<?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-18818898</id><updated>2011-11-22T03:27:25.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Dolce Vita</title><subtitle type='html'>a bittersweet life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-8528529086645711488</id><published>2007-07-28T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T18:11:28.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://myladolcevita.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://myladolcevita.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a new look, a new toy, a new excitement, a new home, but the same me with my rambling thoughts&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-8528529086645711488?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/8528529086645711488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=8528529086645711488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/8528529086645711488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/8528529086645711488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/07/httpmyladolcevita.html' title='new'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-5675361208806746558</id><published>2007-07-16T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:14:43.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should i move?</title><content type='html'>im thinking about moving my house .... according to a friend the new house is saver from spammer and has more flexibility (you can do anything you want with it, especially if you hv ur own domain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look and tell me what you think ? well, actually is pretty much the same ... except for the theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myladolcevita.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://myladolcevita.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-5675361208806746558?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/5675361208806746558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=5675361208806746558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/5675361208806746558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/5675361208806746558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/07/should-i-move.html' title='should i move?'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-7579259630489993347</id><published>2007-07-13T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:45:56.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untuk teman di ujung belahan bumi sana ...</title><content type='html'>Teman, hatiku sedih baca imel mu&lt;br /&gt;Ntah kenapa&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin karena aku tau kau juga sedang bersedih kehilangan seorang sahabat yang kau sayangi&lt;br /&gt;Kau ikhlaskan dia pergi [untuk kebahagiaannya?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaf ya kalau selama ini aku tidak bisa membantu&lt;br /&gt;Maaf juga kalau selama ini aku justru bikin masalah&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya berusaha melakukan apa yang kukira terbaik untuk mu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi memang, yang tau apa yang terbaik adalah dirimu sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setidaknya kau pernah punya seorang sahabat&lt;br /&gt;Dengan nya kau punya kenangan sedih, indah, dan manis&lt;br /&gt;Jangan terlalu lama bersedih teman&lt;br /&gt;Kan kau jalin kenangan baru dengan sahabat mu yang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;Sayang ya kita berjauhan&lt;br /&gt;Kalau enggak, kita bisa curhat-curhatan lagi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-7579259630489993347?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/7579259630489993347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=7579259630489993347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/7579259630489993347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/7579259630489993347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/07/untuk-teman-di-belahan-bumi-sana.html' title='untuk teman di ujung belahan bumi sana ...'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-748402075036325988</id><published>2007-07-08T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T12:00:54.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long distance friendship</title><content type='html'>i don’t think im good in long distance friendship. at this very moment, i can say that i lost contact will almost all my friends. even for those who I consider best friends. it is understandable though … we all busy with our own lives and jobs. or ... maybe it is simply because i don’t have any best friend? best friend is someone with whom i can share anything with even though we are living in the different parts of the world. we should know what happened in each other lives, we keep in touch ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, honestly i don’t know a thing what’s been going on in my friends’ lives. i found out quite a lot after one day .. one boring day when i didn’t want to do anything except browsing and clicking on every picture of my friends’ in my FS. wow, he actually went there? does she have a baby already? fiancé? a new country? quit his job? a boyfriend? i have to admit that FS is really good in keeping us updated hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm … thanks GOD im starting make new friends here .. cos MAYBe im more into a "local" friendship than long distance ????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-748402075036325988?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/748402075036325988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=748402075036325988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/748402075036325988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/748402075036325988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-distance-relationship.html' title='long distance friendship'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-9186990294753596854</id><published>2007-06-30T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T12:10:43.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you mend a broken heart?</title><content type='html'>my heart was crushed when a girl friend who i thought was my best friend "stabbed" me behind my back. she had been using me for her own benefits.  partly it was my fault to trust her 100%. what a fool i was. its been years and i tried to forget, but its not that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you mend a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me that i need to make peace with her. cos honestly i couldnt tell if she is telling me the truth or not.&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me to forget. cos i try for so many times. but as long as my heart is still aching i cant forget.&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me to let go. cos im letting go but the memories is still lingered.&lt;br /&gt;it just hurts so much when you trusted someone, but the other person didnt trust you as much.&lt;br /&gt;it just hurts so much when you poured your heart out, the other person took advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but still ..  i remembered her bday, sent an email and wished her happiness ... and of course i still got that annoying attitude from her ... sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now ... i met another person who just like her. Not in appearance, but everything else. gosh .. i moved to spore and has to deal with "this" again??? of course this new friend has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not done&lt;/span&gt; anything wrong ... but everything about this new friend reminds me of my so-called best friend ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-9186990294753596854?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/9186990294753596854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=9186990294753596854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/9186990294753596854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/9186990294753596854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-no-not-again.html' title='how do you mend a broken heart?'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-5325875066351607086</id><published>2007-06-29T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:58:12.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imaginary conversation</title><content type='html'>X: what’s your ride?&lt;br /&gt;Y: BMW&lt;br /&gt;X: BMW? wow that is so cool. is it the new edition?&lt;br /&gt;Y: hmmm i don’t think so, its been there for i don’t know how long, but long enough&lt;br /&gt;X: never mind, it is still a BMW. but i thought u don’t hv a job?&lt;br /&gt;Y: that’s rite ... why? do you have an opening for me?&lt;br /&gt;X: no ...  but BMW for someone without a job is quite ... ehmmm ... expensive .. don’t you think???&lt;br /&gt;X: not really, its very affordable&lt;br /&gt;Y: really? i didn’t know that ... but it must cost you a fortune for the parking?&lt;br /&gt;X: well, i don’t have to worry about that ...&lt;br /&gt;Y: really? wow this country is amazing&lt;br /&gt;X: i know&lt;br /&gt;Y: btw, is it really cheap to get a BMW? I mean is it possible for me to get one too?&lt;br /&gt;X: well, is the cheapest transportation in the country and its provided by the government&lt;br /&gt;Y: ha???? im confused. provided? what do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;X: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;us, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;RT, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;alking ... B ... M ... W ... .get it?&lt;br /&gt;Gubrak !¤¤&amp;!&amp;amp;)=)?#)!&amp;amp;%%¤!!/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-5325875066351607086?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/5325875066351607086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=5325875066351607086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/5325875066351607086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/5325875066351607086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/06/imaginary-conversation.html' title='imaginary conversation'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-6999242605927816509</id><published>2007-06-12T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:46:23.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am 16 at heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rm2N91mvVjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y6N0cRl3WPQ/s1600-h/bday+card+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rm2N91mvVjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y6N0cRl3WPQ/s400/bday+card+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074868448617518642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rm2N91mvVkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EIPKVqX5HZc/s1600-h/bday+card+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rm2N91mvVkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EIPKVqX5HZc/s400/bday+card+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074868448617518658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-6999242605927816509?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/6999242605927816509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=6999242605927816509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/6999242605927816509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/6999242605927816509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-1-at-heart.html' title='i am 16 at heart'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rm2N91mvVjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y6N0cRl3WPQ/s72-c/bday+card+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-7690588408262416182</id><published>2007-05-30T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T17:20:07.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am truly blessed ...</title><content type='html'>woke up in the afternoon, stayed online all day long, had teppanyaki burger from mcd for my bday dinner, paid my rent ... did i enjoy my bday? hell YEAH !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 family members/friends remembered my bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 cooments on my friendster&lt;br /&gt;14 thru chatting&lt;br /&gt;2 offline messages&lt;br /&gt;4 sms&lt;br /&gt;2 ecards&lt;br /&gt;2 emails&lt;br /&gt;1 special YM name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one friend wanted to make sure that i got her message so she texted, left an offline message and later we chat (banyak banget moda nya ya?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got one music box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents forgot about my bday (again) heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to remind my other mom about my bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one friend wanted to give me "coal" when i asked for a bday gift hehehehe (he works for a mining company)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one friend wished me all the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two said they missed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one gave me a virtual kiss (mwuah mwuah back to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one reminded me i need to be happy altho blake lost the Idol ... hiks hiks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"husband" didnt even wish me anything, he just said: " jadi istri 2 ultah mau kasih apa buat mas?" heheheheheheh ... this joke has been going on for over a year now he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one had this beautiful message from a song on her YM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maisie, tante kici, cousin Lin, bro P &amp;amp; C, ime' (the award goes to u), cici Ol, bu annie "my other mom", ery "the coal guy", miss deb "my twin sister", papa Kevin (im waiting for traktiran nya ya), za' (lets party girl), rein, andre (soon u'll be my diving partner ok?), meity, rizal, cs, suami, xty, gustya, rhea girl, cst, awang, rika, astrid .... so to all of you ... thank you so much from the bottom of my soul ( .. or whatever left from my soul ...do i still hv a soul? i though i sold it to the devil? hmmmmm ......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan, makasih ya udh kasih aku umur panjang. mudah2n tahun depan temen2 ku masih inget ama ulang tahun ku ... yah kalau mungkin papa mama juga inget kali ya (hehehehe) ...  mau kerjaan donk Tuhan ... kalau dpt yg jadi cita2 ku wah aku seneng banget, tp kalau enggak ya enggak apa kok, asal bisa nabung, mau mengunjungi ibu ku yang satu lagi nih. katanya dia kangen dan mau cariin aku pacar spy bisa tinggal disana (hehehehe). mudah2an juga aku bisa selalu bahagia kayak sekarang (walau banyak mengeluh). kesehatan juga aku mau donk (walau selalu ngidam junk food). aku minta dikasih kekuatan buat menyelesaikan masalah yg belum terselesaikan. mudah2n aku bisa makin dewasa, krn aku kadang juga merasa kok udh umur segini kelakukan masih kayak anak ABG ya (eh tapi Tuhan enggak apa kok .... yg penting aku seneng dan orang2 disekitarku enggak terganggu hehehehe). perasaan yg "kurang baik" yg masih nyantol di hatiku terhadap seseorang, minta tolong dibantu di apus ya? dia kan juga temanku. apalagi ya? pacar? yah dikasih kapan Tuhan bilang waktu yg terbaik deh. yg terakhir kesehatan, kebahagian, umu panjang juga utk keluarga dan teman .... oh ----- and and a world peace (serious loh ... :P) ............. AMIEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-7690588408262416182?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/7690588408262416182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=7690588408262416182' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/7690588408262416182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/7690588408262416182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-truly-blessed.html' title='i am truly blessed ...'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-2544647247598393329</id><published>2007-05-29T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:16:21.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>00:36 am</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;kulupa akan waktu waktu yang kutunggu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ketika detik menit dan jam beradu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tak ada yang bersahut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hanya waktu yang terus berlalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i forgot my count down .. was too busy browsing and forgot about it …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini ada teman yg juga “single” mengirimkan suatu tulisan pendek tentang menjadi jomblo .. hehehe .. tulisannya sih biasa ajah, namun rada2 kena di ”hati” ku ... sebagai seorang yg a full romantic dlm artian bener2 bisa di bodohi dengan keromantisan, selama ini kalau membayang pernikahan yang dibayangin emang selalu yg manis2 ajah. enggak pernah mikirin 1001 masalah dibalik suatu pernikahan yg enggak mungkin akan kita lewatkan … tulisan nya cuma mau bilang “nikmatilah kejombloan kita selagi kita bisa. Karena kalau sdh menikah enggak mungkin deh bisa menikmati 100% kebebasan yg selalu kita agung2kan itu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku  sering kali bisa kok menikmati kesendirian ku ... yg kumau  saat ini mungkin bukan suatu pernikahan .. hanya cowo atau TTM doang kok hahahahaha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masalah "kerja":&lt;br /&gt;kemaren2 ngobrol ama temen, dia tanya aku maunya skrg kerja apa sih? kenapa aku disini? ... lalu ngobrol juga ama temen lain yg juga menanyakan kenapa aku bisa ada disini -- di negeri antah berantah ini. berceritalah aku ttg proses aku bisa terdampar disini ... suatu pilihan yg "sedikit" dipaksakan. dan teman ini bilang bahwa "kita udh gede, jd enggak bisa lagi donk suatu keputusan dipaksakan ke kita, krn kita yg akan jalanin hidup ini" .. emang bener sih tp aku juga punya alasan sendiri kenapa aku mau "dipaksa".  aku jadi mikir sendiri loh, apa mungkin ya ada hubungannya dgn kenapa sampai saat ini aku blm juga dpt kerja? mungkin Tuhan tau kalau di lubuk hati ku yg paling dalam [suit suit dangdut buanget gak seh?], aku juga enggak niat bgt nglamar? Tuhan mungkin jg jd mikir, ngapain juga kasih aku kerja kalau enggak niat? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masalah lainnya:&lt;br /&gt;masa lalu yg perpengaruh besar banget ke masa depan ku yg sampai saat ini selalu aku sisihkan begitu otak ini mulai memikirkan masalah ini ... emang sih utk ketenangan batin, masalah ini hrs diselesaikan, enggak bisa dibiarkan berlarut2 spt saat ini (sdh berapa lama ya? -- gosh, its been years). kepalaku langsung sakit setiap kali memikirkan masalah ini ... mungkin ini kali ya yg jadi resolusiku utk tahun ini ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;get it over with, and then IM DONE&lt;/span&gt; ... thats it ... it cannt be that hard rite? ..  yeah i wish ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-2544647247598393329?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/2544647247598393329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=2544647247598393329' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/2544647247598393329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/2544647247598393329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/05/1236-am.html' title='00:36 am'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-210527048331583826</id><published>2007-05-27T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:46:23.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ditipu dengan sukarela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RlxXnAjJyDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OKu0YtqC9AY/s1600-h/IMGP2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RlxXnAjJyDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OKu0YtqC9AY/s200/IMGP2285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070023608186292274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;akhirnya runtuh juga pertahananku ... ini gara2 baca blog nya cici Ol yg baru aja beli duren ... yes, its about DURENNNNNN ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maka pergilah aku ke tempat penjualn duren disekitar rumah ... ada 3 tempat ... gue explorasi semua ... ada duren yg harga SGD1, 5, 8, 10 .... hmmmm .... akhinya ditilik dr rupa (menggiurkan ato enggak ... ini make principal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;judge a book by its cover&lt;/span&gt;), dr keras lembek dagingnya (gw suka duren yg lembek) dan dr aromanya .. akhirnya aku beli duren seharga 10 SGD ... warna okeh, dagingnya lunak, bau harum .... gw sih tau kemungkinan gw ditipu, krn duren seharga segitu kan muahal bener ... but utk kali ini gw sukarela kok ditipu ... slurp slurp ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh rasanya uenak tenan, yg ada sedikit rasa paitnya .. gw makan ampe mabo' ... hehehe tuing tuing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enggak mau kalah ama cici Ol, gw juga masang gambar ahhhh .... (itu sisa durennya, td nya mau difoto waktu masih utuh tp udh gak tahan hehehhehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-210527048331583826?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/210527048331583826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=210527048331583826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/210527048331583826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/210527048331583826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/05/ditipu-dengan-sukarela.html' title='ditipu dengan sukarela'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RlxXnAjJyDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OKu0YtqC9AY/s72-c/IMGP2285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-4687028354476429284</id><published>2007-05-24T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:46:23.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am an addict ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RlU34AjJyCI/AAAAAAAAADw/V9e2RFRROMw/s1600-h/tktq-frame3_06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RlU34AjJyCI/AAAAAAAAADw/V9e2RFRROMw/s200/tktq-frame3_06.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068018391035004962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HAVE to blame miss cacing -and i think she will proudly accept the blame- for introducing me to this new addiction ... an online riddle game ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, whole day until midnite i didnt do anything but staring at my laptop screen trying to solve one riddle after another riddle and another riddle ... and read the forum from first till last page trying to find that one "key" word ... amazingly, i even found a website that have all the answer to this game ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ehem .. i cheated 3 times hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late midnite, i stopped at level 28 (grade 2) thinking that i cant go on like this ... this is a very dangerous and contagious game ... so i stopped ... but of course i have to spread the joy this game brough to the whole world hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is the link (in Bahasa): &lt;a href="http://www.tktq.net/"&gt;http://www.tktq.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;br /&gt;do not ... i repeat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; click on the link if you have work or assignment to do ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-4687028354476429284?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/4687028354476429284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=4687028354476429284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/4687028354476429284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/4687028354476429284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-addict.html' title='i am an addict ...'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RlU34AjJyCI/AAAAAAAAADw/V9e2RFRROMw/s72-c/tktq-frame3_06.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-2967571659914857120</id><published>2007-05-23T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:23:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the finale ...</title><content type='html'>i wrote this after i saw Blake sang the 3rd song ... and i agree with all the jugdes that its not  Blake's type of song ... and of course its Jordin's .... ARGH ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still hope Blake will win .... maybe he's not the best singer but he's by far a better entertainer than Jordin ... [and then again ...IF this is a singing competition then Melinda should win]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[added later after I watched the whole show]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRIS SHOULD WIN ... hehehhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-2967571659914857120?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/2967571659914857120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=2967571659914857120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/2967571659914857120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/2967571659914857120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/05/finale.html' title='the finale ...'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-4389997036199165580</id><published>2007-05-21T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T02:35:43.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why don’t you like to be reminded of your birthday?</title><content type='html'>A friend told another friend that she didn’t want to be reminded of her birthday. I was laughing at that time cos I just clicked the send button of my email to congratulate her on a mailing list (sorry ya girl, don’t be mad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend said the same thing when I congratulate him, and I asked him why? He said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I just don’t want to be reminded that’s all. You are still in your 20-ies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;[I was in my late 20ies and he was around 30ies]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;, when you reach 30 you will notice how fast time passes you by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is true. Maybe when you reach 30 (which I already am), time passes you by. Maybe it is the time when you actually gonna feel and say “Yeah, I am old(er)”…  time when you get jealous with the teenager who are having the time of their lives fooling around … But being “older” is not that bad … you are your own boss, you are the one who make all the decision … you are “more” special because you have been through a lot more …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About birthday ...  But I DO want to be reminded. I want my friends to call, text, or email me. I want my friends to wish all the good things for me. I want them to hug me on my birthday. I want to celebrate it with you guys. I want to get a lot of surprise and crazy bday present. I want to be reminded that I am a year older, that my time on this planet is a year shorter. I want to be reminded, so I can thank GOD for all the bless He has given me and I hope He will still love me although I’ve been a very bad gurl last year. I WANT TO BE REMINDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends, my bday is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;May 29&lt;/span&gt; … I am waiting for all the good wishes from you guys. You can write something funny or crazy, or even send me some presents hehehehehe …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pelangiers, your ice cream from last year ... I will never forget that (hmmm i havent finished with that book that you guys gave me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;MSG, I still remember how you all walked in the snow that night to give me my bday cake. Although all day long I’ve been avoiding you guys cos I felt a bit sad and want to be alone. Im sorry guys … Thank you, you are the greatest friends (feel like crying now hiks hiks hiks). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-4389997036199165580?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/4389997036199165580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=4389997036199165580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/4389997036199165580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/4389997036199165580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-dont-you-like-to-be-reminded-of.html' title='Why don’t you like to be reminded of your birthday?'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-4647583159481794941</id><published>2007-05-19T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T04:28:38.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kadang aku bingung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Left VS Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau lah yang mana kiri dan yg mana kanan. Tp emang otak ini gak bisa diajak kerjasama dengan cepat bila ada yang bertanya dan jawabannya adalah ”kanan” atau ”kiri”. Makanya kalau naik atau mobil, jauh2 sebelum perlu belok, aku dlm hati udh mikir ini harus belok ke kiri atau ke kanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Push VS Pull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suka bingung juga ... jd kdg perlu 3 detik buat mikir yang mana ya?hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Whole wheat VS “whole meat”   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emang nya ada istilah “whole meat”? Kadang kalau mau beli ditanya mau roti biasa atau ”whole wheat”, gw selalu jawab ”whole meat” .. enggak nyambung kan? Emang ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-4647583159481794941?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/4647583159481794941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=4647583159481794941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/4647583159481794941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/4647583159481794941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/05/kadang-aku-bingung.html' title='kadang aku bingung'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-7928536492575556729</id><published>2007-05-17T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:05:08.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blake VS Jordin in the finale</title><content type='html'>No doubt that Melinda Doolittle is a great singer, better than Blake and Jordin. Like Simon said she delivered week after week. Because of that ... because we all know that she would do good in every show, i kind of tired and a bit bored with Miss Doolittle. There was no surprises in all her performances.  I am sure she will do great after AI. What she needed was a change to show the world that she is more than a back up singer, and she got the change. She will get a record deal for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about Blake is his originality. One of my favorite contestants (beside Mr Daughtry of course). Through out the season, he brought something to look for every Tuesday. Not just the beat boxing (yang kalo kebanyakan juga jd nyebelin hehehehe) but there is something "young" and "fun" about his performance. If all top 3 contestants have a concert on the same day, I will definitely go to Blake's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Sparks ... hmmm ... a good singer and she is young and pretty (hv u noticed that she is getting prettier) ... do I sound like Paula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I really want to see Blake and Chris R in the finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who is the next American Idol? ..... i hope it's BLAKE ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-7928536492575556729?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.americanidol.com/' title='Blake VS Jordin in the finale'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/7928536492575556729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=7928536492575556729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/7928536492575556729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/7928536492575556729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/05/blake-vs-jordin-in-finale.html' title='Blake VS Jordin in the finale'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-6639090331844675339</id><published>2007-05-17T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T01:52:05.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>size 0 ...</title><content type='html'>I thought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;size 0&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[zero]&lt;/span&gt; was an urban legend that circulates around models and celebrities, that implies a person has a very petite figure. Well ... I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a friend and I were browsing some stores in Vivo City, and we ended up entering the second line of a well-known designer boutique. After looking through the shirts and blouses, we realized that they only have size XS, S and M. Ha? Not even L? and you do know that sizes in boutique sometimes are smaller compare to "cheaper-mass-produced" clothes, right? Anyway, we came to a conclusion that ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rich women only come in small sizes &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ... what about the pants? The biggest size is 10, and the smallest is ...... and ...there it is ..a pant in size 0. I was asking my friend for thousand times I think. Is this real? Size 0? Don’t even ask me how small that pant is. So is it the smaller size? apparently not in that store ...a pant with P written on its size label were confused us ... ha? what is this? When we compare it with the size 0, its smaller. How come they don’t use size -1? Or -2 instead? What does this P stand for anyway? Does anyone know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... hmmm, i think women in size P or 0 must hate food a lot (unless they hv a super-speed body metabolism and work out 6 hours a day). well its their lost anyway. but size 0? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-6639090331844675339?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/6639090331844675339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=6639090331844675339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/6639090331844675339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/6639090331844675339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/05/size-0.html' title='size 0 ...'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-86212027321418650</id><published>2007-05-16T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T01:54:00.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my head's hurt</title><content type='html'>i know that all my friends love me a lot. they encourage me all the time, especially now when i have not found any job. this particular &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;of mine know what i "really" want to do. and evrytime this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; is online, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;always asks whether I have found smth or not. and just now, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;just sent me another 9 websites with a bunch of openings (actually i will apply even for the lowest position hehehehe .. cos this is smth i want ..) .... but as soon as i opened all these websites .. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never put as much afford as i do now in looking for a job. saturday newspaper has more than 50 pages full of job advertisement. some of them have deadline a week after the ad and the rest 2 weeks after.  usually i skim through and look for the earliest deadline, apply for it and then apply for the rest. if the company doesn't has a position for me, usually i will go to their website and sometimes i could actually find some other position for me. So how much time do i need to get to the last page of this saturday newspaper? believe me or not 2 weeks and smtimes more. i even find it hard  to visit other job search website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually all these times i take things easily, i dont want to stress my self out (cos it wont do good for me). i always hv time to visit FS, MP, detik or my blog (like now hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so can u imagine hw i feel when my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; sent me those websites  and i actually opened them? i wanna scream ... i cant even cry ...so many of them, when will i find time to read the pdf?  if i just could get one position with them  (altho' this opportunity is not in spore). i know i need to prioritize and i think i did that already (c'mon .... 2 weeks to answer all those stupid ads? im prioritizing rite?) .... but i hate my prioritization ... next week i will change my strategy ... hmmm ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... and now im hungry ...@ 2 am where can i find smth to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-86212027321418650?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/86212027321418650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=86212027321418650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/86212027321418650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/86212027321418650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-heads-hurt.html' title='my head&apos;s hurt'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-6194406750173582472</id><published>2007-05-15T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:46:23.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food hunt .. what would you do for food?</title><content type='html'>I had enough of food from the local hawker, although it’s cheap, but doesn’t really suit my taste buds. When you have to eat it every single day, you kind of run out of option really quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I was having a craving for a certain kind of snack from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SnackzIt! (Ke Kou Wei)&lt;/span&gt;. And there is only ONE place that sells it, Plaza Singapura. Basically its just fried chicken fillet with some sweet and hot flavor. I even planned on buying steamed rice from the hawker and eat it with my delicious chicken. It took me about 40 minutes to get to Plaza Singapura … and of course when I got there the stall was CLOSED due to some renovation … darn … I don’t know if they will open it again cos I just checked Plaza Singapura’s website and it was gone from their stores’ list. I think later that day I decided to go to Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rkmn3PqjAmI/AAAAAAAAADg/zUSolx3maJs/s1600-h/salmon-skin-maki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rkmn3PqjAmI/AAAAAAAAADg/zUSolx3maJs/s200/salmon-skin-maki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064763823494464098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another story was about my craving for cheap (or maybe not) Sushi. If you go to certain Cold Storage supermarket you can get a discounted sushi after 7 or 8 pm (don’t know when exactly). I really love their salmon maki sushi. So I when to Cold Storage at Yishun (one MRT stop or 3 bus stops from my place). But they don’t sell sushi. It was dark already and I was hungry and I really really really wanted that sushi … so I went to the only place that I know that sells this sushi …Takashimaya here I come (20 minutes by MRT). And of course another bad luck for me … they run out of salmon maki and I ended up with salmon skin maki … sigh ….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-6194406750173582472?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/6194406750173582472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=6194406750173582472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/6194406750173582472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/6194406750173582472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/05/food-hunt-what-would-i-do-for-food.html' title='Food hunt .. what would you do for food?'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rkmn3PqjAmI/AAAAAAAAADg/zUSolx3maJs/s72-c/salmon-skin-maki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-3313500727510612684</id><published>2007-05-14T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T02:41:22.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesia is more than just Bali</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;an old friend:        where do you come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:                                         Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;on old friend:         oh yeah, country that produces Nike shoes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[and this was from an African friend]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-3313500727510612684?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/3313500727510612684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=3313500727510612684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/3313500727510612684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/3313500727510612684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/05/indonesia-oh-indonesia.html' title='Indonesia is more than just Bali'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-2470555651507535977</id><published>2007-05-10T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T03:34:26.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i miss most about my old job</title><content type='html'>Friend is on top of the list … so what else …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say this ... but I miss all the travels (actually I didnt do a lot of traveling. I think I went to Raja Ampat, Bali, Bandung, Balikpapan, Medan, Banda Aceh, Bogor (diitung juga kali ya) ... thats all during 2.5 years working for P)… pdhl kemaren sempet ngeluh “udh cape jalan terus”. Basically I always love traveling, but I hate to spend enormous hours on plane or bus when all you can do is sit or eat or read or sleep .. its tiring. After reading my friend’s blog about her last trips, gw jd bener iriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii  banget. Aku mau jalan2 (gratis) lagi walau ada kerjaan yg tetap harus dikerjain, tp pengalaman berada di tempat baru itu yg enggak bisa tergantikan. Meet new people, try new food. I miss being in a new surrounding. I think I have to thank Pelangi for “paying” for my wildest trip and experience that I will never ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my future job will involve some traveling, not too much tho’.... just enough to …. Or maybe someone could hire me to do a show about traveling? hmmmm .. but its has to be something unique and different … what could that be ya? Any suggestion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have the whole day without anything important to do, my mind usually wonders around, and I come up with this …. (actually the list is soooooooooo longggg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gw pengen belajar diving nih, ada diving course yg diadain PADI disini. Pengen ke Krabi (bener gak ya nulisnya), pengen ke Maldives, pengen travel ke Vietnam-Kamboja-Laos, mau nabung buat mengunjungi Lindex-Vera Moda-Sisters-H&amp;M (hehehehe) di suatu kota kecil lalu melihat The Turning Torso yang udah jadi, Rome will be nice, menunggu undangan ke Wayag &amp;amp; Sayang (stlh kursus diving tentunya), belum pernah ke Shanghai-Beijing, mau belajar Mandarin (but sometimes I think my brain just could not cope with this very difficult languange, but a friend "kind of" push me to put that thought away and start the course. I know Mandarin will do me good), i wanna have my own kitchen so i could cook (kangen pengen masak nih, di tempat kos rada susah), mau pulang kampung, mau belanja di Top Shop (its summer collection is so colorful), mau punya budget tak terhingga utk buku, mau beli &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gadget &lt;/span&gt;baru ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-2470555651507535977?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/2470555651507535977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=2470555651507535977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/2470555651507535977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/2470555651507535977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-i-miss-most-about-my-old-job.html' title='What i miss most about my old job'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-5545751258285861635</id><published>2007-05-09T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:46:23.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brides from Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RkC6OfqjAlI/AAAAAAAAADY/BH3NgI4QOAw/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RkC6OfqjAlI/AAAAAAAAADY/BH3NgI4QOAw/s200/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062250739345326674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The world is getting weirder and scarier  ... I know that many countries have dating service website and I even heard about mail-ordered bride from Russia (I think there's a movie about this). But I was at awe when I got an URL (from a mailing list) about this similar thing in Indonesia. And yes I read it (but because I'm curious OK).  First of all, the website is soooo ordinary and was designed by an amateur. Second, .... of there is no second (hehehhe). Anyway, that is not what troubled me. It's the content of the website. The owner (a foreigner husband and an Indonesian wife) offers a 2-week tour to their small village in East Java, where guys can meet a bunch of single women who are looking for husband (for sure). According to the website, these women don't care about your age, appearance, or financial status. And if you lucky (which I think your chance to get lucky is about 99%), within 2 weeks you will get your bride. And how much does your bride cost? oh about USD 1,500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not against this kind of dating service at all, but the way the owner sell their service makes me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is from the website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Would you like a wife who never complains, nags or refuses sex? One who devotes her life to making you happy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you making an advertisement for angel, mister? Well, if the angel has internet access and read your website I think they prefer to stay in heaven. ohhh sorry mister ... my mistake ... so you are referring to  a free-mute-maid-whore (sorry for the language .... ) who can cook, wash your underwear, clean you house, raise your children and be ready 24-7 when you are in "mood" to have sex, but has no life whatsoever???? OMG. Well I think whoever wrote this a chauvinist pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-5545751258285861635?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/5545751258285861635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=5545751258285861635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/5545751258285861635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/5545751258285861635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/05/brides-from-indonesia_09.html' title='brides from Indonesia'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RkC6OfqjAlI/AAAAAAAAADY/BH3NgI4QOAw/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-4198811280354114454</id><published>2007-04-19T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:09:14.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rebutan bandwith</title><content type='html'>gw bingung sih knapa ya internet gw sering lelet banget buat donlot2 lagu ... apalagi kalau mau nonton youtube ... bah luama bgt donlotnya ... kadang internetnya aja mati total, tp YM nyala .... eh ternyata aku baru tau kalau bapak kos ku tuh penggemar bittorrent juga .. hahahah .. kemaren ngintip laptopnya yg kebuka dan keliatan dia lg donlot .. banyak banget ... ... puantes .. kita rebutan bandwith kali ya hehehehhe ... hmmm jadi inget masa2 di Lund, dimana kompi ini 24 jam nonstop pantengin bittorrent .. bittorrent rocks deh khususnya buat yg gak bisa nikmatin american tv shows ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-4198811280354114454?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/4198811280354114454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=4198811280354114454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/4198811280354114454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/4198811280354114454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/04/rebutan-bandwith.html' title='rebutan bandwith'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-7028017037796467182</id><published>2007-04-16T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:55:23.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's hard to look into my heart ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Look into your heart - and go after what you really want (p.44 Sophie Kinsella's Shopaholic Takes Manhattan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see .. even "this kind of book" has a good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy to look for a job, especially if you dont know what kind of job you want. What do I want to do? I honestly dont know ... all i know is i want to find smth different than my old job. I have looked into my heart and all i can see was cloud of uncertainty. But I picked up some options. Lets see what they are (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRESCHOOL TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was an easy job .. It's not .. even that all u hv to do is play with children for 3-4 hours a day .. its exhausted ... physically tiring ... but at the end of the day, when u talk about your students with other teachers, about their progress, their first art work, their first fight, their first "sorry", all other silly things that your little students did ... sigh .. i cant describe how it feels like ... rewarding? not quite the rite word ... oh this brings back some memories .... i miss Paco Valks... my little dutch boy...he's one of my favorite (i know that teacher doesnt suppose to play favorite but what can i say?) ...  maybe because he always came to the class very early and i got to hang out with him, just him without other students? ... i taught him how to flush the toilet, wash hands with soup and then dry with towel ... i made him to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ik hou van jou&lt;/span&gt; to me hahahaha ... i miss azusa, my little japanese princess ... she cried cos she didnt want to wear her Halloweens costume .. azusa with her grape symbol (gosh i still remember her symbol) ... azusa with her pouty lip but with a smile that will melt you heart ... azusa that always uses her left hand but the teachers always encouraged her to use her right hand (her mom TOLD us to do that) .... i miss ayaka, the tomboy one ... yang suka grasak grusuk, kalo jalan gak liat2 selalu nabrak kiri kanan ... i think she fell down and bumped her head for thousand times, but her mom never blamed us cos she knows ayaka's prone to 'little' accident hehehehe  ... there was  the genius yuri, who learned ABC from DVD and the smartest one in my class ... and of course little Jade. she's so chubby just like me and other teachers said she could be my daughter hehhehe ... i was at awe when her baby sitter told me that jade was on diet, so she should only have one portion of whatever snack we had during the day (gak boleh nambah). u should see her face when she was still hungry but she had to stop eating while all other friends were still munching .... i miss all my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babies&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERSONAL SHOPPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have in mind is not the person who works for a certain shop but rather someone who works for others to get them the coolest clothes in town hehehe …. I don’t know if there is such job here … well, at least in States every celebrity has his/her own personal shopper. But I’m not talking just about celebrity, the client could vary from busy business men/women or people who have too much money to spend so they think its cool to have a personal shopper. So how come this ‘certain’ interesting job even comes to my mind? Well, I love shopping and I think I have a good taste on what is good and what is not (but strange enough I don’t like to wear smth too fashiony –not sure if it’s even a word but u know what I mean-, I personally like smth simple. A t-shirt and comfortable stylish short will do for me). Anyway … the first person who called me her ‘personal shopper’ was a friend, Ms. Y from &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, a friend from school. She didn’t really like shopping (don’t know now tho .. hmm maybe I should contact miss Y) and I’m crazy about shops. Don’t have to buy anything, but just tried everything that is nice and then put it back in the rack. This is why I like shops in &lt;st1:place&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;, the ‘helper’ doesn’t follow you around, if you need some help you just have to come to them. Back home, they will follow you around like you are some shopaholics. Once, I was looking at panties (on sale) from a famous department store, and this guy ‘the helper’ was following me around .. cmon … it’s a bit uncomfortable to have some stranger looking at what undies you’re checking on. I promise to myself that one day (if I hv the courage) I will tell those people to mind their own business and if I need help I will just shout (or maybe they works on bonuses for every item they sell?). Anyway, I don’t know how it started but one day Ms. Y decided that she would like to accompany me to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lindex&lt;/span&gt; .. one thing let to another and before long she was trying on t-shirts. And she actually bought more than I did I think .. hehehe…and then there was another venture to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vera Moda&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sisters&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;RAN, do all these shops bring back some memories? hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;). And of course when we’re in Germany we actually did some shopping trips … even my mom became one of my victims hehehe … if I want to I could really persuade someone to buy smth that I think looks nice of them :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;PEACEKEEPING &amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:stockticker style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;UNV&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is (I think) something that I really want to do. I’ve been in the roster for almost 5 years now, but never got any news. A friend suggested me not to give up yet, they still need lots of people. Well how long should I wait then? I’m not getting any younger and one day I might start a family and this kind of thing will be impossible to do. Anyway, I updated my profile and will keep my fingers cross. I don’t think my family will agree with this option tho’. And I know this is not an easy job, you are basically ‘kind of’ put your self in danger. The living situation in those countries also not smth I have experienced before. But I don’t know why I’m drawn to this kind of job … but still …. I hope the &lt;st1:stockticker&gt;UNV&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt;’s people will read this and hire me hehehehehe … &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIVATE COMPANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Are sure that you can adapt to the private company’s ways of doing business? Its different with NGO&lt;/i&gt;… I got this question from someone who know that for the past years I’ve been working for NGO and now applying for private companies … my answer was: &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don’t know cos I never worked for a private companies before, but there is no so-called a perfect job, you have to compromise and Im more than willing to compromise&lt;/i&gt;. Yes .. I’m looking for a job with a big paycheck, if it means that I have to work for a big ugly private companies then be it .. it will be my choice and I have my own reasons. Hahahahaha … of course big paycheck will come a bit later but hey I’m willing to work my *** off. And if one day I don’t like what I do then I’m more than willing to work on smth totally different…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;RESEARCH-related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more like what I did for the last 2 years … well don’t know what I should write about this … sigh … i wont say that i dont want to do this kind of job anymore, i just need to dig deeper into my soul to find the same passion I had when i was in university and still thinking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"saving the environment"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think now we just have to wait and see ...&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/18818898-7028017037796467182?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/7028017037796467182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=7028017037796467182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/7028017037796467182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/7028017037796467182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-hard-to-look-into-my-heart.html' title='it&apos;s hard to look into my heart ...'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-4582181019839741828</id><published>2007-04-13T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T20:30:45.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List of IMPORTANT things to do ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When I get home (maybe in 4 months the soonest .. or sooner if I don’t hv a job), here are the things that I NEED (yes NEED not WANT) to do:  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to cinema ... I hope they have another horror movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SEAFOOD … &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kepiting saos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;padang&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; sounds so damn yummy now ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cumi goreng tepung&lt;/span&gt; is a must of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Berburu&lt;/span&gt; DURIAN … I’ve been craving durian for awhile now… its so expensive here, around 10SGD for couple of durians … smells so good every time I pass Shop n Save ... [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gw sampe gak mau lirik lama2 takut tergoda&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping with mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy lots lots lots of DVDs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karaoke … [ocha .. be ready, save your voice and start practicing all your moves babe hehehehehehe] [I hope Tezza will be home too by that time]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ketoprak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Martabak keju ... hiks ... makanan disini gak enak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaki ayam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuddling with my furry friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is girls nite out possible?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What else ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-4582181019839741828?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/4582181019839741828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=4582181019839741828' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/4582181019839741828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/4582181019839741828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/04/list-of-important-things-to-do.html' title='List of IMPORTANT things to do ...'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-6720466031495675816</id><published>2007-04-08T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T23:28:04.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and books</title><content type='html'>enggak kuatttttttttt .... mau confess ... ok ... i know that im in a very tight budget here ... but i've been to the book store for i dont know how many times, just sat/stand there and read those books. but,  today i lost it .. i lost my self-control ... hiks ... so i bought two books today ... it means i need to cut back my other expenses ... hw come i cant control myself around books? does this mean that my relationship with books are much much deeper than clothes? ... sigh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: a friend brought me 3 indonesian books, and i read it all in 1,5 days  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss: when i say book, it means novel ok .. not text book or those look-like-pillow-heavy-thick books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-6720466031495675816?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/6720466031495675816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=6720466031495675816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/6720466031495675816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/6720466031495675816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-and-books.html' title='me and books'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-1786887859377549641</id><published>2007-04-03T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:04:45.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another rambling thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rambling thought ini biasanya keluar kalo suasana lagi gerimis mengundang kaya hari ini yg udh 3 kali ujan, hati lagi mellow, lg kesepian ngrasa gak punya temen ... intinya lagi lonely deh ... so this another one okeh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaman dulu sih mikirnya gw akan menikah saat umur 27 taon, dgn asumsi gw udh kerja dua tahun dan tentunya udh punya pasangan donk. Punya anak .. lalu balik kerja lagi. Tp pernah juga kepikiran mau ngurus anak dulu sampe udh agak gedean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by … and now im 30-ish and single.. don’t get me wrong I don’t mind being single, but maybe (well, not just maybe ... i know for sure) .. its not such a bad idea to have someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but will i be a good wife and mother? tiba2 gw ngebayangin ... RT yg ideal buat gw yg kaya apa ya (dgn asumsi udh melalui masa pacaran yg menggelora loh. he? dangdut buanget enggak sih)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu tahun pertama menikah maunya sih enggak punya anak dulu, mau mengenal dgn baik siapa sih cowo yg tidur di sebelah gue? siapa sih dia dibalik smua sifat2 baik dan sifat buruk yg selama ini dia tampilkan? mau berantem sepuas gw dulu dgn org yg ngaku jd suami gw. mau berbagi tugas masak, cucu piring, cuci baju, ngepel, nyetrika, dan sekali2 suami bikinin kejutan e.g. breakfast in bed? atau gw yg bikin kejutan buat suami e.g. hot bubble bath after a long day at the office maybe?... maybe, jalan2 keliling dunia berdua dulu. menikmati waktu kita berdua selagi bisa. malakukan hal gila berdua. pokoknya apanpun itu  ... hanya KITA berdua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamil ... maunya sih suami makin sayang. kalo bisa bukan kehamilan yg bikin susah. Maunya, evry night hubby melakkukan back rub (ktnya kalau hamil kan punggungnya sering sakit dan pegel kan), foot massage juga doank ah nanggung ... maunya kita selalu ngobrol ama bayi ... maunya suami sedikiiiiiit aja merasakan susahnya jd org hamil. mungkin suami yg ngidam??? atau suami yg mual2?? boleh deh dipilih. suami maksa gw minum susu (this is for sure will happen, i dont really 'crazy' bout milk). suami ikutan waktu USG pertama. suami ikuatan senam hamil. mau berantem ama suami krn kita beda pendapat mau tau kelamin sang bayi atau enggak. mau nya suami bilang 'i still love u no matter what', waktu gw ngerasa jelek dan gendut banget. dan suami berjanji sebulan sebelum melahirkan dia udh gak boleh tugas di luar kantor (kalo ada), tapi hrs dirumah nemenin gue sambil tetep menghibur gw yg merasa gendut dan tiap malem berbisik ke perut gw "good nite son or girl ... sleep tide"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melahirkan ... yah maunya alami. kalau sakit ya dilalui aja. yg jelas suami hrs disamping, jd kalau lg menahan sakit, masih bisa gigit atau nyubitin suami spy dia juga ikutan sakit heheheheheh ...maunya juga ada "paternity leave", jd sang ayah juga bisa bonding dgn sang baby. tp jd kepikiran juga sih gimana pembagian tugas yg adil ya? suami siang kan kerja, pasti cape donk. kalau sang ibu siang jg anak dan urus rumah, pasi cape juga. gantian nge-ronda? maunya sih suami masih melakukan back rub hehehhehe ... ps: gw seneng buanget ngeliat ayah2 yg gendong baby nya ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kembali kerja atau tidak? ... this is really a though question. i just cant imagine myself (well at least now) being just a house wife ... i need to do smth else ... aku liat temenku ... pagi sebelum jam 9 antar anak #2 ke sekolah, ke pasar, balik ke rumah, bersih2 rumah, bawa anak#1 ke sekolah dan jemput anak #2, makan siang di luar ama anak#2, balik ke rumah, bantuin anak bikin PR, ngaso2, jemput anak#1, makan malam diluar (seringkali) ama suami dan anak, balik ke rumah, nemenin anak belajar, masuk kamar, bobo. THATS IT. emang gak semua kayak dia, but im stressed out just by watching her ... tp apa balik kerja juga pilihan yg lbh baik? cant asnwer this question ... i will just have to wait for my time to come then ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak udah gede ...mau menikmati kerja dan kelaurga dan suami. mau kayak bokap nyokap gw yg masih bisa honeymoon ke 2, 3, 4, ... (but they dont do that anymore, dont know why ...  but i know my mom is not much a traveller). mau ada family holiday (even h). mau sekali2 out of the blue, suami looks into my eyes, and says  'honey, i love u'. dan gw tersipu malu (yah kayak masa pacaran lah). enggak tiap saat lah, ntar udh enggak istimewa lagi. yah setaon sekali cukup kok ... mau sekali2 nonton di bioskop and dinner berdua ama suami. enggak mau suami melalui 'mid life crisis' yg aneh2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau udah tua ... duduk di teras belakang di sore hari menikmati matahari tenggelam sambil mengingat ke masa lalu dengan bangga tanpa ada penyesalan dan menanti2 apa yg akan terjadi di masa depan dgn anjing2 (yg banyak) yang duduk di kiri kanan kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-1786887859377549641?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/1786887859377549641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=1786887859377549641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/1786887859377549641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/1786887859377549641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-rambling-thought.html' title='another rambling thought'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-390502199513753704</id><published>2007-03-30T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T10:52:13.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Do you know how a small complement could actually brighten up your day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for my dinner, an uncle and aunty were giggling and laughing while looking at me. I was curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Me: what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; [worried that I might have some liptick on my face, altho i  didnt wear any make up that nite]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle made some hand gesture that I look sleepy [he?].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when my food is ready ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Aunty: he said that you are pretty, always smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  lang="SV" &gt;piào &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;liang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;[and put his thumb up] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me: thank you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;[and could not wipe that smile off my face]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day .. jadi GR .. wink wink wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and then i remember what my dad always says: you are beautiful but u need to lose some weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;urgh ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:times new roman;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-390502199513753704?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/390502199513753704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=390502199513753704' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/390502199513753704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/390502199513753704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-day.html' title='what a day ..'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-2600626258350314142</id><published>2007-03-25T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:46:26.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a postcard ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RgaQ6U9XaSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-4vcyZuIAfM/s1600-h/IMGP2018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RgaQ6U9XaSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-4vcyZuIAfM/s400/IMGP2018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045879764248127778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RgaQ7U9XaTI/AAAAAAAAADA/EPe2Y8fqlFE/s1600-h/IMGP2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RgaQ7U9XaTI/AAAAAAAAADA/EPe2Y8fqlFE/s400/IMGP2019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045879781427996978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you cici olip ... jadi terharu ... im not gonna give up easily, but am so bored hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-2600626258350314142?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/2600626258350314142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=2600626258350314142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/2600626258350314142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/2600626258350314142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/03/postcard.html' title='a postcard ...'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RgaQ6U9XaSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-4vcyZuIAfM/s72-c/IMGP2018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-8963802418078364452</id><published>2007-03-20T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:10:56.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why? ... beacuse ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why I love shopping?&lt;br /&gt;I love the smell of new clothes or new books … love to have new stuff ... love the &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;SALE&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; sign … shopping is a good distraction from heartache, stress, job [besides food of course] … &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why I love swimming?&lt;br /&gt;Cos I can say ‘hey I love exercise especially swimming’ although I just sat there in the swimming pool, watching people swim around [but I do swim though for most of the time] … no sweat involved … I think im quite good [hate do stuff that im not good at] … &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why I love traveling?&lt;br /&gt;Love to visit new places and dream about it … it also means that I can shop there (even just for a tiny souvenir) … meet new people … try the local food … culture … &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why I love snorkeling?&lt;br /&gt;Ah … all those beautiful colorful creatures … get tanned … &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why I love dogs?&lt;br /&gt;Furry … cuddle-able [is this even a word?] … naughty … good companion …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why I love chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;A 'good' drug from Heaven … relaxing … love the smell … love the taste … &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why I like junk food?&lt;br /&gt;Cos junk food is bad for u but damn delicious &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why I hate needle, doctor, hospital, dentist?&lt;br /&gt;Cant stand the smell of hospital ... cant stand the drilling sound while you r waiting for your turn in the dentist and when it’s ur turn … hospital is not a happy place (except for the room where they put the babies) … &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why I love U [God, family, friends, u …]&lt;br /&gt;Cos there is only one U in this whole wide world and U meant a lot to me ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-8963802418078364452?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/8963802418078364452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=8963802418078364452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/8963802418078364452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/8963802418078364452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-beacuse.html' title='why? ... beacuse ....'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-3437432182802799825</id><published>2007-03-14T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:20:34.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam 09.30 malam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ii,  kejadiannya sama kayak elo dulu ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Deg, dlm sepersekian detik itu aku langsung deg2an. Ada kejadian apa? Siapa yg kena musibah?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pintunya ke kunci dr luar ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hua hua&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;hua hua ... gw ngakak gak berenti sampe E.M. bingung ngeliat gue yg udh terduduk di lantai Gue juga gak sadar apa waktu itu AW/MM juga ngakak apa enggak ya?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jadi waktu itu elo buka pintu nya gimana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;J&lt;/o:p&gt;adi critanya waktu itu, emang gue dgn latar belakang teknik gue berhasil membuka pintu yg terkunci dr luar dimana knop pintu itu udh gone. Lalu langsung lah gw kasih aba2 .... gini ...gitu .. terus ... bla bla bla ...Pokoknya itu telp berpindah dr AW ke MM balik ke AW lagi. Gw and EM rada nebak sih, apakah duo AW/MM berhasil buka itu pintu, krn menurut EM penjelasan gw ”rada2 sulit tp kebayang sih” ... abisnya kasih petunjuk buat bongkar kunci lwt telpon kan emang rada susah ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;eh tapi ya sebenernya kalau org lain yg gak tau apa yg terjadi dan mendengar pembicaraan gw akn terdengar rada ’porno’ .. ada kata2 lubang, ditekan kearah dalam jgn ditarik ke arah kita, pakai tuas diungkit. ... hehehehe .. ampe gue jalan ke MRT masih tersenyum2 sendiri. Tp 10 menit kemudian di telp ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Elo kesini deh, I. Liat gimana pintu nya udh kebuka ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahahahahaha .. akhirnya kursus buka pintu tanpa kunci gak ush diadakan lagi. Murid nya udh jadi master ....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-3437432182802799825?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/3437432182802799825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=3437432182802799825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/3437432182802799825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/3437432182802799825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/03/jam-0930-malam.html' title='Jam 09.30 malam'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-7189590587078879334</id><published>2007-03-10T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:46:26.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jemuran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RfK2BAUA5DI/AAAAAAAAACg/lVsOwh_Um3Q/s1600-h/IMGP1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RfK2BAUA5DI/AAAAAAAAACg/lVsOwh_Um3Q/s200/IMGP1666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040291061361075250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gw jd teringat waktu masih nebeng ama moli. Biasanya abis nyuci (n kalo gak jalan keluar) gw selalu jemur baju ala spore. Nah disini,jemurannya bukan pake tali kayak di Indo. Jd pipa2 pendek ygdipasang ke tembok di luar pas dibawah jendela. Baju2 kita taro diatas bamboo lalu kita jepit. Yah bambunya palingan 2 meteran deh. Setelah itu bamboo yg dah di gantungin baju kita taro di dalam lubang pipa di jendela tadi. Jadi nantinya cucian kita kaya bendera berkibar gitu deh, yah baju, celana, undies&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RfK2CAUA5FI/AAAAAAAAACw/iGntTEzlxH8/s1600-h/IMGP1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RfK2CAUA5FI/AAAAAAAAACw/iGntTEzlxH8/s200/IMGP1706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040291078540944466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; … smuanya berkibar dengan merdeka dr jendela kita hehehhe. Pertama kali gw melakukannya ... my oh my … setelah gue jemur semua baju kira2 6 bambu, tangan gue gemetaran. Emang berat bo’. Jangan salah ngangkat nya juga enggak gampang, berasa itu jemuran bakal jatuh ke bawah en nimpa org yg lg lewat. &lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Tp ini bisa masuk kategorui oleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt; raga kali ya .. gantiin angkat beban. Skrg sih tinggal di lantai 10, n ibu kos gak jemur baju di luar, tp didapur .. jd  di  langit dipasang gantungan nya ...  kebayang sih,  lt 10 kalo berhembus anginya kenceng banget, kalo jemuran jatoh kan cape tuh.  lagian  ibu kos punya 2 a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;nak yg masih kecil, jd jendela di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;gembok takut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;anaknya manjat2.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-7189590587078879334?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/7189590587078879334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=7189590587078879334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/7189590587078879334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/7189590587078879334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/02/jemuran.html' title='Jemuran'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RfK2BAUA5DI/AAAAAAAAACg/lVsOwh_Um3Q/s72-c/IMGP1666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-6367459503842666096</id><published>2007-03-05T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:46:27.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im –ii- and im a shopaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rer3xjOxe8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/IbgRuFsTNxM/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rer3xjOxe8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/IbgRuFsTNxM/s200/1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038111563810175938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rer3xjOxe9I/AAAAAAAAACA/XirwEF3vTzQ/s1600-h/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rer3xjOxe9I/AAAAAAAAACA/XirwEF3vTzQ/s200/2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038111563810175954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rer3xjOxe-I/AAAAAAAAACI/qdWS43kdg_Y/s1600-h/3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rer3xjOxe-I/AAAAAAAAACI/qdWS43kdg_Y/s200/3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038111563810175970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rer3xzOxe_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ahR3x0QRb5c/s1600-h/4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rer3xzOxe_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ahR3x0QRb5c/s200/4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038111568105143282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rer3xzOxfAI/AAAAAAAAACY/Q4XWJgGhdwQ/s1600-h/5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rer3xzOxfAI/AAAAAAAAACY/Q4XWJgGhdwQ/s200/5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038111568105143298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored (tremendously) and CS suggested &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/bantamdell/kinsella/index.html"&gt;Sophie Kinsella's&lt;/a&gt; shopaholic series. Now I can tell you that this is the book that I can relate to ... totally ...&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And this is how I know that im a shopaholic (except from the fact that I like to shop even if its not for me)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;….. I feel my whole body expand in relief. There’s a thrill about walking into a shop – any shop- which you can’t beat. It’s partly the anticipation, partly the buzzy, welcoming atmosphere, partly just the lovely newness of everything…&lt;/span&gt; (p.81, &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/bantamdell/kinsella/confessions_excerpt.html"&gt;Confession of a Shopaholic&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That is IT. It explains really well how I feel when I walk into shops. Sometimes  I'm so excited that I gasp and start to breathe heavily and senyum2 sendiri (kaya org gila gak sih?) … sigh … yes I'm –ii- and I'm a shopaholic (is there any AA meeting for shopaholic?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-6367459503842666096?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/6367459503842666096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=6367459503842666096' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/6367459503842666096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/6367459503842666096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-ii-and-im-shopaholic.html' title='im –ii- and im a shopaholic'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rer3xjOxe8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/IbgRuFsTNxM/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-5765811098842672929</id><published>2007-03-04T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:46:27.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAGON in PIG year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Repa_DOxe7I/AAAAAAAAABs/ZlsOiiy9W9g/s1600-h/dragon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Repa_DOxe7I/AAAAAAAAABs/ZlsOiiy9W9g/s320/dragon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037939172412849074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Characteristics of the DRAGON people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Dragon processes courage and leadership &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masa sih??&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;. The Dragon is, however, naturally skeptical, as he/she may have been betrayed by people previously &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bener nih .. sering ngerasa di betrayed hiks .. nasib nasib .. krn gw tlalu baik kali ye hehehe&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;. The Dragon is tough but also sensitive when handling problems &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buener banget ... sensitip bgt ... nonton animal planet nangis ... baca harlequin nangis ... nonton pelem cinta2an nangis&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;. The Dragon is generally a risk taker &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;khusus utk hal2 yg enggak berlawanan dgn hukum loh ya, dan yg gak membahayakan jiwa raga&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; and is willing to fight to the end to overcome obstacles. The Dragon is independent &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anak pertama &amp; gak dimanaja .. pdhl pengen loh sekali2&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;, analytical &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salah besar nih, analycal skill gw nol besar&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; and self opinionated &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ih bongkar2 rahasia nih&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;. The Dragon is inquisitive by nature and loves to learn &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masa sih?&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;, he/she is willing to look for solutions, even for the slightest problems. The Dragon craves for fame &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayaknya br kali ini deh ada yg nulis kayak gini, tp bener kok ... gw kan mau jadi artis wakakakak&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; and is energetic and lead a colorful life &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amin amin amin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... mudah2an bs lbh colorful ya&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;. The Dragon attaches importance to appearance &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gak ada salahnya kan?&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;and has excellent managerial capabilities in human resource management &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apa ini clue buat gw utk ganti profesi?&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;. The Dragon is generally wise, courageous and generous and usually has what it takes to sustain him/her in any occupation &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hear that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; so hire me hurry&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;. The Dragon tends to chase after what he/she adores. Though The Dragon is not too capable in managing finance, he/she has a practical approach in earning income &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bener banget kok ... dan ada buktinya ... bs liat juga di post selanjutnya ttg SOPHAHOLIC&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;General luck in 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Dragon will enjoy great fortune as all misfortune is washed away this year, The Dragon’s efforts will be easily recognized by the seniors and bosses this year, his/her studies and career will also be smooth sailing &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's what im hoping for&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;. With the help of benefactors, The Dragon will be able to avert most of the misfortune and will bring good luck to his/her family. The Dragon will enjoy many more happy occasions this year &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TOBT banget deh&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Career luck in 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Dragon will experience good fortune in his/her career life this year &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in my case mungkin artinya gw bakal dpt kerjaan yg gw suka kali ye&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;. Everything is smooth-sailing and one can certainly look forward to promotions and opportunities to move up the ranks. The self employed Dragon and The Dragon running his/her own business will also enjoy good business. However, he/she should always be proactive in securing business deals and not let opportunities o slip by. Lady Luck in certainly smiling at The Dragon this year as compared last year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wealth luck in 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This year is an extremely auspicious year for The Dragon with regards to their wealth luck &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yah kalo udh dpt kerja pasti donk "kekayaan" nya membaik&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;. The Dragon will benefit greatly is he/she invest or starts his/her own business. However, due to the presence of the LITTLE DEPLETION is their “Life Palace”, The Dragon might sometimes find it difficult to accumulate wealth if money management is poor &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sophaholic with money in singapore? it's like 'flushing the money down the drain&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... will work on this matter tho&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;. This year, The Dragon should pay more attention to their door numbers, car license plate numbers and even telephone numbers. The God of Wealth might just come knocking on the door.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Health in 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Health of The Dragon is fair this year. The Dragon may suffer small ailments at times due to stress and worries and this might lead to frequent headaches and insomnia &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already lah&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;, The Dragon must not overwork himself/herself &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how?&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;, and should go for regular checkups, visiting the dentist &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeao .. forgot to do it when i was in Jkt&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; or donating blood &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought about it, but im scared of needle&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; to avert bloodshed in the upcoming year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Love life in 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Dragon will enjoy bliss and harmony if he/she is in love as the LOVE &lt;st1:stockticker&gt;STAR&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt; is shining brightly in The Dragon’s “Life Palace”. Also, the single Dragon should participate more in social functions, he/she might just find a perfect match this year &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;socialize? .. ok i put it in my agenda :P&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Auspicious directions: North, Southwest and Southeast&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Auspicious months: 2nd, 4th, 7th, 8th and 11th month of the lunar calendar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Inauspicious months: 3rd, 5th, and 9th of the lunar calendar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Auspicious colors: red, yellow, and brown&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Auspicious number: 4, 6&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-5765811098842672929?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/5765811098842672929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=5765811098842672929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/5765811098842672929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/5765811098842672929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/03/dragon-in-pig-year.html' title='DRAGON in PIG year'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Repa_DOxe7I/AAAAAAAAABs/ZlsOiiy9W9g/s72-c/dragon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-3352125608594413866</id><published>2007-03-02T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T10:34:38.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Poem</title><content type='html'>berikut ini adalah buktinya 'gila'nya anak2 P. Lg dikejar2 deadline ... diawali dgn chatting buat nanya info ttg project, lalu lahirlah ide kreatif (yg emang cukup sering muncul dibawah tekanan2 pekerjaan) dalam bentuk sebuah puisi cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;cinta sepanjang coastal-line&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;sekukuh akar mangrove&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;yang tanpanya akan ada abrasi hati&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;memudarkan warna-warna biodiversity cinta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;karena luapan cinta yang terus naik seiring dengan sea level rise&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;akibat panas hati yang terakumulasi bak climate change &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;yang terbungkus, dalam satu kemasan berharga...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;proposal ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;this is why i miss our luch talk so much ... here, im sitting alone in a restaurant or hawker, no one to talk to ... buat org yg cerewet, bawel and ember kayak gue ini kadang berasa kaya siksaan. ntar kalo gue lupa cara ngomong gimana? please, jgn suruh gw ngomong sendiri ya ... hiks hiks  &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-3352125608594413866?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/3352125608594413866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=3352125608594413866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/3352125608594413866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/3352125608594413866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-poem.html' title='Love Poem'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-6109353081966692013</id><published>2007-03-01T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:50:02.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some parents ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bokap ku orang nya emang keras, dan terkadang kurang bisa menempatkan diri. Contoh: kalau anaknya telp jauh2 mau minta pendapat ya dengerin dulu donk ah. Bukannya raised your voice sampe gw nyesel nelpon (gak bakal lagi deh). Berulang2 gw bilang gw cuma mau minta pendapat, baru deh calmed down. Situasi kayak gini nih yg bikin gue sama sekali enggak deket ama bokap. Adanya gue tambah stress ... tambah suntuk … tambah enggak betah … tambah segala2nya deh …&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Now, I just don’t want to think … don’t want to chose .. don’t want to do anything …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-6109353081966692013?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/6109353081966692013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=6109353081966692013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/6109353081966692013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/6109353081966692013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-parents.html' title='some parents ...'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-2918069839979069134</id><published>2007-02-21T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:40:05.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i like ...</title><content type='html'>What do I like bout Spore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Definitely ESPLANADE. I went there for 3 days in the row already. It’s the perfect place to just sit on one of its couches, relax and enjoy your book and iPod. And apparently lots of people do that. Or maybe because they’re tired from the Hong Bao event and came here to use the toilet and enjoy the air con-ed rooms? Well, I did exactly that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hehehehe &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I like to sit there and watched people pass by. I consider myself as a ‘people observer’. Like to see what they are wearing and doing. You will amaze on some of things that I saw. I saw a grandma ‘breastfed’ her grandson. Yeap .. a grandma and a grandson. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Oh, i just found out that Esplanade has free event every weekend from Friday to Sunday. Well, this certainly will make my weekend more interesting. Yesterday I watched the quartet from &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Taiwan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; played a traditional Chinese music, and a band played some rocks song and even a lovey-dovey song. And … there’s fire works. How on earth the Esplanade funds this “free event”? it must cost a lot. THANKS ESPLANADE. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I think all I need to do now is pray so hard (and hopefully GOD listens to me) that Phantom of the Opera will also be a free event …(yeah rite .. keep on dreaming –ii-). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-2918069839979069134?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/2918069839979069134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=2918069839979069134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/2918069839979069134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/2918069839979069134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-i-like.html' title='what i like ...'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-3707008948548793884</id><published>2007-02-21T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:38:04.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so boring lah ...</title><content type='html'>Let me summarize my first week:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rooms hunting … saw the rooms … don’t like it … like it &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stayed at home ... online ...email … job hunting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Out to find smth to eat … went back home .. online … email … browsing .. job hunting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Interview … yes I had one interview … (a big thanks to ibu ucrit)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Singapore River Hong Bao 2007 … Esplanade …esplanade for the free events ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-3707008948548793884?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/3707008948548793884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=3707008948548793884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/3707008948548793884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/3707008948548793884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-boring-lah.html' title='so boring lah ...'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-6159238932725970958</id><published>2007-02-09T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:46:27.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from antasari with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rcw4Lhbh_QI/AAAAAAAAABc/y-QZKR9GTJU/s1600-h/wallpaper_to_ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rcw4Lhbh_QI/AAAAAAAAABc/y-QZKR9GTJU/s400/wallpaper_to_ii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029456654469561602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more can i say? luv U too&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/18818898-6159238932725970958?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/6159238932725970958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=6159238932725970958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/6159238932725970958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/6159238932725970958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-antasari-with-love.html' title='from antasari with love'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rcw4Lhbh_QI/AAAAAAAAABc/y-QZKR9GTJU/s72-c/wallpaper_to_ii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-8667527618639961156</id><published>2007-01-30T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:46:28.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teringat akan Raja Ampat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rb8QvcJZ2eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SNvsl0_qzOU/s1600-h/PICT4490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rb8QvcJZ2eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SNvsl0_qzOU/s320/PICT4490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025754116364294626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Aku beruntung sekali mendapat kesemp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;ata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;n bbrp kali untuk mengunjungi bbrp kampung di Raja Ampat, Papua. Raja Ampat ini kabupaten baru pecahan Sorong dan tdr dr banyak pulau kecil. Dr pengalaman ku, perjalanan ke kampung yg paling jauh sekitar 9 jam dengan perahu speed yang seadanya (dan waktu itu terhambat badai juga sih). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway, mungkin udh kebayang kali ya utk daerah2 yg amat sangat susah dijangkau ini yg namanya fasilitas pend&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;id&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ikan “kurang” menjadi perhatian pemerintah. Siapa coba yg mau ngajar di daerah yag terpencil dgn gaji yg blm tentu d&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;id&lt;/st1:personname&gt;apat, blm lagi d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;engan bahaya malaria yang siap menyerang begitu kondisi tubuh drop? Atau kalau pun dpt gaji pasti gak akan cukup buat beli BBM utk ke Sorong …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rb8OFcJZ2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zA29WuSZH2o/s1600-h/78.+Wayag+Islands+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rb8OFcJZ2cI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zA29WuSZH2o/s320/78.+Wayag+Islands+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025751195786533314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; penduduk yg cerita anak2 mreka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;sudah 2 tahun lbh enggak ke sekolah krn enggak ada guru. Tadinya ada satu guru yg ngajarnya keliling dr satu kampung ke kampung lain. Tp entah kemana guru ini pergi. T&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;id&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ak mungkin juga mengirim anak sekolah di pulau lain dimana ada asramanya. Berapa banyak biaya yg dibutuhkan?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; juga di suatu kampung, rumah unt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;uk guru sudah dibangun dengan amat sgt memadai bila dibandingkan dgn tempat tinggal penduduk setempat. Nmn ternyat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a sang guru lbh memilih tinggal di kampung sebelah krn keluarganya disana. Biasanya sang guru tinggal naik kapal dr kampung sebelah bila saatnya mengajar. Tp kalau ada badai? Yah anak2 libur deh … &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rb8PkMJZ2dI/AAAAAAAAAAg/a_S-yYXKLqI/s1600-h/PICT7152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rb8PkMJZ2dI/AAAAAAAAAAg/a_S-yYXKLqI/s320/PICT7152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025752823579138514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tapi saya pernah bertemu dengan se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;orang ibu guru yang amat sangat luar biasa menurut saya. Beliau berasal dr suatu daerah yg amat sgt berbeda dgn Papua (maju maksudnya). Ia ditugaskan di suatu kampung keciiiiiiiiil, dan beliau menjalankan tugasnya dgn senang hati. Pdhl dikampung ini yg namanya malaria udh biasa banget deh. Kaki dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; tangan gak akn bebas deh dr gigitan ganas nyamuk2 di daerah ini. Kenyataan bhw msh ada ibu yg berdedikasi spt itu membuat saya agak2 optimis sih. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Lucunya … (mmg sih kalau berurusan dengan pemerintah banyak h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;al “lucu” nya juga) … ada kampung yg dibangunkan jalan dr beton/semen. Kebayang enggak jalan segitu “bagus” nya buat apa? Kalau siang terik mana ada penduduk yg terbiasa bertelanjang kak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i memakai jalan itu, kecuali kalau mereka mau kakinya melepuh. Yg mengeruk keuntungan hanya anjing2 lokal yg numpang “pup” di &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Serius loh .. kalau kesana banyak bgt pup anjingnya. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; lagi yg dpt “hadiah” mobil sbg kendaraan dinas. Nah ini yg bikin gue ngakak setengah mati. Lagi jalan2 sore … melewati jalan aspal (oh iya ini kampung yg plg maju loh .. jalan diaspal, dan ada yg jual es dung2 hehehe) … menyeberangi sungai kecil dgn jembatan kayu apung yg udh seadanya (aku udh takut loh jembatan itu enggak bisa menahan berat badanku :P) .. lalu terlihat lah mobil itu … hahahahaha … aku terus terang bingung banget .. buat apa mobil itu ada di kampung? Mau kemana? Mobil itu yg jelas enggak bisa nyeberang jembatan apung. Mungkin bolak balik jalan lurus yang enggak ada 1 km itu? Tau enggak sih harg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a BBM di kampung itu udh berapa kali lipat dr harga di Sor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ong? Emangnya ada BBM di kampung? Mendingan BBM dipake buat ke sorong deh. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rb8TKMJZ2fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/q4zaoq9OJM8/s1600-h/PICT5130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rb8TKMJZ2fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/q4zaoq9OJM8/s320/PICT5130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025756774949050866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Banyak sekali cerita2 dr Raja Ampat yang kadang bisa bikin gw meringis sedih. Coba uang yg dipakai buat bikin jalan yg sia2 atau beli mobil yg nyasar itu, dipake buat menggaji guru … buat bayar dokter keliling … buat bikin sumur air minum … buat nanam bakau … buat nambahin modal penduduk lokal yg selama 10 tahun terakhir ini udh berusaha membangun gereja nmn belum selesai juga krn enggak ada duit … buat beli perahu dan mesin supaya mreka bisa jual hasil laut ke sorong … &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Waktu aku kesana, mmg mengadakan acara pertemuan yg berhubungan dgn kerjaan kantor. Jadi perwakilan penduduk, baik wanita, guru, tokoh adat, pemuda, dll hadir juga. Sedih deh waktu mreka menuangkan unek2 mreka ttg keadaan mreka dgn harapan bahwa kita yg dtg dr “sorong” dpt menyampaikan suara mreka ke pemerintah. Walau kita udh bilang berkali2 kalau kita akan “berusaha” menyampaikan aspirasi mreka dan kita enggak bisa janji apa2, nmn dalam hati aku tau mreka menaro harapan ke kita. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rb8TzcJZ2gI/AAAAAAAAAA4/teW3JxREezc/s1600-h/yenkawir.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rb8TzcJZ2gI/AAAAAAAAAA4/teW3JxREezc/s320/yenkawir.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025757483618654722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Enggak bisa ya kita cloning org2 berdedikasi kaya sang ibu guru lalu kita letakkan di pemerintahan? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Kok Oprah (atau siapapun) enggak bangun sekolah (yg kaya di &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;South Africa&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;) buat anak2 Raja Ampat ya? Enggak ush pake seragam segala deh kalau emang bisa motong biaya dikit. Pake sandal jepit juga enggak apa. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; juga seorang temenku yg bekerja untuk suatu NGO. Dia juga waktu itu kebetulan punyak banyak kegiatan keliling kampung di Raja Ampat (dan bbrp kali aku memang nebeng dia (thanks ya sistah from the BS icon). Nah kebetulan waktu itu emang lg ada program dr pemerintah yang namanya BLT (bantuan langsung tunai) sehubungan dengan kenaikan harga BBM waktu itu. Nah setiap keluarga yg ter&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;id&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;entifikasi sebagai “miskin” akan dapat bantuan 100 ribu rupiah per bulan. Tau enggak apa yg “lucu” dgn program ini. Dr yang namanya meng&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;id&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;entifikasi org “miskin” yg enggak masuk akal sampai jumlah uang 100 rb. Uang 100 rb utk org yg tinggal di sorong mungkin emang berarti,tp buat org Raja Ampat?enggak ada artinya .. enggak cukup buat beli BBM perahu. Dan tau enggak buat ngambil itu duit mreka hrs punya KTP (kalau enggak salah mungkin &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;surat&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; keterangan dr kepala distrik juga bisa kali ya?). anyway, KTP perlu apa saudara2? Pas foto… dimana bisa fotonya? Di sorong .. dan berapa ongkos yang perlu dikeluarkan utk ke &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;? Nah liat &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; betapa “kurang bergunanya” program ini buat bbrp daerah? Anyway, temen ku ini menyadari bhw krn dia akan keliliing ke kampung2, maka dia bikin pas foto dr penduduk lalu di print di kertas foto. Set&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;id&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;aknya org dewasa udh punya foto utk KTP dan anak2 sekolah juga punya pas foto. Tp kok masih ada juga ya org yg nyeletuk : “buat apa sih bikin pas foto gitu? Itu &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; bukan kerjaan kita?”…. yah emang kita hrs memaklumi orang2 yg belum bisa (atau t&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;id&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;ak mampu) utk berpikir panjang .. org2 yg tdk tau terima kasih krn scr t&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;id&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;ak langsung org2 di Raja Ampat inilah yg kasih gaji mreka (coba kalau mreka enggak ada, emangnya kamu punya program di Raja Ampat).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Udah ah cape ……&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-8667527618639961156?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/8667527618639961156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=8667527618639961156' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/8667527618639961156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/8667527618639961156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/01/teringat-akan-raja-ampat.html' title='teringat akan Raja Ampat'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/Rb8QvcJZ2eI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SNvsl0_qzOU/s72-c/PICT4490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-9310038297917133</id><published>2007-01-15T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T14:16:38.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panikiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;argh ................ PANIKS nihhhhhhhhhhhhhh......&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do ... what to do? ^@%*^(*$&amp;^(^@&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-9310038297917133?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/9310038297917133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=9310038297917133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/9310038297917133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/9310038297917133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/01/panikiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title='panikiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-479120009953303998</id><published>2007-01-11T12:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:08:19.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>body combat ...</title><content type='html'>aku terbujuk oleh temen ku "setan cantik" untuk ikutan body combat. bayanganku sih kayak kelas boxing di Gerdahallen, tp &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my oh my&lt;/span&gt; .. ini sih &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high impact, &lt;/span&gt;banyak meloncat nya .. udah tau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ankle&lt;/span&gt; ku yg udh gak beres. Gerakannya sih kayak umumnya lah, tapi banyak dikombinasikan. belum lagi semuanya serba cepet ... kaki ku yg masih nendang dan belum nyampe ke lantai, yg lain udh pada nonjok2, pokoknya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high speed&lt;/span&gt; deh ... sebenernya sih asik banget nih, mungkin setelah 2 ato 3 kali dan udh inget kombinasi2 gerakannya ...  btw di Sing juga ada loh mungkin &lt;a href="http://www.fitnessfirst.com.sg"&gt;join&lt;/a&gt; disana aja kali ya ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-479120009953303998?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/479120009953303998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=479120009953303998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/479120009953303998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/479120009953303998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/01/body-combat.html' title='body combat ...'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-1017113324087146820</id><published>2007-01-11T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:11:42.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mau loe apa sih?</title><content type='html'>kantor kan sering tuh bikin brosur2 utk kepentingan project. Kadang kala (baca: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K A D A N G&lt;/span&gt;)  sebelum kerjaan itu dibawa kepercetakan di edarin dulu ke staff buat minta masukan atau sekalian bisa nemuin error2 kecil. Nah masalahnya gue yg cukup sering keluar kantor jarang buanget (suer) disuruh baca brosur utk dimintai masukan. setelah jadi baru deh, gue baca dan lalu adalah protes2 kecil keluar dr mulut gue yg bawel. Tau enggak jawaban dr mreka: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah sama saja&lt;/span&gt;" ... "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enggak ngaruh lagi, udah dicetak&lt;/span&gt;" ..."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ih waktu itu kan udh diedarin kok enggak protes?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellloooooo .. plis deh ... emangnya gue ada di kantor 24/7 apa? emangnya gue pernah apa dikasihin atau dimintai masukan? jarang .. paling cuma satu dua kali ... please dont give me that -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan waktu itu udh diedarin&lt;/span&gt;- crab.... krn sering juga hanya org2 tertentu yg dimintai masukan .. i know this, cos i work here ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tujuan gue kasih masukan cuma satu ... kalau mau dicetak lagi ya kan bisa sekalian dibenerin ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temans, jangan marah ya ini cuma masukan ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttd&lt;br /&gt;-ii- (yg masih grumpy n moody krn akn kehilangan kalian semua)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-1017113324087146820?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/1017113324087146820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=1017113324087146820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/1017113324087146820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/1017113324087146820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/01/mau-loe-apa-sih.html' title='mau loe apa sih?'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-5006573436329590436</id><published>2007-01-10T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T14:38:30.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yippeeee.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya gitu deh … waktu mau pisahan ama temen2 gue dulu, gue juga jadi super sensitive. Merasa sendiri tapi sebenernya enggak, sebenernya cuma perasaan gue. Tapi susah sih berusaha utk gak ngerasa gitu… jadi sekarang ya gue terima aja. Kalau emang gue ngerasa left out ya udh … gue nikmatin aja perasaan itu .. cos I know I’ll be fine. That’s why im so excited when RAN told me that she’s coming to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; [I hope you get a cheap ticket girl]. So what should we do? Shopping is definitely on top of the list. Dining? Pamper ourselves in a spa? A movie maybe?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-5006573436329590436?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/5006573436329590436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=5006573436329590436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/5006573436329590436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/5006573436329590436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2007/01/yippeeee.html' title='yippeeee.........'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-5017452807500698410</id><published>2006-12-19T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:46:28.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grumpy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RYd0ATLMMcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X64oIwMrjT4/s1600-h/grumpy-pup+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RYd0ATLMMcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X64oIwMrjT4/s320/grumpy-pup+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010100658968998338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what’s wrong with me … lately I’m so grumpy and cynical about everything basically. I just wanna go home and hide under my pillow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited Sorong and Bali for my cholesterol program: sea food for a week (and durian) in Sorong, fancy but not so sustainable lunch and dinner in Bali.Snorkeling @ Deer Island (hmmm… I think Manado is better and Raja Ampat is still the best tho’)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coughing for a month – and I tried acupuncture this morning (can you imagine acupuncture for me – someone who’s afraid of needles?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother got back from China (the house is too crowded now)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lost my dog (bye bye Bandit) but my puppy is doing OK now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missed JIFFEST (d***)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our hearts are still in pain from losing Gadia (goodbye little girl)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-5017452807500698410?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/5017452807500698410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=5017452807500698410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/5017452807500698410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/5017452807500698410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/12/grumpy.html' title='grumpy'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ajdv4j-Fs5w/RYd0ATLMMcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X64oIwMrjT4/s72-c/grumpy-pup+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-4634622434960809513</id><published>2006-11-27T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T01:56:02.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months and counting ...</title><content type='html'>things i wanna do in these 2 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish my task @ d office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch &lt;a href="http://www.jiffest.org/"&gt;JIFFEST&lt;/a&gt; with my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch &lt;a href="http://www.indosinema.com/movie/312"&gt;Hantu Jeruk Purut&lt;/a&gt; @ the last show with all niters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;late late supper or just juice with all niters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enjoy my [maybe] last visit to Sorong and eat seafood for the whole week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;snorkling @ Raja Ampat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;develop one more proposal with CS (pake &lt;a href="http://www.systemdynamics.org/"&gt;System Dynamics&lt;/a&gt; donk)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;throw a great farewell for "ME" (any idea friends??)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;find a place to stay in Spore (cheap and hip place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;find a JOB (any information???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-4634622434960809513?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/4634622434960809513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=4634622434960809513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/4634622434960809513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/4634622434960809513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/11/2-months-and-counting.html' title='2 months and counting ...'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-116427160561027080</id><published>2006-11-23T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T16:46:45.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the word is out ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2700/1847/1600/351923/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2700/1847/320/856316/sad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So it is out in the open. I am leaving Pelangi after 2.5 years. Actually its not just Pelangi, but my life, my family, my friends, my precious furry animals… im leaving everything behind to search for so-called a better life. A sad thing to do … but I have to do it. I don’t have any other option. I just cant imagine I have to move to a new country, with no job, no friend, no place to live … nothing except the shopping malls :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Im sure I can do this … but its so damn hard when I have to look back at everything I’ll leave behind … I will miss u, u , u, u , and all of u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-116427160561027080?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/116427160561027080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=116427160561027080' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/116427160561027080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/116427160561027080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/11/word-is-out.html' title='the word is out ....'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-116257886398852859</id><published>2006-11-04T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T02:41:30.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling about nothing after midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/farewell_mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/farewell_mel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my family ... a lot have been goin on … many of you have left … I know one day many more will leave and many more will join , but it still breaks my heart … maybe it is time to go on? Maybe it is time for me to move forward? I don’t want to be left alone …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: jangan mikir yg macem2 ya temans ... im fine and im still here &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-116257886398852859?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/116257886398852859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=116257886398852859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/116257886398852859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/116257886398852859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/11/rambling-about-nothing-after-midnight.html' title='rambling about nothing after midnight'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-116249309279999780</id><published>2006-11-03T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T02:18:14.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/3d9ac56cf8d95b0f5801037b3f354502.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/200/3d9ac56cf8d95b0f5801037b3f354502.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;udah pada baca &lt;a href="http://www.gagasmedia.net/component/option,com_virtuemart/page,shop.product_details/flypage,shop.flypage/product_id,400/Itemid,27/"&gt;Marriagable: gue mau nikah asal ...&lt;/a&gt; belum?? lumayan menarik, mungkin krn gaya bahasa nya atau juga karena topik cerita nya yang agak lain dibandingkan novel2 Indonesia yang selama ini gue baca? tapi meengingatkan gue banget akan Sex &amp; the City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;Anyway, my question is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;: apa sih kriteria kita (yes dear kita para wanita cantik dan mandiri) untuk cari suami or pacar? kalau mau klise semuanya juga jawab cowo yg pinter, cakep, kaya, dll ... &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; aku pernah tuh terlibat diskusi yang mendalam dengan temen cewe dan temen cowo ttg masalah ini. apa yg kita cari, apa yg kita harapkan, kenapa kita (yes kita) masih single? &lt;i&gt;well, lets find the answer together shall we&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa gue msh single? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Senin-jumat kerja, kalaupun gaul biasanya ama temen kantor juga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;Sabtu-minggu, its time for me untuk me-recharge batere gue (bangun siang, nonton, leha-leha, day-dreaming, mandiin my precious dogs, etc). jadi kapan ya gue bisa ketemu orang baru? Kenalan ama cowo? Kalaupun udh kenalan trus mau ngapain? Gue tuh orang nya gampak suka sama org lain, tp utk &lt;i style=""&gt;really really really like&lt;/i&gt; kayaknya susah deh. Emangnya apa sih yg gue cari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[PS: all above are my “excuses” for still being single hehehe] &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Apa yang gue cari? aku selalu jawab: seseorang yang bisa bikin aku tertawa (sorry wendy-&lt;i style=""&gt;editor of the book&lt;/i&gt;- gue enggak nyontek loh) dan seseorang yang pinter yang bisa menjawab semua pertanyaan2 bodoh gue (kadang-kadang gue merasa gue tuh org nya agak ignorance). &lt;i&gt;yes that's all that im looking from a guy&lt;/i&gt;. Kala gue jawab org yg bisa bikin gue jatuh cinta (akan dibahas dibawah) kayaknya terlalu cliché deh ya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of my girlfriends (you know who you are :P) said that there is one more (quite) important criteria (at least for her): she said that she couldn’t kiss an ugly guy (it means that he-at least- should have a nice looking face doesn’t necessary handsome tho’)&lt;/span&gt; – (udah masin fisik nih) [PS: thanks for the tips girl]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about L O V E ? jaman gini? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is not enough&lt;/span&gt; lah …kecuali kalau kita bisa kenyang (lahir batin loh ya) hanya dengan cinta. Idealnya (buat gue) emang si cowo hrs &lt;i style=""&gt;funny, clever &lt;/i&gt;dan punya &lt;i style=""&gt;a bunch of love for me (and mine for him)&lt;/i&gt;. Tapi (biasanya) &lt;i style=""&gt;the good guys are taken&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So is it time to compromise? &lt;/span&gt;Kriteria mana yang lebih susah utk kita temukan dr cowo? Dr salah satu novel picisan yg gue baca (&lt;i style=""&gt;yes sometimes I like cheesy novel&lt;/i&gt;) dikatakan bhw  &lt;i style=""&gt;“a marriage is not about happiness. It is about “need”, 2 people that “need” each other to live. She needs him, and he needs her”&lt;/i&gt;. Bener enggak sih? Apa maksudnya?  &lt;i style=""&gt;So far I don’t need someone else just to live my life. It’s a tricky question &lt;/i&gt;terutama buat gue yang belum pernah &lt;i style=""&gt;deeply madly in love with someone&lt;/i&gt;. Kayaknya selama ini  &lt;i style=""&gt;either &lt;/i&gt;cuma &lt;i style=""&gt;crush or lust &lt;/i&gt;deh (hehehehe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Jadi apa donk jawabannya? Apa yg harus kita &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compromise&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We know that love hurts. We know that laughter will make everything more bearable (and make we live longer … based on a study that I read :P). Should we compromise love? Can we live with someone that we don’t love but we need him so we can go on with our lives? Can we live with someone that we don’t love but he can bring laughter and sunshine to our lives? If someone has the answer please let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-116249309279999780?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/116249309279999780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=116249309279999780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/116249309279999780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/116249309279999780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/11/rambling.html' title='rambling'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-116220251489218844</id><published>2006-10-30T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T17:04:57.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi-lites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought  it’s gonna be very easy to travel to Spore thru Batam. Well, I think I forgot to take into consideration the Eid holiday when (I think) most of Indonesian were spending their holiday in Spore. I had to wait 3.5 hours for the ferry, a 40-min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ute travel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by ferry became 2.5 hours (I don’t know why), and when we got to Harbou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r Front the ferry could not dock (some problem with the Singaporean official), and last but not least queued for 3 hours at the immigration office, and queued again for the taxi. I was drop dead when I got to our no-window hotel room but managed to open the door for Reanne tho’.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nevertheless, I really enjoyed this trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; a lot, more than the oth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ers. 3 women who enjoy food and shopping, and we actually did all that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There was a time when Reanne and I were barely can walk anymore cos we’re so tired. And we started to be very “creative” with the massage wheel chair and the in-line skate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the hi-lites of the trip was I got to know Rhea’s sister, Reanne. Why did you and Rhea say that you are a shy person? I don’t think so. I think I had a lot of fun with you, talking about nothing and even planning for “my next trip” to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cebu&lt;/st1:place&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another hi-lite was the food. The best chili crab in the world at &lt;a href="http://www.jumboseafood.com.sg"&gt;JUMBO&lt;/a&gt;. The sauce itself is so good especially if we eat it with deep-fried man-tao …yummy …. We went all the way to Novena for the roasted chicken rice and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Lau&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Pa&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; Sat for i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Black Pepper Crab, stingray and satay. Oh dont forget milk-tea or "teh tarik".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/ChilliCrab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/200/ChilliCrab.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Roated%20chicken%20rice%20%40%20Novena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 133px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/200/Roated%20chicken%20rice%20%40%20Novena.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the famous JUMBO chili crab; roasted chicken rice @ Novena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/dinner%20at%20Lau%20Pa%20Sat.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/200/dinner%20at%20Lau%20Pa%20Sat.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/with%20some%20shopping%20bags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 138px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/200/with%20some%20shopping%20bags.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;big dinner @ Lao Pa Sat; teh tarik at nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-116220251489218844?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/116220251489218844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=116220251489218844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/116220251489218844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/116220251489218844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-lites.html' title='hi-lites'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-116099924437516387</id><published>2006-10-16T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:47:24.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reuni lagi bo'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I got an sms from RAN asking if I will be free during next week ... Of course girl, I hv the whole week planned out already (doing nothing except watching dvd :P). If I hv smth more interesting to do, I’ll go for it. Apparently RAN is also fed up with &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Labuan&lt;/st1:place&gt; and need to escape. So we ended up planning for another very short trip. I have my ticket already (costs me a lot-don’t know hw im gonna pay for this trip, but I will worry about it when I get back). &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I don’t know what is happening. Lately I just &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;have this urge to go somewhere .. anywhere as long as I can get out of this town or country … &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;maybe because I have 2 very lousy weeks, and it drained me. I need a break … another break … 2 days with great friend with lots in common will bring back my energy for sure, and wipe off this negative aura from me hehehehe … sight seeing, dining, shopping, gossiping ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-116099924437516387?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/116099924437516387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=116099924437516387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/116099924437516387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/116099924437516387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/10/reuni-lagi-bo.html' title='reuni lagi bo&apos;'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-116073120424223395</id><published>2006-10-13T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T17:20:04.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teknologi bikin ribet</title><content type='html'>suatu pagi di suatu mal ... setelah sebuah transaksi yg tak berakhir dgn baik (malah belum melakukan apa2, baru masukin kartu doang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii (mood nya lg seneng, soalnya pake celana 3/4 ..loh apa hubungannya ya?): met pagi mbak, mau nglapor kalau kartu ATM ku ditelen mesin ATM di citos&lt;br /&gt;mbak: oh iya.  no rekeningnya berapa mbak?&lt;br /&gt;ii: mbak saya di citos, manalah saya bawa2 buku tabungan saya&lt;br /&gt;M: oh iya ya .. bisa sih kita cari rekeningnya, tp butuh 2 menit&lt;br /&gt;ii: ya udh gak papa&lt;br /&gt;mbak: nama nya, alamat tagihan, alamat sesuai KTP, tanggal lahir, bla bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;ii menjawab semua pertanyaan itu dgn tdk sabar krn harus mengeja namaku yang unik sampe 4 kali (4 kali sodara sodara)&lt;br /&gt;mbak: mbak citos itu sama ama cilandak mal ya?&lt;br /&gt;ii: mana saya tau mbak, citos ya citos&lt;br /&gt;mbak: yang di jalan cilandak itu kan?&lt;br /&gt;ii: mbak saya enggak tau&lt;br /&gt;(after awhile, twowhile, threewhile)&lt;br /&gt;mbak: gini mbak, kartunya nanti bisa diambil kembali di kantor cilandak atau fatmawati&lt;br /&gt;(dalam hati dan emosi dan bingung: he? emangnya bisa?)&lt;br /&gt;ii: mbak  saya enggak mau kartu saya, saya cuma mau block kartu saya aja&lt;br /&gt;mbak: oh ya udah mbak kartunya saya blok aja deh&lt;br /&gt;ii (dalam hati): he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tau enggak apa yg salah dengan percakapan diatas, selain bahwa itu enggak penting dan panjang?? ternyata kalau kartu ATM yang udh ditelan itu udh sama sekali gak bisa dipake lagi. Krn kartu nya nanti akan langsung dihancurkan sama petugasnya ... jadi my question to you MBAK: ngapain aku disuruh ke cabang ini dan itu buat ambil kartu???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, aku tau info itu setelah nelpon langsung ke ktr cabang bank ku, dan mbak nya menawarkan bbrp solusi:&lt;br /&gt;1. tunggu sampe ada laporan dr petugas yg ngurus mesin ATM mengenai kartuku, which means it will take more than a week&lt;br /&gt;2. lapor aja ke polisi, bilang kartunya ilang (ihhh.... mbak nya ngajarin bo'ong nih)&lt;br /&gt;3. ambil semua duit di rekening (tinggalin 10 ribu), lalu buka rekening baru. tp ini kalau saldonya kurang dr 10 jt, krn ternyata oh ternyata sekarang kalau mau ambil duit lebih dr 10 jt hrs pake kartu atm juga ... (baru tau nih)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa makin ribet ya?? bukankah seharusnya teknologi itu membuat segalanya makin mudah dan efisien ya? skrg ambil duit punya sendiri aja hrs pake buku dan kartu ATM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temanku juga punya pengalaman yang sama (bermasalah dgn teknologi) di suatu gedung megah di jalan sudirman. dia mau ke lantai 28, tp kok di depan lift nya tidak ada tombol naik dan turun ya? setelah nunggu 15 menit sambil celingak celinguk, dia melihat seorang ibu yang menuju ke pintu lift. ikutlah temenku menunggu di belakang sang ibu. di dalam lift temenku makin bingung, kok enggak ada tombol no lantainya ya? yg terlihat hanya layar yg menunjukkan angka 25. ternyata ibu itu turun di lt 25. temenku panik dan ikut turun donk. lalu bertanya lah  sama sang ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temen: bu kalo mo ke lantai 28 gimana caranya ya?&lt;br /&gt;sang ibu: oh .. di lantai 1 diujung deretan lift ada panel, nah dipanel itu mbak tekan angka 2 dan 8. lalu layar akan menunjukkan mbak hrs nunggu di lift A, B, C, ato D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah mungkin ini hanya aku aja yang masih gaptek kali ya ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-116073120424223395?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/116073120424223395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=116073120424223395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/116073120424223395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/116073120424223395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/10/teknologi-bikin-ribet.html' title='teknologi bikin ribet'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-116062536542674847</id><published>2006-10-12T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:10:52.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The racism … the insult ...  the named-calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For my whole life I used to strangers in the m&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;id&lt;/st1:personname&gt;dle of the street starred at me or called&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;...”hey u Chinese”, or “hey you fatso”. Do I really care? Not really ... Those people are just some ignorance useless people that this country doesn’t need. Bes&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;id&lt;/st1:personname&gt;es, I do think it is a waste of time to deal with those people. But when you are not in a so good mood, and it happened to you, I just want to snap and kick their butts. But (again) I remember what my father keeps on telling his children, “ we are minority in this country, so we have to be careful with whatever we say and do”… lets take a look my situation (not my family’s), im Chinese, Christian and fat. So what does it say? It means that im a minority in a minority. But do I want to live in a place that I cant really called home? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Remember the famous saying by JFK : “ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country?” Well, I think its fair enough to say this: I gave as much as my country already gave me. And what do I get? Insult, discrimination, racism, insecurity &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;… the list can go on. And its been going on since my great great grandparents … should I put up with this any longer? Should my children? My grandchildren? NO ... DEFINITELY NOT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Today, I really thinking about “&lt;/span&gt;Borde jag flytta till ett annat land? Borde jag ändra mitt medborgarskap och flytta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;” of course my father will be furious if I do the second, but again … &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im just tired … really really tired …&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-116062536542674847?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/116062536542674847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=116062536542674847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/116062536542674847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/116062536542674847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/10/racism-insult-named-calling.html' title='The racism … the insult ...  the named-calling'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-115408615643643450</id><published>2006-07-28T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T19:29:16.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speachless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel so stupid ... all the sign are there in front of my eyes ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;how c...? wh ..?  is it true?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-115408615643643450?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/115408615643643450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=115408615643643450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/115408615643643450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/115408615643643450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/07/speachless.html' title='speachless'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-115348252579149113</id><published>2006-07-21T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:48:45.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what has been so far?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;yesterday, i stup&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;id&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;ly sprained my ankle badly … after 4 hours in the hospital, I found out that I have fractured my ankle and now im walking like a granny (without the walking stick tho’). Its itchy and painful and sore … but otherwise im fine … being treated like a princess by mom, got 2 apple juice and biscuit from a friend, and don’t hv to take the bus (im using the cab for now heheheh) ... life could not be any better now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;about THAT other topic… still at the crossroad, but at least now im quite sure about what I will do … that’s why when this &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;id&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;ea become more real (at least for me at this moment), im starting to miss everybody … I even asked Superman to visit me here but unfortunately he is too busy and does not have any plan to visit Jakarta. Why only Superman? Because i have met and will meet the others pretty soon, so they dont need any invitation.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Something to wait for is the big plan to meet my girls. We haven’t figured out in which part of this world we’ll meet. But it will be in September and I guess most likely will be in Spore (well, we are all shopaholic and spore seems like a nice place to meet for sweet girls like us). &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; .. get ready for LUMES triplets. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-115348252579149113?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/115348252579149113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=115348252579149113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/115348252579149113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/115348252579149113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-has-been-so-far.html' title='what has been so far?'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-115321912878810733</id><published>2006-07-18T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:38:48.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the crossroad</title><content type='html'>yah seperti diketahui khalayak banyak, kontrakku dgn P akn berakhir bulan ini. Dan spt tahun kemarin, aku ttp ajah bingung mau ngapain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPTIONS 1: P udh nawarin perpanjang kontrak nmn aku mengharapkan kompensasi yang lbh baik tentunya. (thanks for the inputs friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPTIONS 2: ttp keluar dr P dgn satu tujuan ... SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i need to think this through .... maybe there is option 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utk ikutan SLPR ternyata memerlukan biaya yg cukup besar dan tdk ada jaminan akan dpt PR. Kalau pun dapat apakah pekerjaan akan dgn mudahnya dicari? aku rasa enggak ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya dulu aku mengincar satu posisi di suatu institusi, masalahnya posisi ini "belum ada" dan memang sedang "tidak direncanakan" .. bisa aja sih atas dsr ke-PD-an ngelamar .. tapi makin hari kok aku makin ragu ya (karena satu dan satu hal tertentu yg mana ingin aku hindari ... hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impianku masih S sih .. hv to do much better this time ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-115321912878810733?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/115321912878810733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=115321912878810733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/115321912878810733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/115321912878810733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/07/at-crossroad.html' title='at the crossroad'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-114931978813403171</id><published>2006-06-03T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T15:33:36.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im 30 goin on 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the day has come when i reached 17 hehehehe ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway .. my colleagues surprised me with … 50 ice cream , can you imagine 50 of this green bean ice cream that I like&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;lot? Hahahah thanks guys ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that I learned from the surprise is that I need to be more careful with what I say next year when my bday is approaching. I was talking about “room with a view” movie that I just saw and apparently it is based on a novel, so my friends bought me that book.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was craving for the green bean ice cream and they brought me 50 of them..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next year I will start talking about car or house or a trip around the world heheheheh ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;THANKS A LOT GUYS FOR THE BOOK &lt;st1:stockticker&gt;AND&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt; THE ICE CREAM … PLEASE HELP YOURSELF WITH THE ICE CREAM, I PUT IT IN THE FREEZE … hugs and kisses&lt;/p&gt;PS: im still waiting for my bday card from AD and fondue (expected from NN) hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-114931978813403171?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/114931978813403171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=114931978813403171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/114931978813403171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/114931978813403171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-30-goin-on-17.html' title='im 30 goin on 17'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-114869951687185636</id><published>2006-05-27T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:11:56.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You know the saying "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;a picture is worth a thousand words&lt;/span&gt;"??? last night i had a change to actually look at some of my picture folders, and it brought back some memories ... especially about raja ampat ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Untitled-1-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Untitled-1-copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-114869951687185636?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/114869951687185636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=114869951687185636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/114869951687185636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/114869951687185636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/05/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-114723632031874476</id><published>2006-05-10T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:32:16.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;wah tiba2 jadi inget seseorang, abis kemaren baru diomongin sih ... tp gak usah dipikirin ah .. dia "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of reach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" (literally) ... tp dia punya potential utk jd temen yang baik .. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hope you are doin alrite and find ur happiness soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot have happened since ..forever ... i met the SSN team, i went to the 0 km of indonesia (P. Sabang) &amp; spent some time snorkling, went to spore (at last, a bit dissapointing tho'), have or had a secret admire hehehehehe (this is funny), met Yu Nam a former Lumesians from HK, and now am so exciting about lombok ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/P3160099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SSN adaptation team @ Novotel Bogor March 2005 (L-R-back row) me, chandra, saleem, lwandle, olivia, babu, dwijen, sarder (L-R-front) chris, beth, debora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/titik%20nol%2C%20sabang%2C%20pulo%20weh.0.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;0 km, Weh Island&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/titik%20nol,%20sabang,%20pulo%20weh.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/cut.0.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with A Nam @ Plaza Semanggi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/250px-Gili_Meno_West_Coast.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gili meno, lombok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-114723632031874476?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/114723632031874476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=114723632031874476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/114723632031874476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/114723632031874476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/05/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-114706738964454212</id><published>2006-05-08T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T13:49:49.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ii and nino in the news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/local%20newspaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/local%20newspaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is from last year but i just found it, and i should post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends told me that i was in the local Lund newspaper. wow a big surprise for me ... i think i owe a big thanks to stefan and cheryl who uploaded it to lumes' website (&lt;a href="http://www.lumes.lu.se/lundatidningen.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.lumes.lu.se/lundatidningen.pdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the local news paper called lokaltidningen. with my (-5) level of swedish, i will try to summerize what the newspaper says. 250 trees were planted by a bunch of Lumesians who attended the conference in order to offset all the CO2 we emitted when we flown from all around the world to Lund. LUMES is an international master program and since 1997 have been attended by 300 students from 74 countries. thats it ... hehehehe.. btw, i was with nino in the pic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-114706738964454212?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/114706738964454212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=114706738964454212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/114706738964454212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/114706738964454212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/05/ii-and-nino-in-news.html' title='ii and nino in the news'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-114706485748201355</id><published>2006-05-08T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T13:19:06.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle Bells: Lumes's version</title><content type='html'>just found this old email from Nino ... a fun and full-of-memories version of jingle bells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Over the fields we go laughing all the way&lt;br /&gt;Bells an bob-trail ring, making spirits bright&lt;br /&gt;What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way&lt;br /&gt;O what fun is to ride in a one horse open sleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An here now is our wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lumes now we come, eager to learn and grow&lt;br /&gt;From all around the world complete with leady named Flo,&lt;br /&gt;First we met Asa, there came Ingegerd,&lt;br /&gt;Learning of SD, damn the reading’s hard,&lt;br /&gt;Group projects we must do, ideas flowing all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking oh so hard where’s the tequila and lime?!&lt;br /&gt;From Malthus to Pigou, The classics oh so fun,&lt;br /&gt;Drawing CLDs, shoot Miller with the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, JINGLE BELLS, GMO’S SMELL, EXTERNALITIES&lt;br /&gt;PCB AND DDT GIVE YOU SMELLY PEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation 1, presentation 2, presentation 3&lt;br /&gt;Presentations every day&lt;br /&gt;Bossel was our man, we were not all quite fans&lt;br /&gt;But that was not a thing, at least he made us think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, JINGLE BELLS, GMO’S SMELL, EXTERNALITIES&lt;br /&gt;PCB AND DDT GIVE YOU SMELLY PEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-114706485748201355?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/114706485748201355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=114706485748201355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/114706485748201355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/114706485748201355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/05/jingle-bells-lumess-version.html' title='Jingle Bells: Lumes&apos;s version'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-114087701566468241</id><published>2006-02-25T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:24:58.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it just .....</title><content type='html'>when someone sms me, i tried to reply it asap, especially if its not about some rambling news. and i expect everybody do the same .... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is it really hard to press "reply" and type "i dont know" or "next week" or whatever ur answer is?  cmon it only takes less then 10 seconds ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-114087701566468241?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/114087701566468241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=114087701566468241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/114087701566468241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/114087701566468241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-just.html' title='it just .....'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-114075026587189389</id><published>2006-02-24T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:12:10.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jokes of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOMAN'S PERFECT BREAKFAST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She's sitting at the table with her gourmet coffee. Her son is on the cover of the Wheaties box. Her daughter is on the cover of Business Week. Her boyfriend is on the cover of Playgirl. And her husband is on the back of the milk carton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WOMEN'S REVENGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase. As she fumbled for her wallet, I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse. "So, do you always carry your TV remote?" I asked. "No," she replied, "but my husband refused to do some shopping with me, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WIFE VS. HUSBAND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?" "Yep," the wife replied, "in-laws."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day...&lt;br /&gt;30,000 to a man's 15,000. The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we ! have to repeat everything to men... The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREATION&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time. "The wife responded, "Allow me to explain. God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Silent Treatment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight. Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, "Please wake me at 5:00 AM." He left it where he knew she would find it. The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."&lt;br /&gt;Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;God may have created man before woman, but there is&lt;br /&gt;always a rough draft before the masterpiece.&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/18818898-114075026587189389?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/114075026587189389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=114075026587189389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/114075026587189389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/114075026587189389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/02/jokes-of-day_23.html' title='jokes of the day'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-113962079533706215</id><published>2006-02-11T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T09:19:55.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H E F 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/holland%20education%20fair.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/holland%20education%20fair.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-113962079533706215?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.necindonesia.or.id/home.php?low=1' title='H E F 2006'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/113962079533706215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=113962079533706215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113962079533706215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113962079533706215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/02/h-e-f-2006.html' title='H E F 2006'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-113951309911058537</id><published>2006-02-10T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T09:09:39.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever tried ... GLUE?????</title><content type='html'>baru aja selese baca blog nya Luigi. eh jadi teringat waktu pertama kali makan &lt;em&gt;papeda&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Papeda&lt;/em&gt; terbuat dari sagu yang dicampur aer. waktu itu yg dihidangkan selain &lt;em&gt;papeda &lt;/em&gt;adalah ikan kuah kuning dan nasi putih. melihat salah satu teman mengambil &lt;em&gt;papeda &lt;/em&gt;bersendok2, maka aku dengan sok nya juga ikutan ngambil bersendok2 (yang ada di otakku waktu itu, kala mereka ngambil ampe banyak gitu pasti enak donk). terus terang waktu itu tertarik banget dengan &lt;em&gt;papeda &lt;/em&gt;yang warnanya kecoklat2an. dgn sok pintarnya aku berasumsi kalau &lt;em&gt;papeda &lt;/em&gt;itu dicampur gula jawa makanya jd coklat. lirik kiri kanan, loh kok campur ikan kuah toh. yah aku yang masih "perawan" dalam hal &lt;em&gt;papeda-papedaan&lt;/em&gt;, ikut juga ngambil kuah kuning. &lt;em&gt;can you imagine the combination between papeda and ikan kuah kuning&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;nevertheless,&lt;/em&gt; liur udah netes deh .. tes .. tes.. tes.. dgn semangat 45 aku suapkan satu sendok &lt;em&gt;papeda &lt;/em&gt;lengket itu kemulut... TERNYATA ... hmmmm .. interesting ... wat is this thing? .... its tasteless .. and how come i couldnt swallow it ... hmmmm ... huk .... &lt;em&gt;papeda &lt;/em&gt;nyangkut di leher ... akhirnya hrs didorong pake aer putih... dengan susah payah aku berusaha menghabiskan papeda yang masih numpuk kayak bukit di piring dengan bantuan entah berapa liter aer... seorang teman yang ternyata sudah memperhatikan aku dr tadi mengajurkan kalau dibuang aja tuh &lt;em&gt;papeda&lt;/em&gt;. yah gimana donk, kan enggak enak ama tuan rumah ... dengan susah payah berjuang selama setengah jam akhirnya aku menyerah ... no more &lt;em&gt;papeda &lt;/em&gt;please .... kata orang2 hrs lbh sering makan &lt;em&gt;papeda&lt;/em&gt; biar terbiasa ... kayaknya aku enggak bakalan deh biasa makan lem kenyel yg enggak bisa digigit dan gak berasa itu ... tp emang sih &lt;em&gt;practice make perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-113951309911058537?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/113951309911058537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=113951309911058537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113951309911058537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113951309911058537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/02/have-you-ever-tried-glue.html' title='have you ever tried ... GLUE?????'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-113937396108668302</id><published>2006-02-08T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T12:46:01.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is love blind or it just make you lose ur mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/heart%20broken.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="91" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/heart%20broken.0.jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days have not been easy for some people (that I know). when you are in love with someone, sometimes you just dont want to see the truth, you just want to see what you want to see. maybe deep inside you know that the other person doesnt love you, but you refuse to acknowledge it. at the end, when you realize that there is no hope for both of you, you "kind of" give up, you just accept what is left for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/question%20mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="99" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/question%20mark.jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my question is&lt;/strong&gt;: is it worth it? all the effort? all the intention? the heart ache when you "just" realize the truth? all the if question (if only i listened to my friends' advice .. if only ... if only ...)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking I dont think I can answer that questions. Maybe because I have never been in love (like really really in love)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... my deepest sympathy my friend. from the bottom of my heart i really wish you all the best. just want to let you know that I'm here for you, hugs ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-113937396108668302?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/113937396108668302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=113937396108668302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113937396108668302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113937396108668302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-love-blind-or-it-just-make-you-lose.html' title='is love blind or it just make you lose ur mind?'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-113907691034195697</id><published>2006-02-05T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T02:15:10.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pokoknya love love loveeeee melulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/prime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/prime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; ... from "PRIME"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;... you love, you learn, you move on ...&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/18818898-113907691034195697?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/113907691034195697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=113907691034195697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113907691034195697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113907691034195697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/02/pokoknya-love-love-loveeeee-melulu.html' title='pokoknya love love loveeeee melulu'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-113878233618284715</id><published>2006-02-01T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T16:25:38.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new phone and new office</title><content type='html'>Darn darn .. i just accidentally delete my posting .. ok I will write it (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened during the last 2 months. Mainly is about my trip to Raja Ampat, the people, my feelings, the HOT gossip and about durian .. hehehe the heaven fruits that not so many people (especially foreigners) like. I actually had a chance to visit SOLOL, one of the villages in R4 that produces durian. Its just piling up and we can buy it with a very yummy price, as yummy as its taste. I have soooo many pictures that I want to share from my trip, but with this internet connection .. hmm I don’t think I want to waste my time uploading it … maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , I sold my Samsung mobile in Sorong with a very good price and changed it with a new Sony Ericsson. Actually I also like the new Nokia, but its much more expensive and has less features (that I like) compare to Ericsson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And … for this week I move to Kuningan. So you can find me at the Royal Danish Embassy, sitting alone at the back of the embassy on the 25th floor of Menara Rajawali with the high wall of JW Marriott as my view … sigh …&lt;br /&gt;Its so quite here and I kind of like it cos this way I can concentrate. Unfortunately, all my works and files are at my computer at antasari’s office. But I dont to be here forever of course….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still coughing ... one of my parents' friends also has the same problem. coughing everytime she is in Jakarta. She went to the Ear, Nose &amp; Throat Center in Jakarta and one of the specialist told her that she is very sensitive to Jakarta's dirty air and the doctor suggested that she should live abroad where the air is "supposed to be" cleaner .... im not joking, the doctor actually told her that .. well, i dont mind at all move abroad as long as someone is paying for my expensense hehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-113878233618284715?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/113878233618284715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=113878233618284715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113878233618284715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113878233618284715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-phone-and-new-office.html' title='new phone and new office'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-113680359352261558</id><published>2006-01-09T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T16:26:24.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest trip ever</title><content type='html'>its time for another trip. this time we're heading for Waigama. as usual, something always happen during the last minute. we had to wait at the harbor until 10 am before we left Sorong because someone (u know who) forgot that she supposed to go to the bank … oi oi oi oi …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a very very long journey … about 9 hours. all u can see is ocean … never ending ocean. As usual I slept all the way (u know ... to prevent me from any urges of going to the toilet he he he he he he).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the way we found something interesting tho’. There is this island with nothing but 2 i-dont-know-wat-trees and one coconut three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was thinking ...... maybe we could have a hammock picnic over there? hehehehe ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Waigama1%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;about waigama: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the biggest and most modern village I've ever visited in R4. The road have been paved.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;isool is far from Sorong but it is closer to other area from other province. So assimilation is occured and people are more opened compare to people from more remote area such asa Ayau. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drinking water tanks with capacity of 2200 ltr have been installed is some places of this area, unfortunately the pump is not working (this is just the example how the government wasted our tax money for something that looks so good on paper but not in practice).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finally i found 1 chinese family (the first chinese I met in R4) .. &lt;em&gt;terharu bo'. &lt;/em&gt;like any other chinese, this family runs a store &lt;em&gt;(alias bedagang juga&lt;/em&gt;). Sinta and I introduced ourselves as "chinese", and we ended up being invited for tea and banana cake. Although Sinta is as dark as any other Papuan but deep inside under that dark skin she is part chinese also. &lt;em&gt;(see pic below)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and they sold ice cream ... can u imagine ice cream in a very remote area? i was estactic .. and i treated everybody with ice cream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;another unbelieveable thing is a CAR ... i just cant imagine seeing a car in any villages in R4 .... everything is in walking distance and hw did they brought the car from the port? is the road even wide enough for a car???? The car is given by the government for the head of district (if im not mistaken). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when we walked along the bay, we found a finless baby shark ... oi oi oi ... hw could they do it? once i watched a video about unsustainable fishing practices. it also shows how the fishermen catch a shark, take the fin and then throw the shark back into the sea ... talking about animal right (&lt;em&gt;sarcasticmode.com&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-113680359352261558?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/113680359352261558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=113680359352261558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113680359352261558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113680359352261558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2006/01/longest-trip-ever.html' title='Longest trip ever'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-113446040009347380</id><published>2005-11-16T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T09:49:04.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as days pass by</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACES OF YENKAWIR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir%2013%20Nov%2005%200046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir%2013%20Nov%2005%200046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- moms are workin hard -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir3%20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir3%20081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- am i cute or what -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir3%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir3%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- dont worry, we didnt eat it, we put it back to where it belongs -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir3%20094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir3%20094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- the intsy wintsy spider went out the water spout ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir%2013%20Nov%2005%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir%2013%20Nov%2005%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Yenkawir, Raja Ampat, Papua -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir3%20071.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir3%20071.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- look at the background - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir3%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir3%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- im sorry i cant help it if my pants is falling down, its the gravity :) - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir3%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir3%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- dance till midnight -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir3%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir3%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- me and boyz from the hood -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir3%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir3%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- these are heavy ... will u help me out girls? - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-113446040009347380?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/113446040009347380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=113446040009347380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113446040009347380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113446040009347380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2005/11/as-days-pass-by.html' title='as days pass by'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-113445957732959942</id><published>2005-11-15T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T14:42:36.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir%2013%20Nov%2005%20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/400/Yenkawir%2013%20Nov%2005%20081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just realized that pak yunus and adebu have been calling me "ibu" or "mam" all this time ... it makes me sound old ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Adebu has been hospitalized ... another victim of malaria .... get well soon ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: im sitting on the porch and enjoying the wind. i could see the ocean from here and am hoping tomorrow the weather will be better ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-113445957732959942?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/113445957732959942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=113445957732959942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113445957732959942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113445957732959942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-three.html' title='day three'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-113325029367983084</id><published>2005-11-14T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T18:57:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day two ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir3%20078.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir3%20078.0.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir%2013%20Nov%2005%200084.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;i was strooling along the beach by myself when i realized that a bunch of kids were following me around like my entourage .. am i a celebrity? hmmm ... hw come nobody told me that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these kids are wonderful and i ended up spending my time with them ... most of them are quite shy, but always ready for another pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir%2013%20Nov%2005%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir%2013%20Nov%2005%20058.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir%2013%20Nov%2005%200057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir%2013%20Nov%2005%200057.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the tide usually happen during the afternoon and its scary when your house is just 5 meters away from the water ... sign of climate change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind seems never stop to blow ... from dusk till dawn. some of us started to worried ... wat if we cant get back to sorong? its been raining, so i stay at the house and my arms are itchy ... cant stop scratching ..&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir%2014%20Nov%2005%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir%2014%20Nov%2005%20005.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&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;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual in the evening we showed "the burning season" about chico mendes from Brazil who fought for the rubber tapper's right to keep the forest. there was a problem with the speaker tho' so they can only watch the movie without sound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir%2014%20Nov%2005%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-113325029367983084?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/113325029367983084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=113325029367983084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113325029367983084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113325029367983084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-two.html' title='day two ...'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-113221488979592855</id><published>2005-11-13T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T17:40:54.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... a journey to ayau ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we left sorong around 6-ish in the mornin, on CI's boat "&lt;em&gt;Yaswal Tisilol&lt;/em&gt;" or "&lt;em&gt;aku cinta laut&lt;/em&gt;" in Bahasa or "I love the sea". its from the Mayan - Raja Ampat's language. this 10.3 m long and 2.32 m wide boat was assembled in Banyuwangi and i think it costs almost 1 billion rupiahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir%2012%20Nov%2005%20028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir%2012%20Nov%2005%20028.0.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaswal Tisilol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course u’ve 2 know who’s the boss on Yaswal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Dibalal2%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="129" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Dibalal2%20057.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pak yunus, me and adebu&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s a long trip to ayau .... a bumpy and wet ride. The west wind blew so strong that we had to stop in the middle of the sea just 2 let the wind passed us. I had to hold on to “my dear life” so tide so I wouldn’t get thrown away from the boat. Not to mention I was soaking wet from head to toes (f u look @ the boat’s pic u’ll notice that it doesn’t hv windows just some plastic cover). That was not the worse of course ... suddenly i felt the urge to “pee” and our destination was like another 2 hours. Of course when u gotta “go”, u gotta “go” … one way or another ... so my friend and I (yes both of us) asked the captain to stop the boat in the middle of the sea and asked everybody not to look back since my friend and I were doing "our business" @ the far end of the boat. Its emergency and it needs to be done hehehehe … officially we left our marks on the boat (just like what dogs do) … but its an experience in a lifetime… hehehehe (cantstoplaughingmodeon) &lt;em&gt;(some friends still couldnt figure out hw we did it hehehhehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….. the bumpy ride continued …….. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally …. I see smth, is it what I think it is? Yes it’s the land yippeee … its YENKAWIR ... glad to see a land for my shaking wrinkle feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;1. I took some medicine called antimo (motion sickness medicine). It should make me sleep during the trip so I wont get sea sick, but guess what ... it didn’t work. The medicine started to take its toll on me a moment before I did my presentation. My head was heavy, my hands were shaking, my heart was pounding so hard and I felt sleepy…..zzzzz…zzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;2. adebu wasn’t feel alrite, maybe malaria?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir%2012%20Nov%2005%20025.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/320/Yenkawir%2012%20Nov%2005%20025.1.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/1600/Yenkawir%2012%20Nov%2005%200026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2700/1847/200/Yenkawir%2012%20Nov%2005%200026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;About Yenkawir: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. white-sandy-village 100 m wide and less than 1 km long, about 50 families&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. only ONE well for drinking water for the whole village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;only ONE toilet at the far end of the village (they seldom use it tho’) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. house is separated from kitchen and "a small cubicle thingy for you to take shower"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. there are only 2 teachers and 2 classrooms (1st – 3rd grade and 4th – 6th grade). The teachers live in other village (Dorehkar) and they hv to commute with the boat to Yenkawir. During stormy days kids wont hv any classes, and it happens quite often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no medical assistance. If someone get sick they hv to go to Dorehkar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. the people are quite shy, but they love it when we take their pics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-113221488979592855?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/113221488979592855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=113221488979592855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113221488979592855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113221488979592855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2005/11/journey-to-ayau.html' title='... a journey to ayau ......'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-113159384597087844</id><published>2005-11-11T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T09:02:50.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... a new home ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so finally i moved my blog to this new home, but please bare with me .. . my new house will look nicer when i have the time to decorate it ... hmmm .. maybe next year? hehehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-113159384597087844?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/113159384597087844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=113159384597087844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113159384597087844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113159384597087844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-home.html' title='... a new home ...'/><author><name>-ii-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16540970072594667515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18818898.post-113171057537580355</id><published>2005-11-10T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T20:09:53.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... J U I C Y ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;it's one of those juicy nites you know .... im such a bad girl, am i not? a bad friend maybe? but wat can i say ... nice girl [wink wink] can be bad too, rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girl ... my girl ... my girl ...&lt;br /&gt;...... talkin bout my girl ... my girl ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18818898-113171057537580355?l=iirosna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/feeds/113171057537580355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18818898&amp;postID=113171057537580355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113171057537580355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18818898/posts/default/113171057537580355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iirosna.blogspot.com/2005/11/j-u-i-c-y.html' title='... 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