<?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-24169793</id><updated>2011-07-29T07:52:40.426+07:00</updated><category term='Poems'/><category term='Favorite Songs'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Learning Space</title><subtitle type='html'>Belajar adalah sebuah proses yang berlangsung selama kita hidup. Tidak perlu lewat sistem pendidikan formal, tapi kita bisa belajar lewat media apa pun, dari siapa pun, kapan pun dan di mana pun juga.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-8985277482070560106</id><published>2009-04-30T08:16:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:15:09.091+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outsourcing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I've been resisting the idea to hire a driver for the two of us. I thought it's ridiculous, two persons with two domestic staffs. We'll look as if we're spoiled and require a high maintenance. Besides, I don't need to be driven around, except from home to the office. Even that, I can easily hop on to a cab. I use a cab to get around anyway, or in a lucky day, have a friend give me a lift. Starting this week, however, we have a driver, just like that, without a plan, just because that person needs a job. Really, I don't mind helping people who need a job. It's a tough time for everyone, and finding a decent job is a luxury. But it means he lets go one last thing the least he could do for me, which is to drive me to the office. It's not so much about the driving, but during that journey, that's the only time when we can talk, try to relate and connect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;He's still hooked with his online game, and I've given up complaining about the negligence, as it's a loss battle for me. He said it was just another phase, but it's been more than six months! Hence, the only time to get his undivided attention is in the morning, when he drives me to the office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'd like to try mending the fences, but the effort should go both ways. I haven't seen him spending a significant effort, though. And now, I'm sitting down in the back of the car by myself, wondering what I'm doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The role is now officially outsourced to a third party, and I'm not sure what's left now...&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/24169793-8985277482070560106?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/8985277482070560106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=8985277482070560106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/8985277482070560106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/8985277482070560106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2009/04/outsourcing.html' title='Outsourcing'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-2596116445547260795</id><published>2009-01-14T19:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:32:07.177+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Lama banget nggak nulis. Penyebabnya klasik: mati gaya. Giliran ada ide, males nulis secara manual alias pake tangan (padahal di tas selalu ada notebook yang tujuannya ya itu, buat nulis). Bener-bener udah terpasung pada teknologi komputer. Padahal jaman komputer belum ada, nulis juga manual. Jadi inget ulangan Sosiologi Antropologi,  Tata Negara dan Sejarah yang makan kertas berlembar-lembar. Belum lagi kalo test atau ujian semester di jurusan Sosiologi, yang maksimal panjangnya tiga halaman. Istilah jaman sekarang, mengarang bebas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Bulan Januari udah nyampe pertengahan, tahun 2009 udah jalan dua minggu. Cepet banget waktu berjalan! Baru dua minggu pun, udah banyak kejadian. Pertempuran Israel vs Hamas yang memasuki minggu ke tiga, dan menimbulkan serangkaian gelombang protes di berbagai penjuru dunia, termasuk Indonesia, yang berpotensi menimbulkan kekusutan sosial karena banyak mengusung simbol-simbol agama. Hare geneeee... Belum lagi hujan deras di berbagai belahan bumi nusantara, yang menyebabkan banjir di berbagai daerah dan menimbulkan kemacetan yang makin parah di ibukota. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ngomong-ngomong soal macet, setelah Pemda DKI memberlakukan jam masuk sekolah lebih pagi, sekarang giliran para pekerja swasta yang akan diatur berdasarkan daerah. Jadi tiap daerah jam masuk dan pulangnya beda-beda. Tentu aja hal ini menimbulkan protes di kalangan bisnis dan usaha. Ya iya lah, mikir nggak sih konsekuensinya? Lagian, seneng amat ngatur-ngatur hidup orang, sementara kemacetan di Jakarta itu disebabkan volume kendaraan yang sudah tidak bisa diakomodir oleh jalanan yang ada. Kenapa kendaraan makin banyak? Satu, tidak tersedia sarana transportasi umum yang memadai, nyaman, aman dan cepat. Kedua, pengaturan ijin kendaraan umum yang sarat dengan pungli membuat jumlah kendaraan umum tidak sesuai dengan kebutuhan. Ketiga, kondisi jalan yang rusak meskipun sudah diperbaiki berulang kali dan hanya bertahan selama beberapa hari, alias tambal sulam doang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Jadi..., apa dong yang baru di tahun 2009? Hmmh..., rasanya nggak ada deh, kecuali situasi politik yang makin simpang-siur menjelang pemilu. Banyak tokoh politik yang carmuk alias cari muka, tiba-tiba jadi perhatian dengan nasib rakyat miskin. Tiba-tiba pemerintah mendengarkan aspirasi rakyat, tiba-tiba anggota DPR merasa perlu membela kepentingan rakyat. Sementara rakyat?? Tetap aja susah cari tabung gas dengan harga yang sudah dipatok Pertamina, susah cari Premium yang katanya sudah turun harganya, susah cari kerja karena imbas krisis ekonomi global... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih diperlukan banyak ketabahan, kesabaran dan kekuatan menghadapi kekacauan di sekitar kita. Supaya nggak makin stress, lebih baik mencoba untuk mengalir, bukan untuk terbawa arus, tapi mengawasi ke mana arus bergerak sambil mempersiapkan langkah yang perlu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy belated new year... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-2596116445547260795?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/2596116445547260795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=2596116445547260795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/2596116445547260795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/2596116445547260795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-7124214199870935383</id><published>2008-09-26T11:54:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:14:44.517+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Month and Tolerance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We're approaching the end of the Holy month. Everyone is counting the days to the Idul Fitri. People have started travelling back to their hometown or flocking the shopping malls and markets to buy gifts and food stuffs to be distributed to their families, relatives, friends and staffs. Mothers have started arranging menus for the Idul Fitri feasts, and family members clean up the house for the big day. Donation and zakat have also been organised and distributed to the neediest people. It's all about sharing and caring time, spreading forgiveness and peace to the human kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This time of the year always fascinates me, in particular the spirit of sharing and caring. Being a food lover, this month also provides me with plenty opportunities to sample foods that are only available during Ramadhan. But since I'm trying hard to lose weight, I don't gobble much this year. But the spirit is with me as I'm getting ready for the big day as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sadly, there are people within the society who don't really understand the concept and the spirit of Ramadhan. Instead, they force other people to follow their standards and inflict violence if other people don't comply. I've heard and watched on the tv a series of raids to street food hawkers. Well, guys..., not everyone is fasting, so they need to have lunch. Second, selling food on the streets is their livelihood, so I guess they don't have many choices but to continue doing their business in order to survive. If you close their businesses, will you provide financial support for a month to them so they are not hungry and the children can continue going to school?? Third, fasting is not only about not eating and drinking, but to exercise your kindness, sympathy and self-control. If you've decided to genuinely observe the fasting month, you're not supposed to be tempted by street food or other things that are forbidden. If other people don't share similar values or can't do that, it's their problem, not yours. If I may ask, who are you to destroy and throw away other people's livelihood? Who are you to judge other people as infidels? Just mind your own business, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tolerance should be mutual, not being imposed by a majority over a minority group. It's not about size of a group, not about who hold the truth and the ultimate knowledge over something, or who have power to impose particular values. Human are unique, and different individuals have their own traits, identity, values and beliefs. Even twins also have their individual uniqueness. Differences should be celebrated, not suppressed and demonised. That's why life is so interesting, because there are different colour spectrums in the horizon, different flowers, plants, and animals, and different seasons in a year. Just imagine if there's only red or green in our life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tolerance is about respect to the differences and find a way to live together in harmony. If you're different from me, it doesn't mean you're more superior or inferior than me. You're just a different individual, but I can learn new things from you. I might have something that I can offer to you to enrich your life, and you might have something that I can take on to avoid repeating similar mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have my idiosyncracies, and I'm sure so does everyone; but it shouldn't be an excuse to force particular values and ideas, or even inflict violence to each other. There's nothing in this world that can be used as an excuse to inflict violence to human, and I call everyone with enough brain cells and sensible manner should fight against any forms of bigotry, discrimination, and prejudice. May the force be with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Selamat hari raya Idul Fitri, mohon maaf lahir dan batin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-7124214199870935383?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/7124214199870935383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=7124214199870935383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/7124214199870935383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/7124214199870935383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/09/holy-month-and-tolerance.html' title='Holy Month and Tolerance'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-7018247359517653808</id><published>2008-06-16T15:34:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:44:05.318+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All about Business After All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;In my work, I often feel like a dog chasing my own tail, or a hamster running in that ferris wheel - always go in a circle, facing the same old walls, and never learn any lessons. It's like having deja vu - been there, done that, but nothing's changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Working in the development sector has always been my passion, and that's the reason why I've been in this business for thirteen years now. I have the opportunity to work with different people and various institutions, from the grassroots level up to the bilateral donor. So, I can now say that I have good knowledge on what happens in the grassroots level - issues and challenges they face, opportunities that can be utilised, and all the not so innocent things they are capable of. Not that they are totally manipulative or completely helpless and innocent, but as everywhere, every story has two sides, and I've had the privilege to see them both. I also had a taste of working in a UN agency and got a confirmation this global institution is just a toothless, gigantic bureaucracy, but..., whether we like it or not, for better or worse, the world still needs it to avoid domination of few developed countries who think that they have any rights to act as the global police or security. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And now, working with a bilateral donor, who is blunt enough to put its national interest as focus of its development assistance. It's uncommon and quite shocking, but at least they put it upfront and not pretend to fight for world peace. It's another experience, dealing with bureaucracy. There are rules and tools, compliance issues, and critical importance of having things documented, not for the purpose of keeping and maintaining records and good documentation, but more to cover your own back. This is the first and the key lesson I've learned. Another key issue is value for money - meaning you should get the best value of goods and services procured. The best value isn't necessarily the cheapest, but there are also other considerations to make. This principle is related to accountability to the tax payer, and we're all required to be accountable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;That's fine, I can do that and live with that. But over years, the principles and values I've (and some of my colleagues have) embraced with all my heart and my soul, are not equally understood and shared by others. National interest means put the country economic growth and interest of the business upfront. As this principle becomes extremely important, it overlooks the developmental component, which should also be in the forefront of the development assistance. Why should we hire someone, who happens to be the spouse or close relative of someone but doesn't have the required skills and expertise, whose monthly fee equals to a modest house in the outskirt of Jakarta, than hire someone unknown but with solid knowledge and expertise, and more importantly, speak the language and understand the operating environment we're working in?? What happen with the procurement guideline that we have to comply with whenever we're going to procure goods and services? Who's doing the KKN practice here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The amusement, exasperation and frustration do not stop there. When I read a research paper, an article or a book that doesn't look directly related to the work I do, some people will ask why I'm doing that and what for. When I take the extra miles to understand the technical issues so as to enable me giving meaningful feedback to my adviser, some people will say, do not micro-manage and focus to the higher and more strategic issues. We are required to comply with all rules and tools, and should be able to report on the outcomes of what we've been implementing. On the other hand, I'm not allowed to say I don't know, even when I really don't know what happen with the works that are just dumped into my desk because no one bother to provide a brief to me. I have to assist and mentor my team member, but no one seems to have time to listen to my question, not to mention help me going through the issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And what happen when an adviser doesn't perform? Nothing, because there is no performance assessment carried out. We have a bunch of advisers to do the thinking for us with exorbitant fees, but at the end, we still get mediocre products and sometimes even bad products so we have to clean up the mess and rectify the problems. What happen with a project that has been going on for years but without significant achievements? Nothing, the project gets extended because it's critically important for that particular region so it needs to be given more time. Development takes time and this is a flexible approach, so we also need to be flexible with the timing and of course, the outcomes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When no significant achievements can be seen, we say it's a continuing work that requires time and process. When a new and 'hip' activity is on board, complete with all the buzz words, the old ones are considered outdated and an 'island of excellence'. When an activity was created after a high level political talk between head of states, at a later stage it was reviewed and was given an unsatisfactory rating due to non-compliance to sets of rules and guidelines. When we give low rating to consultants' or contractor's performance, someone higher than us will revise the rating to an acceptable rating. When we are critical to our own activities, someone up there will tone down the self-evaluation to make it look less problematic but "still open for improvement". Oh my!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The list can go on and on and on. At the end, it feels like fighting a losing battle and we just have to stop fighting at some point if we don't want to lose energy and sanity. We just have to remember that this is other people's money, and we've done whatever we have and are asked to do. So when you feel like going in circle, just remember, it's not your money. After all, it's all about business, just like any other business. So, forget about the poverty alleviation mambo jambo and do whatever you're told to do. Just make sure you have everything in record, just in case the audit comes one day and put you on the spotlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-7018247359517653808?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/7018247359517653808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=7018247359517653808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/7018247359517653808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/7018247359517653808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-all-about-business-after-all.html' title='It&apos;s All about Business After All'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-6351345778152292285</id><published>2008-06-12T12:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:35:05.945+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kebodohan Kronis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Minggu lalu gue bersungut-sungut sepanjang minggu tiap kali harus keluar masuk gedung lewat belakang. Pasalnya pihak manajemen gedung, secara sepihak dan tentunya tanpa penjelasan, memberlakukan 'rute' baru bagi para karyawan yang bekerja di gedung itu untuk keluar masuk melalui basement dan pintu belakang gedung. Sekitar delapan orang satpam ditempatkan di pintu belakang untuk mengatur lalu-lintas orang yang lalu-lalang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Jadi, orang-orang yang keluar dari lift lantai 16-29, kalau mau ke Plaza Kebon Sirih, harus lewat jalan yang melewati toilet lantai dasar dan Panorama travel; sementara yang keluar dari lift lantai 2-16 harus lewat jalan yang sama, nggak bisa lewat depan Brew&amp;amp;Co, karena jalan itu hanya untuk lalu-lintas masuk ke gedung utama dari arah mesjid. Yang menggelikan, dari arah pintu masuk utama mau ke Brew&amp;amp;Co harus melewati rute yang sama, keluar dulu, baru masuk lagi ke dalam. Jadi nggak boleh memotong dari depan Panorama langsung ke Brew&amp;amp;Co! Yang lebih menggelikan lagi, satpamnya akan 'ngejar orang-orang yang nggak mematuhi rute tersebut!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Reaksi pertama gue, KURANG KERJAAN dan SINTING!! Dari pada ngatur yang nggak penting, kenapa juga nggak menjaga keamanan yang bener aja?? Tentu aja mereka semua nggak ada yang luput dari tatapan membunuh gue (&lt;em&gt;if looks can kill&lt;/em&gt;...). Tapi..., belum tentu mereka semua ngerti kalo tatapan gue itu niatnya untuk membunuh. Jadi, gue bodoh juga, hahahahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Usut punya usut, ternyata manager dari investor utama Adam Air, berkantor di lantai 9, dan pihak keamanan gedung kecolongan karena para mantan karyawan Adam Air naik ke lantai 9 dan berdemo di sana, hahahahahahahaha... Tapi ya gitu jadinya, karena kebodohan dan ketidakmampuan pihak pengelola gedung untuk mencari solusi yang tepat, jadinya ya cari jalan pintas yang gampang dan tentu nggak berdasarkan logika. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dari awal gue udah menduga, kebodohan ini nggak akan bertahan lama, dan tentu benar adanya. Sejak minggu ini penjagaan mulai berkurang, yang artinya satpam yang jaga di tempat itu tinggal empat orang. Mereka juga udah nggak 'ngerese'in dan ngejar orang-orang yang lewat. Jadi, kesempatan lah gue 'melanggar' aturan yang nggak masuk akal itu!&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/24169793-6351345778152292285?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/6351345778152292285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=6351345778152292285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/6351345778152292285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/6351345778152292285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/06/kebodohan-kronis.html' title='Kebodohan Kronis'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-5910097055648388775</id><published>2008-06-07T10:15:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:30:27.222+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's only so much love I can give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so much time I dedicate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so much things I can do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so much I can share myself with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so much I can sacrifice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but at the end..., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's up to you to make choice about your life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;up to you to decide, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whether you want to be happy or miserable, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;up to you to make the most of your life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and be someone who is capable of loving himself&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/24169793-5910097055648388775?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/5910097055648388775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=5910097055648388775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/5910097055648388775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/5910097055648388775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/06/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-6336939670551975796</id><published>2008-05-11T07:50:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:07:31.077+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Wisata Kuliner Solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sebagai orang yang lahir, besar dan berdomisili di Jakarta, udah jelas gue nggak pernah mengenal konsep kampung halaman. Jadi pelajaran jaman SD dulu yang selalu mengaitkan liburan dengan berlibur ke rumah nenek, atau tradisi pulang kampung waktu lebaran atau hari raya, nggak pernah relevan buat gue. Paling kesempatan untuk mengecap pengalaman pulang kampung terjadi waktu gue sekolah di Melbourne 11 tahun yang lalu. Tapi susah juga untuk mengatakan pulang ke Jakarta pulang kampung, karena Jakarta adalah kota metropolitan, yang jauh lebih rame dan meriah ketimbang Canberra, ibukota Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" &gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;..., perjalanan ke Solo, entah kenapa, kok rasanya seperti pulang kampung buat gue. Mungkin karena mengingatkan gue pada liburan masa kecil dengan keluarga. Hampir setiap liburan sekolah, bokap-nyokap gue ngajak gue dan adik gue untuk liburan ke Solo, dan tentunya berwisata kuliner. Belum lagi liburan dengan keluarga besar bokap gue, yang juga diisi dengan kegiatan wisata kuliner. Masih terngiang di ingatan gue, betapa sedapnya bakso di pasar Triwindu dan juga juice durennya yang manis dan legit; nikmatnya soto ayam panas Nggading, lapis Surabaya dari toko Mandarijn yang maknyus, dan timlo Sastro yang tiada duanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena waktu yang terbatas, perjalanan ke Solo hanya dilakukan setengah hari. Berangkat pagi dari Jogja, dan kembali malam harinya. Gue tiba di Solo sekitar jam 11, menjelang sholat Jumat. Rencananya mau liat museum batik Danarhadi di Jl Slamet Riyadi, tapi apa daya, kalau Jumat tutup jam 11:30, jadi gue cuma sempat foto-foto di depannya dan liat-liat ke toko batiknya, yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" &gt;price tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;-nya bikin gue hampir tersedak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagal mengintip museum batik, gue jalan ke pasar Klewer, tempat tujuan wisata utama. Tapi ternyata banyak toko-toko yang tutup juga karena Jumatan. Akhirnya diputuskan untuk makan siang dulu, dan gue kembali ke Kartosuro untuk makan siang di tempat pak Slamet, yang konon bebek gorengnya legendaris. Dan ternyata nggak salah!! Bebeknya lembut banget, gurih dan nggak amis. Dagingnya hampir meleleh waktu dikunyah. Sambalnya sambal bawang dilengkapi lalapan, jadi buat yang nggak suka sambal terasi, sambal ini bisa diterima. Meskipun sambalnya super pedes (bayangin, gue aja yang udah imun sama pedesnya cabe bisa bilang pedes), tapi mantab buanget!Gue jadi tau rasanya mengalami big O setelah merasakan bebek goreng pak Slamet, hahahahahahaha..., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" &gt;just kiddin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;! Karena siang itu panas banget, gue pilih es gula asem sebagai minuman pelengkap makan siang. Rasanya seger banget, dan bisa menetralisir minyak yang nempel di bebek goreng (pastinya digoreng pake minyak jelantah lah!). Seporsi nasi bebek goreng dan es gula asem harganya Rp14,500!! Hmmm..., langsung punya ide untuk bikin franchise bebek goreng pak Slamet di Jakarta dong!! hehehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan perut kenyang dan perasaan bahagia, gue melanjutkan perjalanan ke pasar Klewer, dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" &gt;went crazy there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;. Gimana nggak mau panik dan bingung, satu pasar isinya bakul batik semua! Udah gitu, mana gue ngerti soal batik?? Jadi nyesel banget, nggak serius belajar waktu sekolah dulu. Gue sempet ngerjain tugas sekolah tentang batik, motif-motifnya beserta artinya. Eyang dan tante gue itu juragan batik, lha gue kok bisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" &gt;clueless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;" &gt; banget?? Tapi yang namanya belanja ya jalan terus. Mengandalkan kenekadan, bahasa Jawa sepotong, dan senyum hangat dan ramah (hahahaha..., basi banget!!), gue keluar-masuk lorong-lorong di pasar Klewer. Mmm.., nggak sempat seluruh pasar gue jelajahi sih, tapi lumayan lah, dapet dua toko yang kualitas barangnya bagus dan sesuai dengan selera gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah puas 'ngeborong kain batik, gue mampir ke toko Akar Sari di jalan Coyudan, yang menjual jamu dan aneka rempah-rempah dan akar-akaran untuk jamu maupun bumbu dapur. Buat yang penasaran dengan bentuk tongkat ali, nah..., bisa dicek tuh seperti apa barangnya di Akar Sari. Jamu yang dijual pun beragam, mulai dari yang generik seperti beras kencur dan kunyit asem, sampe ratus V dan sepet wangi (masih berhubungan dengan kawasan V juga). Toko ini juga salah satu kenangan masa kecil, nyokap gue suka beli sirup beras kencur dan sirup gula asemnya. Gue udah tergoda banget untuk beli dua botol sirup gula asem (nggak ada di Jakarta tuh!), tapi mengingat bawanya sulit, terpaksa niat diurungkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari Akar Sari, gue berburu timlo pak Sastro, yang menurut orang ada di dekat keraton dan pasar Gede. Setelah muter-muter di daerah keraton Surakarta dan Mangkunegaran nggak ketemu juga, gue muter ke daerah pasar Gede, dan ternyata sudah tutup, saudara-saudara! Hahh..., kecewa banget deh! Mana di jalan gue sempet ketakutan, karena tiba-tiba hujan deras banget disertai angin kencang, dan nggak lama terdengar bunyi krotok-krotok di atap mobil, seperti kejatuhan batu kerikil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" &gt;Guess what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;, hujan es!!! Waaaaaaaakk... Cukup lama juga lho, dan gue takut es-nya makin gede-gede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagal bernostalgia dengan timlo Sastro, akhirnya gue mampir ke Keprabon untuk mencicipi nasi liwet Wongso Lemu yang konon nggak boleh dilewatkan. Ada beberapa warung lesehan nasi liwet yang memasang merek Wongso Lemu, dan gue sempet bingung karena nggak tau mana yang asli. Akhirnya gue berhenti di warung yang ada di sebelah kiri jalan, yang warungnya ada foto-foto artisnya (nggak penting banget kan?! hehehehehe...). Gue pesen nasi liwet komplit yang isinya nasi liwet biasa plus sepotong ayam dan ampla. Sebetulnya pesen nasi liwet aja udah cukup, karena udah ada daging ayam yang disuwir-suwir. Tapi dasar kemaruk, minta yang komplit lah gue ditambah krupuk karak (krupuk gendar), kekekekek... Sayang ayam dan amplanya alot, jadi agak mengurangi kenikmatan makan. Habis hujan deras gitu paling enak menikmati wedang ronde, minuman yang terbuat dari jahe dibakar lalu direbus, ditambah gula dan isinya bola-bola dari tepung beras berisi kacang tanah (seperti moci) dan kacang tanah. Buat non Jawa, rasa wedang jahenya mungkin terlalu manis, tapi buat gue sih oke aja. Rasa jahenya juga terasa, sehingga bener-bener nikmat dan hangat. Bola-bola kacangnya juga legit dan kenyal, sementara kacang tanahnya tetap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" &gt;crunchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;, nggak jadi lembek meskipun sudah kena air. Lumayan lah, bisa mengobati rasa kecewa karena nggak bisa mencicipi timlo Sastro. Harganya cukup mahal menurut ukuran Solo, tapi tetap aja jauuuuhh... banget dibandingkan Jakarta. Nasi liwet komplit, krupuk karak dan wedang ronde hanya Rp22,500 saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun hanya setengah hari, rasanya puas banget. Yang pasti, gue pengen balik lagi ke Solo, selain ke pasar Klewer lagi tentunya, ada dendam yang belum terbalaskan, yaitu timlo Sastro dan soto Nggading!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24169793-6336939670551975796?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/6336939670551975796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=6336939670551975796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/6336939670551975796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/6336939670551975796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/05/wisata-kuliner-solo.html' title='Wisata Kuliner Solo'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-3622353402430531686</id><published>2008-04-20T20:43:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:36:01.542+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Celebrating Kartini's Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Every 21 April, most Indonesians celebrate Kartini’s day in many different ways. At schools, it is celebrated by a flag hoisting ceremony followed by competitions focusing on females’ ability to perform domestic tasks, such as cooking and flower arrangement contests. Some women organizations also celebrate the day with similar contests, including fashion shows, parading women in traditional outfits from different parts of Indonesia. In some offices, such as banks, female employees are encouraged to wear traditional outfits (kebaya). A picture on the front page of Sunday’s Kompas showed that women exercised in kebaya to celebrate the life of an extraordinary woman who not only advocated the importance of education for Indonesians, but whose thoughts also had inspired the youth movement in 1908. Indonesians know who Kartini was, but let’s have a quick look why her life is given a significant meaning in Indonesian history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Kartini was an avid reader and passionate writer. She continued to educate herself after dropping out from school by painting, reading newspapers and books. Due to her fluency in Dutch, she acquired a number of pen friends from the Netherlands, including Rosa Abendanon and Stella Zeehandelaar. She went to school until she was 12 years old, and during her schooling, she performed quite well in school. When she was 12 years old, as a part of the Javanese tradition among noble families, she did not continue her education and stayed at home until her hands were asked for marriage by the Regency Chief of Rembang, Raden Adipati Joyodiningrat. The marriage was of course arranged by her parents, and she complied with that decision to appease her ailing father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Most of her letters expressed her disagreement in particular towards cultural practice in the Javanese society, which was considered as inhibiting women to participate in public domain. She also expressed her strong desire to see the world and contributed to the betterment of life, particularly among the ordinary people. At some point, her perception towards Javanese culture changed. She became more appreciative and tolerant, as her marriage granted her with a ‘blessing in disguise’. Her husband fully supported her idea to open a school for women. Support from her father and husband enabled her to achieve her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Kartini is considered as the pioneer of women emancipation in Indonesia. She, however, was more than a feminist figure. She was also a humanist whose love for fellow human beings and life had kept her spirit alive despite of the tradition that restrained her from achieving her goals and dreams. Her letters also expressed her thinking about inequality, not only gender related issues, but also between different races and socio-economic status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Many people, however, forget that she was also an ordinary person, whose life, goals and dreams are shaped, influenced and determined by the social context and tradition during that period. She was strongly influenced by the European thinking through her passion in reading and her correspondence with her Dutch pen friends. Nevertheless, Kartini did not take Western ideas completely. She questioned, contested, challenged and came up with her own thoughts. Kartini even challenged her ustadzah when she asked her to read the Quran in Arabic. In one of her letters to Stella, Kartini questioned the obligation to read the Quran in Arabic, which she thought absurd given that no one understood the meaning of the Arabic words. She told Stella that it was almost impossible for her to love her religion (Islam) and practice it if she did not understand any words written in the Holy Quran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;She brought up this subject to Kyai Sholeh Darat, a prominent Islamic figure during that period, and her question inspired the Kyai to translate the Holy Quran into Javanese and gave the translated edition to Kartini as her wedding present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;In May 1964, Sukarno declared Kartini as a national heroine and decided that her birth date, 21 April, was a national day. This decision triggered a debate between people who were against and supported her. It was proposed that Kartini's Day should be celebrated in conjunction with the Indonesian Mothers Day, on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/December_22 December 22" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/December_22"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;22 December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;, so that the choice of Kartini as a national heroine would not overshadow other women who, unlike Kartini, took up arms to oppose the colonial power. In contrast, those who recognised the significance of Kartini argued that not only was she a feminist who advocated the status of women in Indonesia, she was also a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nationalism Nationalism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nationalism"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;nationalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; figure, with new ideas that later inspired the youth movement and struggle for independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;There is nothing wrong with celebrating Kartini’s day by wearing kebaya and with cooking contests, as it is legitimate to have fun once a year (perhaps change cause probably you don’t mean to say people can have fun just once a year, but on more occasions) . However, by doing that we are actually undervaluing Kartini’s legacy. She did not only advocate the importance of education for women, but for all. She was not only concerned with women’s life, but also ordinary people’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;In the Sunday Post, PT Kereta Api announced its plan to provide special treatment to the female passengers and employees to commemorate Kartini’s Day on Monday. This is something that should be appreciated, but why only one day? Millions of women travel in public transportation every day, get harassed by another passengers, and nothing can be done about that. If PT Kereta Api is really serious in celebrating the day, they should release a new policy that provides a number of special carriages for women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;It is nice to see female staff at the banks wearing kebaya, as they look beautiful in the traditional outfits, but more can be done than just looking beautiful. The bank’s executives could implement Kartini’s legacy by introducing a micro-credit scheme that is female friendly, particularly for small and medium enterprises. Grameen bank has been quite successful in empowering poor women in Bangladesh, and the micro-credit scheme has reached million poor families. There is hardly bad debt cases found in this bank, compared to the BLBI creditors in Indonesia, who still enjoy extravagant life style despite causing the country’s huge amount of loss and deficit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;In the meanwhile, there are hundred thousands of women migrant workers around the world desperately needing better protection from the government of Indonesia. There are many unresolved cases of physical and mental abuse to our migrant workers, and our consulate and embassies do not seem to be able to provide strong support and protection to them. There has been no firm action taken against the companies who send those workers abroad, which only reflects lack of willingness and action from the government’s side to protect our migrant workers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pahlawan devisa&lt;/span&gt; is only an empty jargon, in which often those women come home without a single cent in their pockets. Some are even sent home dead, leaving the families confused and distressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;There is nothing wrong with celebrating Kartini’s Day with fun and festivities, but it is also time to take more meaningful actions to implement her legacy. Yes, women have achieved a lot compared to Kartini and her sisters, but we also have a long way to go with gender equity, human rights and poverty alleviation issues.&lt;br /&gt;Even though she had to stop her education at 12, Kartini still received tremendous support from her father and her husband to pursue her goals and dreams. To expose her with the outside world, her father took her to Batavia on business trips, and her husband fully backed her up when she started a school for women.  These are good examples to show that Celebrating Kartini’s Day is not only women’s obligations, but also those for men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Happy Kartini’s Day.&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/24169793-3622353402430531686?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/3622353402430531686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=3622353402430531686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/3622353402430531686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/3622353402430531686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/04/celebrating-kartinis-legacy.html' title='Celebrating Kartini&apos;s Legacy'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-8351245094902510664</id><published>2008-04-03T20:15:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:05.729+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>NKRI harga mati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_TZpHrYqYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JehVue7kyUY/s1600-h/Danau+Tondano-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_TZpHrYqYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JehVue7kyUY/s200/Danau+Tondano-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185008371469166978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baru-baru ini gue ke Sulawesi Utara untuk monitoring program. Tentunya capek, tapi juga seneng karena bisa jalan-jalan dibayarin kantor, dan makan enak tentunya! Di setiap sekolah yang kita kunjungi, hampir dipastikan kita dijamu oleh panitia pembangunan sekolah. Di salah satu sekolah yang kita kunjungi, kita dijamu makan siang dengan segala macam masakan ikan dan ayam, dan semuanya enak! Belum lagi waktu ke sekolah yang lokasinya dekat dengan danau Tondano, kita dijamu makan siang di rumah makan yang letaknya tepat di pinggir danau oleh Dinas Pendidikan Propinsi Sulawesi Utara. Segala macam masakan ikan keluar, mulai dari ikan kuah asam, ikan goreng, ikan bakar, sampe ikan woku. Apa boleh buat, terpaksa harus dicoba semua 'kan? Kalau enggak, tuan rumah bisa tersinggung berat, hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain itu, sepanjang perjalanan mata dimanjakan oleh pemandangan alam yang indah. Hamparan sawah hijau, barisan pohon kelapa yang berbaris menghiasi deretan pegunungan, serta langit biru dan udara yang bersih membuat perjalanan yang memakan waktu berjam-jam nggak terasa membosankan. Bahkan saat turun hujan dan kabut, pemandangan alamnya masih memukau, bahkan menimbulkan kesan mistis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gue selalu menikmati perjalanan, entah untuk monitoring atau lokakarya. Seneng ketemu dengan banyak orang,  terutama masyarakat yang menerima bantuan sekolah. Segala kebosanan dan kedongkolan pada orang-orang di kantor jadi terbayar, dan yang lebih penting lagi, bisa dapet masukan langsung tentang program yang kita jalankan. Tentu aja nggak semua info ditelan mentah-mentah, karena selalu aja ada yang pihak yang berusaha mengambil keuntungan. Kadang nggak mudah dan bikin sedih, karena gue jadi berpikir, apakah memang nggak ada lagi kebaikan dan ketulusan dalam diri orang-orang yang gue temui? Kenapa kita harus selalu berpikir negatif tentang orang lain, bahkan yang tidak kita kenal sekali pun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selain itu, ada perasaan nelangsa mendengarkan curhat orang-orang yang tinggal di pulau-pulau terpencil dan di daerah perbatasan. Mereka itu keliatannya bener-bener terlupakan - jauh di mata jauh di hati pula. Tapi dari apa yang mereka kemukakan, komitmen terhadap NKRI masih sangat tinggi. Salah satu kepala sekolah yang hadir dalam lokakarya mengatakan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Banyak orang-orang dari Filipina yang datang ke pulau tempat saya tinggal. Saya malu kalau mereka melihat sekolah-sekolah kita keadaannya buruk. Kalau tidak dijaga, kita akan kehilangan pulau-pulau di perbatasan. Bagi saya, NKRI harga mati, maka kita harus menjaga dan memperbaiki sekolah-sekolah dan mutu pendidikan kita!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue terpana sekaligus kagum banget dengan ungkapan itu. Betapa orang-orang yang justru berada sangat jauh dari pusat kekuasaan dan pembangunan, masih memiliki semangat kebangsaan yang tinggi. Sementara rasanya konsep kebangsaan buat gue makin kabur. Apa sih esensi menjadi Indonesia? Apakah sekedar bangga memakai produk-produk buatan Indonesia? Apakah perlu dengan mengangkat senjata? Apakah perlu dengan merasa tersinggung ketika ada bangsa lain yang mengklaim kebudayaan kita, sementara kita nggak pernah berbuat apa-apa untuk melestarikan budaya tersebut? Apakah perlu dengan mendirikan partai politik atau menjadi pejabat negara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi nggak perlu melakukan hal yang besar atau berlebihan juga untuk menunjukkan ke-Indonesia-an kita. Gue orang yang percaya, hal-hal kecil juga punya makna yang besar, ketimbang melakukan hal-hal yang besar tanpa ada cinta dan dedikasi di dalamnya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Small things count&lt;/span&gt;. Nggak perlu muluk, karena mereka-mereka yang punya harta dan kuasa belum tentu punya pendapat yang sama, NKRI harga mati. Mungkin buat mereka, harta dan kuasa harga mati, sehingga apapun akan dilakukan untuk mempertahankan harta dan kuasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nggak, gue juga nggak mengklaim diri sebagai orang yang paling benar dan paling nasionalis kok. Apapun namanya, apapun labelnya, apapun yang dinilai orang - mau jadi Indonesia kek, mau jadi apa kek, yang penting buat gue mencoba untuk menjadi manusia yang lebih baik. Mungkin gue nggak bisa memperbaiki mutu pendidikan di Indonesia (siapa lu? ;p), tapi gue akan berusaha untuk mengingat komitmen dan dedikasi bapak kepala sekolah itu, ketika gue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ketika gue membuat disain program, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;mengevaluasi program, dan ketika gue membuat rekomendasi program. Itu yang jadi harga mati.&lt;/span&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/24169793-8351245094902510664?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/8351245094902510664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=8351245094902510664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/8351245094902510664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/8351245094902510664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/04/nkri-harga-mati.html' title='NKRI harga mati'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_TZpHrYqYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JehVue7kyUY/s72-c/Danau+Tondano-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-5897593872095343443</id><published>2008-03-18T19:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:37:38.503+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The phrase "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Girl Power&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;," as a term of empowerment, expressed a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cultural_studies" title="Cultural studies"&gt;cultural phenomenon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; of the mid-late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1990s" title="1990s"&gt;1990s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; to the early &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2000" title="2000"&gt;2000s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and is also linked to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third-wave_feminism" title="Third-wave feminism"&gt;third-wave feminism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Siang ini gue makan siang bareng temen-temen cewe, dalam rangka ulang tahun salah satu temen (life begins at forty, hey?!). Nggak ada ujan, nggak ada angin, tau-tau dia bikin announcement kalau dia sedang dalam proses perceraian dengan suaminya, dan udah berjalan selama hampir dua tahun. Spontan gue sama si Ms Piggy tepuk tangan sambil cengar-cengir, sementara yang lain menampakkan wajah prihatin. Oooppss!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Bukan kita ikut seneng, tapi kita menyambut gembira keberaniannya, sementara gue yakin, pasti ada yang sebetulnya agak-agak iri dengan keberanian tante yang satu itu membuat keputusan berani. Tentu aja bukan sebuah keputusan yang mudah dan proses yang sebentar, mengingat dia udah menjalani proses ini selama dua tahun dan sampai hari ini, dua anaknya masih 'disandera' oleh laki-laki yang sebentar lagi menjadi mantan suaminya. Dia cerita gimana suaminya itu mendorong dia di tangga dan mengusir dia ketika dia menjemput anak-anak. Padahal pengadilan sudah memutuskan hak asuh anak ada pada dia. Belum lagi biaya yang harus dikeluarkan untuk membayar pengacara, menyogok petugas pengadilan, aparat kejaksaan, dll, dsb. Bener-bener nggak mudah, tapi pengalaman mengajarkan, kebahagiaan harus diperjuangkan, karena nggak ada yang akan memberikan dengan cuma-cuma. You go, girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Sementara hari ini bukan hari terbaik gue. Selain karena sedang berada dalam siklus PMS, otak gue mempermainkan gue lagi dengan trik-triknya yang sadis dan langsung membuat gue jadi depresi tanpa sebab. Suara-suara itu berdenging di telinga, dan 'hantu-hantu' itu langsung meracuni pikiran gue dengan berbagai dugaan, asumsi dan prasangka buruk. What if he rekindles the old flame, what if he doesn't really love me, what if they think I'm an arrogant and incompetent person, what if I'm not that great as people often say (and they could be pretending)..., and many what ifs. Tapi gue bersikeras, sebagian bukan ilusi, tapi kenyataan. Kenyataan bahwa banyak orang yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;take me for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; (hmmm..., apa ya terjemahan Indonesianya?) dan terus menuntut lebih lagi dari gue (kege'eran nggak sih?). Gue merasa udah memberikan semua yang gue punya, melakukan ekstra usaha lebih dari yang ditargetkan, pro-aktif dan mikirin apa yang harus dilakukan, berinisiatif, berencana dan berpikir jauh ke depan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Seseorang pernah bilang, jangan pernah melakukan sesuatu karena mengharapkan balasan. Setuju deh, tapi apa salah kalo gue berharap ada sedikit pengakuan. Nggak perlu hadiah atau pujian, tapi sedikit aja perhatian saat gue lagi depresi kayak gini &lt;sigh&gt;. &lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Kenapa gue jadi drama queen dan cengeng gini? Well..., once in a while, I think I'm entitled to whine and be a drama queen. Curling up in the sofa, watching a romantic movie and have a good cry, accompanied by a pint of good vanilla ice cream. But tomorrow, I should get up with new spirit, ready to face the world and kick some bad assess. Umm..., not quite, I might just run in the treadmill, as if I run for my life, and lift some weights like lifting my own problems. Have a nice, hot shower, and get ready for a new day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Viva girl power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/24169793-5897593872095343443?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girl_power' title='Girl Power'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/5897593872095343443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=5897593872095343443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/5897593872095343443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/5897593872095343443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/03/girl-power.html' title='Girl Power'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-8560635870573557902</id><published>2008-03-01T10:18:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:39:10.995+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Songs'/><title type='text'>Way Back Into Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Trapped in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I just can't seem to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know that it's out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I could use some direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I need inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;(From Music and Lyrics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;To all my beloved friends who are looking for the signs...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-8560635870573557902?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/8560635870573557902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=8560635870573557902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/8560635870573557902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/8560635870573557902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/03/way-back-into-love.html' title='Way Back Into Love'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-5405694568078082975</id><published>2008-02-22T06:35:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:39:40.162+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When an arrow struck, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;time seems to stop for few seconds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and it feels like you're floating in a dark space... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;you start feeling funny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;brain stop working,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;coldness streaming in your spine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;you can hear voices in your head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and you feel nothing but numbness...&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/24169793-5405694568078082975?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/5405694568078082975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=5405694568078082975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/5405694568078082975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/5405694568078082975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/02/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-702790165527412382</id><published>2008-02-01T14:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:40:07.217+07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One day a friend of mine asked me a million dollar question, "How do you know when you've found your true love?" I was astonished, more because I realise I've never really thought about it; but I started wondering, how do I know? Have I found my true love, even I'm already married by now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But then I quickly realises that he was probably waiting for my response, so I replied, "When nothing in this world matters anymore, it means you've found your true love". Not a really bad answer, I thought, but I wasn't fully satisfied with that. So, my dear friend, I'll elaborate my answer for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When a trace of her smile instantly light up your world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when you humble yourself just to make everything works out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when you feel vulnerable but you embrace the feeling anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when nothing scares you but losing her forever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;then you might have found your true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When nothing in life matters but her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when all your problems have gone away when you're with her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when there's no one in the world you'd like to grow old with but her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when she's the only person you'd like to spend the dusk of your life with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;then you might have found your true love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-702790165527412382?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/702790165527412382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=702790165527412382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/702790165527412382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/702790165527412382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/02/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-2991387460095545871</id><published>2008-01-24T08:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:41:08.268+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Gambarkan aku dengan 1 kata. Ya, hanya 1 kata! Kirim jawabannya padaku, lalu kirim pesan ini ke teman-teman kamu, dan lihat jawaban-jawaban aneh dan mengagumkan tentangmu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;R1: Strong&lt;br /&gt;R2: Smart!&lt;br /&gt;R3: Galak!&lt;br /&gt;R4:Hmm, tough&lt;br /&gt;R5: Humble&lt;br /&gt;R6: Baik&lt;br /&gt;R7: Smart&lt;br /&gt;R 8: Opinionated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-2991387460095545871?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/2991387460095545871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=2991387460095545871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/2991387460095545871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/2991387460095545871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-quiz.html' title='A Little Quiz'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-1322926244547034225</id><published>2008-01-17T11:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:41:36.973+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Soy Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sudah sekitar 2 minggu terakhir ini tahu dan tempe jadi berita utama di pelataran politik nasional karena melambungnya harga kedele impor, yang notabene menjadi bahan baku utama tahu dan tempe. Harga tempe goreng naik 5o persen, dari Rp 500 jadi Rp 750. Yang tragis, seorang pedagang gorengan memilih untuk mengakhiri hidupnya karena tidak mampu lagi menghadapi tekanan hidup akibat naiknya harga tahu dan tempe, dan juga harga bahan-bahan pokok dagangannya seperti minyak tanah dan minyak goreng. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Tahu dan tempe, yang identik dengan makanan rakyat, ternyata tidak semerakyat yang sering diduga orang. Ternyata kedele diimpor dari Amerika Serikat dan beberapa negara lain, seperti Argentina. Gagalnya panen kedele di beberapa negara penghasil utama kedele telah melambungkan harga kedele di pasaran dunia, yang akibatnya tentu dirasakan oleh para pembuat tahu-tempe dan pedagang gorengan. Menurut Menurut Didik Rachbini, ekonom yang juga ketua Dewan Pimpinan Pusat PAN merangkap anggota DPR, sistem produksi kedelai hancur karena kebijakan pemerintah terhadap sistem komoditas ini adalah kebijakan pembiaran, yang tidak memberi stimulasi terhadap petani untuk mendapat insentif keuntungan dalam berproduksi (&lt;em&gt;Kompas, 16 Januari 2008&lt;/em&gt;). Selain itu, tanaman kedelai di Indonesia masih menjadi tanaman sekunder di kalangan petani, nggak se-sexy padi atau komoditi pertanian lainnya. Akibatnya, perlakuan atas kedelai belum maksimal sehingga hasil pertanian kedelai juga belum optimal. Masa penanaman kedelai  masih dilakukan pada musim kemarau. Ditambah dengan perlakuan yang minim selama masa perawatan, maka jumlah kedelai yang dipanen masih tergolong sedikit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Buat konsumen, sekarang ini hampir mustahil untuk mendapatkan tempe dan tahu di pasar. Seminggu ini aja, asisten gue nggak bisa nemuin dua komoditi ini di pasar. Harga daging naik, harga ayam naik, harga telur naik, harga sayur-mayur naik, harga beras naik, harga minyak goreng naik, tempe dan tahu menghilang dari pasaran. Trus..., gimana nasib rakyat negeri ini kalau semua harga pangan naik???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-1322926244547034225?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/1322926244547034225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=1322926244547034225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/1322926244547034225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/1322926244547034225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/01/soy-crisis.html' title='Soy Crisis'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-2314111502677777618</id><published>2008-01-11T15:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:42:09.184+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Songs'/><title type='text'>Bruised but not broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the past year, I've experienced many disappointment and heartbroken. I've never been in such a low point in life before. There was a time when I felt terribly frustrated, felt useless and exploited, nobody understood me and stood by me, and the world was about to end. Of course it turned out that I'm still alive and kicking today, like Joss Stone's song said "bruised but not broken". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My friends said I was amazingly strong, but I don't really agree with that. They just never see me sobbing, crying and wailing, until the pain gripping my chest and I can't breathe. They can't see how my heart bleed inside, even the most potent painkiller can't heal the wound. They don't know that sometimes I wish I never open my eyes again in the morning, so I don't have to deal with disappointment and feel the pain anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's a say "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger". It's overly used, I know, but there's still a grain of salt in it. Well, I would rather say I've actually become immune, not really stronger. When someone stood me up, I just thought, oh well, the person might have something more urgent to do. When people don't appreciate what I've done, I don't want to agonise myself over the situation. Most of the time, though, I try not to think about it. Just forget it and continue living. So when it happens again today, I just give my sweetest smile and say, "That's ok. I really appreciate your help". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I guess I just refuse to be crushed into pieces, to give up my life and feel sorry for myself. I might be bruised, but not broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Been alot that I've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I cried a tear a time or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Baby, you know I cried some over you, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Had my heart kicked to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Love ripped me up and tore me down, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But that ain't enough to break me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cuz I'll rise above it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I'll pick myself up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I'll dust the pain off my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I'll love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And the wounds will mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm bruised but not broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And the pain will fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll get back on my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's not the end of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My heart is still open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm bruised but not broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Been alot of tears stained nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I thought the tears were here for life, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The hurt came on and held on tight, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Took a chance, I took a fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Love broke my heart and shattered all my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But I won't be down on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cuz I'll rise above itAnd I'll pick myself up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I'll shake the rain out of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I'll love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And the wounds will mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm bruised but not broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And the pain will fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll get back on my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's not the end of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My heart is still open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm bruised but not broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gonna pick my heart up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Take my life back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Shake the hurt away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pull myself together, put the pieces back in place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I learned love's so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Love left my soul scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was shattered inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I'll love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And the wounds will mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm bruised but not broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And the pain will fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll get back on my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's not the end of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My heart is still open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm bruised but not broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(&lt;em&gt;Joss Stone, Bruised but Not Broken&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-2314111502677777618?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/2314111502677777618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=2314111502677777618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/2314111502677777618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/2314111502677777618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/01/bruised-but-not-broken.html' title='Bruised but not broken'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-8215284679146197763</id><published>2008-01-10T14:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:05.850+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Hiduplah Denganku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R4smXvf29TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-cUyLS7eGU4/s1600-h/Butterfly+%28cropped%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155256387784602930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R4smXvf29TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-cUyLS7eGU4/s200/Butterfly+%28cropped%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Bilakah waktu menyapa kita&lt;br /&gt;Dalam jejak kerak tanah&lt;br /&gt;Deru debu ranting gemeretak&lt;br /&gt;Sembari dingin merangkul tubuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terik hujan menerpa setia&lt;br /&gt;Kering rumput menghias tanah&lt;br /&gt;Akankah musim berpaling muka&lt;br /&gt;Mengingat cinta berbalas kasih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terbit terang semburat timur&lt;br /&gt;Lembayung jingga Pantai Barat&lt;br /&gt;Dahaga hati melepas rindu&lt;br /&gt;Hiduplah denganku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-8215284679146197763?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/8215284679146197763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=8215284679146197763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/8215284679146197763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/8215284679146197763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/01/hiduplah-denganku.html' title='Hiduplah Denganku'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R4smXvf29TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-cUyLS7eGU4/s72-c/Butterfly+%28cropped%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-3353910448856991402</id><published>2008-01-08T13:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:43:07.146+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kata Mereka, Saya Terlalu Idealis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tadi pagi gue ditanya supervisor karena nggak mengajukan diri untuk M&amp;amp;E training. Gue bilang percuma, karena gue udah bisa ngebayangin jawabannya. Trus gue diomelin, karena bersikap gitu. Lha iya lah, secara proses seleksi staff untuk training nggak pernah ada, dan gue udah berkali-kali ditolak dengan alasan gue udah sering ikut training. Gue jadi patah arang dan udah males lagi untuk berinisiatif mengajukan diri. Biarlah boss-boss itu yang bikin keputusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supervisor gue mau mengusahakan supaya gue bisa ikut, tapi buat gue, bukan itu persoalannya. Yang jadi masalah itu nggak pernah ada transparansi dan penjelasan kenapa si A yang dipilih, bukan si B. Yang patah arang bukan cuma gue aja, tapi yang lain juga. Jadi oportunis banget dong gue kalo sekarang gue mau ikutan training karena supervisor gue mau memperjuangkan. Kasian yang lain, yang sama sekali belum pernah dipilih training dan supervisornya males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue dibilang terlalu teguh memegang prinsip. Apa ada yang salah dengan itu? Gue tau, nggak boleh mudah putus asa, mutungan dan jadi apatis. Gue juga tau, gue yang bertanggung jawab penuh terhadap kemjuan karir, masa depan dan hidup. Tapi nggak berarti itu dilakukan dengan menginjak atau menjungkalkan orang lain kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ada benarnya juga, gue terlalu idealis, sehingga kadang kurang memperhatikan ambisi gue sendiri. Tapi dalam hidup, nggak semuanya melulu mengenai kemajuan karir dan keberhasilan pribadi. Kalau semua orang hanya memikirkan dirinya sendiri, nggak heran bumi makin gersang dan hancur, nggak heran konflik makin meluas hampir di seluruh penjuru dunia, nggak heran orang makin nggak bahagia meskipun kehidupan mereka secara materi semakin baik. Dalam hidup masih ada orang lain di sekitar kita, yang membutuhkan bantuan kita, yang suatu saat juga bisa memberikan bantuan dan dukungan pada kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup bukan melulu soal berapa banyak uang yang masuk di rekening kita setiap bulan, bukan setinggi apa posisi kita di pekerjaan, bukan sebaru apa teknologi mutakhir yang kita miliki. Hidup juga perlu diisi dengan obrolan nggak penting saat makan siang, menikmati secangkir kopi sambil memandang rinai hujan, mencium wangi bunga lily hadiah dari yang terkasih, menghadiahkan pelukan pada teman yang sedang bersedih,  tersenyum pada orang-orang yang sedang memusuhi kita, dan menghitung setiap berkat yang kita terima lewat orang-orang yang berada di sekitar kita.&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/24169793-3353910448856991402?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/3353910448856991402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=3353910448856991402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/3353910448856991402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/3353910448856991402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2008/01/kata-mereka-saya-terlalu-idealis.html' title='Kata Mereka, Saya Terlalu Idealis'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-5448088547044711770</id><published>2007-12-18T13:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:12:33.587+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Holiday Season Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another year will be gone soon, but somehow I feel I haven't really achieved much this year. None of my 2007 resolution is accomplished. Well..., I might be stronger and bolder, but that's more likely due to my anger and bitterness. Yup, I'm stronger but am also still holding grudges towards an unfinished and unresolved issue. I might be bolder, but that's because I want the world to see that no one can hurt and crush me to pieces. Not a very good motive, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apart from that, I'm glad to have a good job that allows me to be independent. I'm thankful for having a place to protect me from the elements. I'm so grateful for having many good friends whom I really cherish. I'm happy my parents are in a reasonably good health and always supportive to me. I'm excited to have a new nephew/niece (don't know the sex yet), and really looking forward to spend some time with him/her. I'm also truly grateful for my companero who practically has been my life support this year. Indeed, this year is a particularly tough year, but I'm just glad to be able to get through it and continue my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;No particular plan for 2008 except for going back to the gym (I definitely have to do this!) and continue living my life with a big smile on my face, understanding and acceptance that there are things beyond my power, and a strong determination to make 2008 a better year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and Happy Holiday! &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/24169793-5448088547044711770?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/5448088547044711770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=5448088547044711770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/5448088547044711770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/5448088547044711770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-holiday-season-again.html' title='It&apos;s Holiday Season Again!'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-6071404396121544265</id><published>2007-12-13T16:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:43:35.063+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Rainy Days and You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;aku ingin hujan datang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;bersama nafas guguran rindu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;kembang kata cinta lewat berapa kemarau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;kemelut di ujung hati, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tawa,&lt;br /&gt;senyum,&lt;br /&gt;gemeretak jemari,&lt;br /&gt;hangat kulitmu&lt;br /&gt;tertata rapi dalam kenang&lt;br /&gt;meggurat rindu,&lt;br /&gt;aku sendiri lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menyimakmu dalam mimpi,&lt;br /&gt;menatapmu pada deras hujan,&lt;br /&gt;melewati deru penyapamu adalah impian masa yang lalu,&lt;br /&gt;melempar dari jauh, selalu menenangkan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;seseorang tiada henti merindu lily&lt;br /&gt;mencintaiku? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;begitu saja tanpa kuminta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hujan turun,&lt;br /&gt;terbuai mimpi terbangun sayang&lt;br /&gt;aku tahu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tadi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;angin hujan datang menyapa&lt;br /&gt;kenapa lily tak tampak nyata&lt;br /&gt;mencintaimu?&lt;br /&gt;begitu saja tanpa kau minta&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/24169793-6071404396121544265?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/6071404396121544265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=6071404396121544265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/6071404396121544265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/6071404396121544265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/12/rainy-days-and-you.html' title='Rainy Days and You'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-5874878522715871615</id><published>2007-12-10T09:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:09:42.803+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Songs'/><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas is You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;There's just one thing I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't care about the presents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I just want you for my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;More than you could ever know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Make my wish come true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is... You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;There's just one thing I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't care about the presents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't need to hang my stocking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;There upon the fireplace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Santa Claus won't make me happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;With a toy on Christmas day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I just want you for my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;More than you could ever know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Make my wish come true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;You baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I won't ask for much this Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I don't even wish for snow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm just gonna keep on waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Underneath the mistletoe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I won't make a list and send it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;To the North Pole for Saint Nick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I won't even stay awake to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hear those magic reindeers click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;'Cause I just want you here tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Holding on to me so tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;What more can I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Baby all I want for Christmas is you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ooh baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;All the lights are shining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;So brightly everywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And the sound of children's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Laughter fills the air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And everyone is singing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I hear those sleigh bells ringing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Santa won't you bring me the one I really need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Won't you please bring my baby to me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;This is all I'm asking for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I just want to see my baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Standing right outside my door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh I just want you for my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;More than you could ever know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Make my wish come true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Baby all I want for Christmas is... You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-5874878522715871615?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/5874878522715871615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=5874878522715871615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/5874878522715871615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/5874878522715871615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html' title='All I Want for Christmas is You'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-30127220076145743</id><published>2007-10-31T16:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:12:25.451+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Katanya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katanya Indonesia negara yang kaya dan makmur, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi mengapa masih banyak penduduknya yang hidup di bawah garis kemiskinan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katanya Indonesia memiliki tanah yang subur, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi mengapa sebagian besar petani tidak lagi mempunyai tanah sendiri? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katanya Indonesia negara beragama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;yang menganut Bhinneka Tunggal Ika,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi mengapa orang-orang yang berbeda dianggap aneh dan menyimpang? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katanya penduduk Indonesia ramah dan berbudaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi mengapa banyak kekerasan terjadi, terutama pada kaum yang lemah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Katanya Indonesia negara yang merdeka,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi mengapa masih tergantung pada negara lain dalam banyak hal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aku ingin Indonesia yang sungguh merdeka, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;membebaskan orang untuk berbeda dan hidup berdamai dengannya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;menghargai kekurangan dan lebih memperhatikan kelebihannya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mendorong serta mendukung yang kuat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi juga menyantuni kaum lemah dan papa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mampu menembus batas, yang tipis sekalipun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sekaligus mengakui adanya rambu-rambu universal yang perlu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aku ingin warganya bisa mandiri, toleran dan berpikir bebas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;menembus batas-batas yang tak perlu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yang diciptakan oleh sekelompok orang yang tidak mau bangsa ini maju &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aku ingin penduduk Indonesia hidup berkecukupan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;tanpa perlu mengais-ngais sampah hanya untuk sesuap nasi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;membunuh sahabatnya hanya untuk selembar uang seribu rupiah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aku ingin tiap warganya bisa berdiri tegak dengan kepala menengadah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;dengan bangga berkata, "Aku orang Indonesia" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-30127220076145743?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/30127220076145743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=30127220076145743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/30127220076145743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/30127220076145743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/10/katanya.html' title='Katanya'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-7813110647432773573</id><published>2007-10-10T10:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:15:38.880+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>A Dozen Things to Do Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Remember that some of the world’s nicest joys are its most special people,&lt;br /&gt;and that you are definitely one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the ride,&lt;br /&gt;when the world is too busy, slow it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climb one rung higher on the ladder to your stars&lt;br /&gt;imagine what the view will look like&lt;br /&gt;when you get there, where you’re going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay in touch with your inner voice,&lt;br /&gt;it will always speaks the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’ve been working too hard,&lt;br /&gt;give your batteries time to recharge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you are someone&lt;br /&gt;who is thought of with friendship and with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a smile on that wonderful face of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day and be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-7813110647432773573?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/7813110647432773573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=7813110647432773573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/7813110647432773573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/7813110647432773573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/10/dozen-things-to-do-today.html' title='A Dozen Things to Do Today'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-3066265468931763671</id><published>2007-09-24T10:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:11:30.535+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>A Melting Pot in the Heart of Ubud</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Who has not heard about warung ibu Oka in Ubud? It is a typical eatery serving Balinese delicacy, the succulent babi guling (roast pig), and is supposedly the best one in Bali. Celebrity chefs, Anthony Bourdain and Bobby Chin, had come to warung ibu Oka, and they admitted that it was one of the best roast pork they ever had. The meat is juicy and tender, the skin is crunchy, and I particularly like the fiery sambal, a mix of chopped green chili and friend shallots soaked in oil. My tongue and throat always get burned after eating the chili, but I always put a lot of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes warung ibu Oka really special? I was sitting alone one afternoon, enjoying my special nasi babi guling and a glass of fresh orange juice. Warung ibu Oka was busy as always during lunch time, and there was a queue of visitors wanting to dine in or take away the food. A Balinese woman sat on my right side expressed her amusement to her companion about a large number of Westerners flocking to the warung, considering the food was too spicy for them and the place was modest. After several quick analysis, the woman concluded that those who came to warung ibu Oka could tolerate spicy food and did not mind rubbing shoulders with commoners. Not a bad conclusion, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my unintentional eavesdropping, I saw an oriental looking woman came in and started organizing seats for her family. Shortly after, a middle age Caucasian man came in, followed by a couple of young people, which I assumed as their daughter and her boyfriend. The woman ordered the foods in Indonesian, while she conversed in a language which I assumed as Dutch with her family. As they enjoyed their lunch, people constantly came and go, and they were not only Indonesians, but also foreigners. Among the new flock of visitors, there were two men, one was in a wheelchair, and a woman, navigating their way inside the warung. It was quite a challenge as the entrance was small and a queue of visitors was blocking the way. It turned out that they were French and of course, they did not speak English. It took dozens of sign language for them to finally get people moving and squeezing to allow them some space. Luckily, the daughter of the mixed couple spoke French, so she helped them settling down. The mother, then, offered her assistance to order the food, and those French seemed really surprised to find non-French people speaking their language fluently (and it turned out that the Caucasian husband was a German). She, then, placed order for the French in Indonesian, confirmed back to the French, and reconfirmed the order to the waitress. The order was three special nasi babi guling, two orange juices and one Coca Cola. I was perplexed and amused not only to observe the trilingual conversation, but also to finally realize how strangers would easily lend their hands to other strangers, and how they could be quite easy to each other despite of their differences, even if they did not understand each others’ languages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar interesting experience happened before in the very same place, when someone started a conversation with my friends and I after seeing my backpack with his company’s logo. He was an event organiser based in the Switzerland, and was having a vacation in Bali. And before having a conversation with him, we had a chat with an old man who had lived in Ubud for quite a long time. He did not tell us what his job was, but I suspected he was quite a well known artist because again, I overheard him and his wife giving tips to another stranger about Ubud, and also story on his life before Ubud, ie New York, Paris, and God knew where else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no air conditioner, as the place is open and shielded by a large banyan tree in the middle of the warung. There is also no plush sofa and dim lighting to create certain illusion. No reservation, no dress code, no restriction on the use of mobile phone or else. You are allowed to wear your tank top and short, sarong and t-shirt, or even your tuxedo if you can stand the heat. No one will stare at you when you guzzle down two portions of nasi babi guling, and guests also do not mind when special request for the crunchy skin is literally delivered by hand, not comes in a plate. No one will look at you with pity if you sit alone like I did. There will actually be a good chance someone will start chatting with you, and you could end up getting new friends. For those who prefer to eat in peace, the best time to be there is after 1:30 pm, when people finish their lunch; but the downside is there’ll be no food left. There will be not many people around, which become pointless because it’s not only the eating experience that really matters, but the sharing and caring for fellow holidaymakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well…, I might exaggerate the experience, but it makes me realize how complicated life has become these days. I miss getting connected with other human beings without any complication. The world I live in has become such a terrible place, with natural disasters, wars, famine, crimes, and other human sufferings. Nevertheless, in the midst of these horror stories, there is an unfashionable place in the heart of Ubud where countries, race, ethnicities, languages, traditions and wealth seem irrelevant. What really matters in this place is to unwind after a long walk around Ubud and a shopping spree, enjoy the delectable babi guling accompanied by cold drinks, and have a decent conversation with friends or even strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot fathom how a warung can be inspiring (at least for me) and a place most visited by people, from celebrity chefs to ordinary people. But obviously it is not just an ordinary warung, it is warung ibu Oka, a melting pot in the heart of Ubud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-3066265468931763671?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/3066265468931763671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=3066265468931763671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/3066265468931763671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/3066265468931763671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/09/melting-pot-in-heart-of-ubud.html' title='A Melting Pot in the Heart of Ubud'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-6397902793777526405</id><published>2007-09-07T13:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:14:24.460+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Joy and Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."&lt;br /&gt;And he answered:&lt;br /&gt;Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.&lt;br /&gt;And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.&lt;br /&gt;And how else can it be?&lt;br /&gt;The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.&lt;br /&gt;Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?&lt;br /&gt;And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?&lt;br /&gt;When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.&lt;br /&gt;When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."&lt;br /&gt;But I say unto you, they are inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.&lt;br /&gt;Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.&lt;br /&gt;Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.&lt;br /&gt;When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I might have been having too much fun these days, so the scale is now trying to tip its balance back by inflicting depression and anxiety... &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/24169793-6397902793777526405?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/6397902793777526405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=6397902793777526405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/6397902793777526405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/6397902793777526405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/09/then-woman-said-speak-to-us-of-joy-and.html' title='Joy and Sorrow'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-8835312140194471542</id><published>2007-08-31T08:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:12:13.149+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>A Wish is a Dream Your Heart Makes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Beberapa waktu yang lalu gue mimpi jadi pemenang putri Indonesia. Aneh ‘kan? Nggak gue banget deh, secara gue juga bukan orang yang terobsesi dengan penampilan. Setelah gue pikir-pikir, keliatannya mimpi aneh itu gara-gara gue nonton “&lt;em&gt;The Princess Diary 2&lt;/em&gt;” dan “&lt;em&gt;Prince and I&lt;/em&gt;”. Ceritanya mirip dengan Cinderella atau Snow White, tapi dengan setting abad 21 di mana sang Cinderella bukan lagi punya identitas lain sebagai Upik Abu yang tertindas, tapi perempuan muda yang menyenangkan, pintar, berpendidikan tinggi, mandiri, aktif, dan punya cita-cita setinggi langit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang menarik, tetap aja ada sosok seorang laki-laki di samping para perempuan pintar dan mandiri itu. Jadi selain idiom yang mengatakan bahwa “selalu ada perempuan di belakang seorang laki-laki yang sukses”, ternyata begitu pula sebaliknya. Cuma bedanya gue lebih suka menempatkan laki-laki di sebelah perempuan, bukan di belakang, karena rasanya lebih pas kalau kedua makhluk berbeda kelamin ini berdiri bersisian dalam menempuh perjalanan kehidupan. Kahlil Gibran pun mengatakan hal yang sama dalam puisinya mengenai perkawinan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But let there be spaces in your togetherness,&lt;br /&gt;And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.&lt;br /&gt;Love one another but make not a bond of love.&lt;br /&gt;Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.&lt;br /&gt;Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.&lt;br /&gt;Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.&lt;br /&gt;Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau di “&lt;em&gt;The Princess Diary 2&lt;/em&gt;”, si putri dari Genovia akhirnya dinobatkan menjadi ratu tanpa harus menikah dulu. Sementara di “&lt;em&gt;Prince and I&lt;/em&gt;”, akhirnya si pangeran Denmark akhirnya menikah dengan gadis Amerika biasa, yang sedang menyelesaikan kuliahnya di kedokteran, and they live happily ever after... (mungkin, karena sequel ketiganya belum dibuat, hehehe...). Meskipun nggak menikah, ratu Genovia yang baru itu udah jatuh cinta dengan seorang pria muda yang masih keturunan bangsawan. Kesimpulannya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to fall in love. Get up in the morning seeing his face, make breakfast for him, stay in bed the whole day...&lt;/em&gt;, itu yang dikatakan Diane Lane dalam perannya sebagai Sarah Nolan di film “Must Love Dogs” (2005). Dalam film itu ia berperan sebagai perempuan yang baru saja bercerai dengan pasangannya secara mendadak, tanpa ia mengerti akar permasalahannya. Seperti biasa, kakak dan adiknya berusaha keras untuk mencarikan pasangan baru baginya, mulai dari memperkenalkan dia pada teman dan kenalan mereka, sampai memasang iklan pribadi di internet. Hmmm..., ternyata Hollywood seperti Melayu juga, nggak bisa liat orang jadi jomblo. Bawaannya pengen mencarikan jodoh dan secara acak pula, tanpa peduli yang dicarikan jodoh itu mau atau enggak, atau mengerti kriteria pasangan seperti apa yang diinginkan oleh orang tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..., I was once in love with someone, whose face I saw when I get up every morning, whom I made breakfast for; but at some point, he said he was never truly, deeply, madly in love me, and fell in love with someone else instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to be the last person I see before I go to bed, and the first person I see when I wake up in the morning&lt;/em&gt;. Siapa sih yang nggak meleleh kalau ada orang yang bilang gini ke kita? Dan itu terjadi pada gue, meleleh abisss..., apalagi di saat gue kehilangan saat-saat yang menyenangkan dengan adanya partner yang bisa menjadi teman seperjalanan. Tapi nggak seperti cerita dalam film-film yang udah gue sebutin, persoalan yang terjadi dalam kehidupan sebenarnya nggak pernah sederhana dan mudah untuk diselesaikan. Seringkali nggak ada penyelesaiannya, alias gantung, sehingga kita harus pandai memanfaatkan waktu dan kesempatan yang ada. Konon, sebuah keinginan, harapan atau bahkan mimpi, kalau kita yakini dengan sepenuh hati bahwa itu akan terjadi (apa bedanya dengan &lt;em&gt;being obsessed&lt;/em&gt; ya?), hal itu akan sungguh terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..., I’d better take the crown and do my victory walk. If you excuse me, I have a dream to finish. &lt;/span&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/24169793-8835312140194471542?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/8835312140194471542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=8835312140194471542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/8835312140194471542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/8835312140194471542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/08/wish-is-dream-your-heart-makes.html' title='A Wish is a Dream Your Heart Makes'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-7614106541043874652</id><published>2007-08-15T15:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:11:52.949+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Old Article</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Found this article by accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Menyikapi Rencana Pemberlakuan Darurat Sipil di Poso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinar Harapan, 10 Desember 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;AKHIR Oktober 2001, konflik horisontal mulai memanas kembali di wilayah Poso dan sekitarnya, yang makin hari makin intensif menjelang hari raya Idul Fitri dan Natal. Tentu saja ini sebuah kemunduran besar bagi upaya perdamaian dan rekonsiliasi di bumi Sintuwu Maroso, setelah beberapa bulan sebelumnya masyarakat seolah mendapat harapan untuk membangun kembali kehidupannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sejak Juni hingga pertengahan Oktober yang lalu, situasi di kota Poso dan sekitarnya relatif aman, meskipun masyarakat masih dicekam ketakutan dan trauma. Berbagai insiden penembakan, termasuk penembakan terhadap rektor Universitas Sintuwu Maroso, serta bunyi tembakan serta ledakan bom rakitan masih terdengar, meskipun dalam skala yang relatif kecil dan terbatas. Namun secara umum situasi saat itu dapat dikatakan aman terkendali, bila meminjam terminologi militer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Di beberapa wilayah di Poso Pesisir, masyarakat mulai mencoba menata kehidupan sosialnya kembali. Misalnya di Desa Kalora dan Kawende, yang masing-masing mayoritas populasinya menganut agama yang berbeda. Kepala Desa Kalora dan Kawende memberikan jaminan keamanan pada warga desa yang beragama minoritas untuk untuk tetap tinggal di desa masing-masing. Antara kedua kepala desa beserta aparatnya juga sepakat untuk saling menjaga keamanan desa masing-masing, dan tidak saling mengganggu satu sama lain. Mereka juga tidak segan-segan untuk bersikap tegas terhadap para pendatang baru di kedua desa tersebut, dan mengambil tindakan apabila ada indikasi bahwa pendatang tersebut hendak mengacau ketentraman di kedua desa-desa tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sementara itu di beberapa desa yang menjadi sentra pengungsian di kecamatan Poso Pesisir, Lage dan Pamona Utara, pengungsi mulai berani datang kembali ke desanya untuk menilik kebun dan memanen hasilnya, seperti coklat, kelapa, dan cengkeh. Dengan demikian, mereka tidak terus menggantungkan diri pada bantuan pemerintah, berbagai organisasi kemanusiaan maupun masyarakat setempat. Namun dengan konflik yang mulai merebak kembali, tatanan kehidupan masyarakat yang sedang disusun kembali akan hancur, dan butuh waktu yang lebih lama lagi untuk membangunnya kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dengan makin intensif dan meluasnya konflik di Poso, pemerintah akhirnya memberikan perhatian secara khusus pada konflik yang telah berlangsung selama tiga tahun ini. Dengan dalih mengembalikan suasana aman dan damai di wilayah tersebut, pemerintah sedang menjajaki kemungkinan untuk memberlakukan keadaan darurat sipil seperti di Provinsi Maluku Utara dan Maluku. Untuk itu, Menko Polkam dan Mendagri, didampingi oleh sejumlah petinggi militer dan kepolisian, telah melakukan kunjungan selama beberapa hari ke Poso. Rencana pemberlakuan keadaan darurat sipil ini tampaknya akan mendapat dukungan dari DPR. Yang menjadi pertanyaan, apakah pemberlakuan keadaan darurat sipil ini merupakan jawaban atas konflik yang berkepanjangan di Poso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dalam berbagai kesempatan dialog dengan pengungsi di Palu maupun di wilayah Poso dan sekitarnya, mereka menyatakan jenuh dengan konflik yang berkepanjangan ini. Mereka sadar bahwa pertikaian tidak membawa manfaat apa-apa, justru menyebabkan penderitaan dan kerugian bagi mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Daerah yang kaya dengan hasil kopra coklat, dan cengkeh ini mengalami kerusakan masif yang sangat besar nilainya. Kehidupan sosial maupun ekonomi masyarakat pun terkena dampak yang luar biasa. Contohnya, harga coklat, yang sebelum konflik mencapai Rp.11.000/kilogram, saat ini harganya tinggal Rp. 5.000/kilogram, demikian pula harga hasil perkebunan lainnya. Bandingkan dengan situasi mereka saat Indonesia dihantam krisis ekonomi pada tahun 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Saat masyarakat di wilayah perkotaan dihantam krisis, para petani di kawasan ini justru mengalami peningkatan kehidupan ekonomi karena komoditas mereka justru diuntungkan oleh nilai tukar dolar yang tinggi. Namun sekarang sektor pertanian dan juga perdagangan di wilayah ini mengalami kehancuran akibat konflik yang berkepanjangan. Para pengungsi juga masih menyimpan keinginan untuk kembali ke desanya masing-masing, meskipun di beberapa tempat, mereka mendapatkan bantuan yang cukup dari berbagai pihak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bagaimana pun juga, mereka tidak ingin menjadi beban bagi orang lain. Mereka pun tidak keberatan untuk bekerja keras membangun kehidupan mereka dari nol, asalkan ada jaminan keamanan untuk hidup dengan tenang di desa masing-masing. Namun tampaknya ada pihak-pihak yang tidak ingin konflik di wilayah Poso selesai. Saat situasi mulai tenang, selalu ada kejadian yang memicu pecahnya konflik baru. Bahkan mendekati Hari Raya Idul Fitri dan Natal, ketegangan makin memuncak dengan adanya ancaman dari kelompok-kelompok yang bertikai untuk melakukan aksi pembalasan bila salah satu pihak membuat kekacauan pada perayaan hari-hari besar tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sesungguhnya, makin meluas dan intensifnya konflik horisontal di wilayah ini dapat dicegah jika sejak dini pemerintah dan aparat keamanan dengan tegas menindak kelompok-kelompok bersenjata yang terlibat dalam konflik ini. Sweeping senjata, baik yang rakitan maupun organik, seharusnya dilaksanakan tanpa pandang bulu, tidak hanya terhadap kelompok tertentu saja. Para perusuh juga hendaknya ditindak secara tegas dan diproses secara hukum, sementara pemerintah daerah juga melakukan pengawasan ketat terhadap berbagai kelompok dari luar yang masuk ke wilayah konflik di Poso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bila terbukti ada kelompok-kelompok yang justru memperkeruh keadaan, pemerintah daerah dan aparat keamanan harus segera menindak mereka. Namun, mengapa baru sekarang pemerintah mengambil langkah untuk memulihkan keamanan, setelah kehidupan masyarakat tercabik-cabik selama tiga tahun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kehilangan Akal&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, apakah pemberlakuan keadaan darurat sipil merupakan solusi atas konflik berkepanjangan yang terjadi di Poso? Jawabnya tentu saja tidak. Pengalaman di Maluku memperlihatkan bahwa situasi keamanan di Ambon tidak kunjung stabil hingga saat ini. Bahkan belakangan ini situasi memanas lagi akibat maraknya aksi-aksi kelompok sipil bersenjata di wilayah tersebut. Pemerintah sendiri tampaknya sudah kehilangan akal dalam upaya menyelesaikan konflik di Maluku. Hal ini tampak dari pembiaran tindakan-tindakan propaganda yang provokatif dari pihak-pihak yang bertikai, baik dalam bentuk ceramah maupun pidato di depan publik, maraknya pemberitaan pers yang tidak berimbang dan cenderung memperkeruh konflik, serta berbagai tindak kejahatan kelompok bersenjata terhadap masyarakat sipil tanpa pernah ada sanksi hukum yang tegas. Sementara aparat keamanan sendiri tampaknya lebih bersikap reaktif ketimbang bersikap proaktif dan antisipatif, sehingga mereka kerap terlambat untuk mengendalikan kekacauan yang timbul. Jelas pemberlakuan keadaan darurat sipil di propinsi Maluku bukan lah antidote dari konflik yang berkepanjangan di wilayah tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Masalah lain yang juga perlu mendapat perhatian adalah soal netralitas militer dalam penanganan konflik di Poso. Sudah menjadi rahasia umum bahwa baik militer maupun kepolisian berpihak terhadap kelompok-kelompok yang bertikai. Tidak mengherankan bila baik pihak Muslim maupun Kristen melemparkan tuduhan keterlibatan aparat keamanan dalam konflik ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Terlepas dari kebenaran tuduhan tersebut, aparat keamanan seharusnya mampu membuktikan bahwa tuduhan tersebut salah, jika memang demikian faktanya. Namun dengan banyak beredarnya senjata organik, penembak jitu (sniper) yang bebas berkeliaran, sweeping oleh kelompok sipil bersenjata di sepanjang Poso Pesisir, perusakan, pembakaran, penjarahan dan pembunuhan warga sipil, serta ketidakmampuan aparat keamanan menghadapi serangan kelompok sipil bersenjata akhir-akhir ini, timbul pertanyaan terhadap netralitas serta komitmen aparat untuk mengendalikan situasi di wilayah Poso. Mengapa aksi-aksi yang dilakukan kelompok sipil bersenjata di kawasan tersebut terus berlangsung tanpa ada sanksi, padahal bukti-bukti yang ada sudah lebih dari cukup untuk menyeret para pelakunya ke hadapan hukum. Untuk itu, alangkah baiknya bila rencana untuk memberlakukan keadaan darurat sipil di Poso dipertimbangkan kembali secara matang. Ada baiknya pemerintah melakukan evaluasi terhadap pemberlakuan keadaan darurat sipil di Provinsi Maluku, sebelum terburu-buru menerapkannya di Poso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yang pasti, selama tidak pernah ada upaya serius untuk menjamin kepastian hukum, serta menindak tegas kelompok sipil bersenjata di wilayah Poso dan daerah konflik lainnya, pemberlakuan darurat sipil, apalagi militer, malah akan menimbulkan kehancuran bagi kehidupan masyarakat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;***Penulis adalah pekerja kemanusiaan, bekerja di salah satu lembaga PBB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-7614106541043874652?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/7614106541043874652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=7614106541043874652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/7614106541043874652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/7614106541043874652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-old-article.html' title='Old Article'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-8872810092166229402</id><published>2007-08-14T10:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:51:00.180+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside My Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Inspired by the Fashionese Daily blog, I also would like to disclose what is inside my big bag. Yup, I’m a big bag fan, although I often cannot find my mobile phone when it rings. I am still hunting for more big bags with different colour (my bags are mostly black and dark brown, and I’d love to have mustard, burgundy, taupe, etc. Well.., a girl will never have enough bags and shoes in her life!). There was an article in Kompas newspaper ages ago about women and their bags. It was said that bag’s preference reflects a woman’s personality. Women who love big bags are typically insecure. They cannot leave home without their ‘essentials’, which are basically everything – from dental floss to mobile phone!! But I’m a person who wants to be prepared when the worst things happen, and it’s far different from being insecure!! Besides, men also take benefit of our ‘Doraemon’ bag, as they often ask us to keep their car keys, wallet and ciggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here’s my bag today (disclaimer: no intention to advertise any brands or brag about something. I thought generic terms will not sufficiently explain what is inside my bag):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bag: Black leather from Mango. I bought it in December 2006, when I was in a very unstable emotional state and desperate to have a retail therapy. A friend of mine actually had her eyes on this bag, but she didn’t make up her mind quickly. Few days later I went to Mango outlet in Plaza Senayan and without blinking, grabbed the bag and went to the cashier to pay. Even though the purchase damaged my budget, I felt surprisingly good after that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Contents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Esprit wallet&lt;br /&gt;Silver Body Shop cosmetic pouch: cotton buds, New Diatabs, Enzyplex, Panadol, Clinique compact powder, Clinique colour surge bare brilliance lipstick in chocolate ice, sample size of Clinique colour surge impossibly glossy in prettiest pink, Viva pencil brow, sample of Bath and Body Works Sensual Amber eau de toilette, Clean &amp; Clear oil control film, lipstick brush, dental floss toothpicks from Watsons, dental cotton buds and secure token to access my email from outside&lt;br /&gt;Black Nokia&lt;br /&gt;Black Motorola SLVR 7&lt;br /&gt;Body Shop Almond Oil hand &amp;amp; nail cream&lt;br /&gt;Keys&lt;br /&gt;Agenda&lt;br /&gt;Note pad&lt;br /&gt;Pencil case from Aceh&lt;br /&gt;Aloe Vera gel&lt;br /&gt;Antis Hand sanitizer&lt;br /&gt;Toilet seat spray&lt;br /&gt;Tissue&lt;br /&gt;iPod&lt;br /&gt;Body Shop passion fruit lip butter&lt;br /&gt;Fisherman’s friend&lt;br /&gt;Name cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaa…, no wonder I have constant shoulder pain! This may also happen to many women out there, and in fact, there is another article about increasing number of women suffering from shoulder and back pain. There have also been articles in the fashion magazines, suggesting women not to carry their big bags every day, but bring a reasonable size bag instead. That’s fine, but where should I keep my umbrella, novel, and work reports. Well…, I don’t really need them, but who knows it will rain today? Who knows I’ll stuck in the traffic and need a book to kill the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooppss…, my phone rings. Where is it??? &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/24169793-8872810092166229402?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/8872810092166229402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=8872810092166229402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/8872810092166229402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/8872810092166229402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/08/inside-my-bag.html' title='Inside My Bag'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-4394161745529761227</id><published>2007-08-13T07:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T07:55:07.035+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I always love birthday, like my love to wedding. Not so much for the meaning of it, as I grow older and older, I stop contemplating the meaning of life coz it makes me depressed. I love the attention and also observing people's reaction to those events. Sounds a bit narcistic, but oh well..., aren't we all like that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;It was recently my birthday, and here are some of the wishes I got from my friends and relatives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Met ultah bo.. Smoga lu tambah pinter, tambah cakep.. panjang umur.. sehat selalu.. smoga sukses n happy terus deh.. Cayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday. Semoga tetap sehat, tahan banting, dan awet muda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday ya. Mith doakan mba tetep awet muda, rejeki tambah lancar, suami tambah sayang plus cepat dapat momongan. Jadi hari ini berapa mba? hehehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy b’day tante Flo sayang.. All the best n miracles for u. GBU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday ya boo… Panjang umur dan sukses selalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallo tante, met ultah ya.. Semoga panjang umur, banyak rejeki, tambah cantik dan jangan galak2 ya :p Sengaja ya gak masuk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng Flo, met ulang taon ya. Kok meni misterius amat, Di hari yang berbahagia ini, menghilang begitu saja. Kata Sari, ambil pre-wedding package ye.. he3x. Pokoknya enjoy this special day, pamper yourself n jangan pikirin orang lain. Luv, W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAY! May this become your best year yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Happy birthday! Semoga HUT kamu ini asyik banget! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Thanks, folks. Indeed, my HUT was awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-4394161745529761227?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/4394161745529761227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=4394161745529761227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/4394161745529761227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/4394161745529761227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-3820695859736850623</id><published>2007-08-08T15:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:14:24.461+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Berjalan ke Barat di Waktu Pagi Hari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Waktu berjalan ke barat di waktu pagi hari matahari mengikutiku di belakang&lt;br /&gt;Aku berjalan mengikuti bayang-bayangku sendiri yang memanjang di depan&lt;br /&gt;Aku dan matahari tidak bertengkar tentang siapa di antara kami yang telah menciptakan bayang-bayang&lt;br /&gt;Aku dan bayang-bayang tidak bertengkar tentang siapa di antara kami yang harus berjalan di depan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sapardi Djoko Damono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-3820695859736850623?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/3820695859736850623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=3820695859736850623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/3820695859736850623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/3820695859736850623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/08/berjalan-ke-barat-di-waktu-pagi-hari.html' title='Berjalan ke Barat di Waktu Pagi Hari'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-6535894435019679333</id><published>2007-08-03T14:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:06.077+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piknik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/RrLY5n1OV5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lPv68W5vn7A/s1600-h/Kebon+Raya+Bogor+(www.bogor.net).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094372612965816210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/RrLY5n1OV5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lPv68W5vn7A/s320/Kebon+Raya+Bogor+(www.bogor.net).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mungkin nggak banyak orang yang tau kalau Kebun Raya Bogor sudah berusia 190 tahun pada tahun 2007 ini. Gue juga yakin, nggak banyak orang yang memahami sejarah dan perjalanan panjang Kebun Raya Bogor. Sejarah singkat Kebun Raya Bogor bisa dilihat di Wikipedia, sementara kali ini gue mau cerita pengalaman gue piknik ke Kebun Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa minggu lalu gue ke piknik ke sana, setelah lebih dari 20 tahun nggak pernah menginjakkan kaki ke tempat itu. Terakhir kali gue ke sana waktu darmawisata jaman SD (istilahnya aja masih darmawisata!!), dan setelah itu nggak pernah lagi, meskipun kerap terbersit keinginan untuk pergi lagi ke sana. Dengan berbekal cool box berisi buah, sandwich dan minuman dingin; termos berisi kopi; selimut untuk alas duduk; dan novel, pergilah gue ke Kebun Raya Bogor. Tapi jauh-jauh ke Bogor nggak menyempatkan diri berwisata kuliner mah rugi bandar. Meskipun bekal di cool box seharusnya sudah mencukupi kebutuhan perut, tapi soal jajan nggak boleh ketinggalan. Tapi karena referensi wisata kuliner gue udah out of date banget, tujuan wisata kuliner akhirnya diarahkan ke jalan Suryakencana, karena itu lah tempat jajan gue jaman dulu sama bokap nyokap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah menyisir jalan Suryakencana, gue nggak berhasil menemukan tempat jajan gue dulu yang terletak di sebuah gang, sementara kita harus memutuskan untuk berhenti di suatu tempat, karena perut udah keroncongan. Akhirnya kita berhenti di sebuah rumah makan yang menjual nasi campur, nasi bebek dan sebangsanya. Not too bad, but nothing special. Yang bikin kesel, begitu kita keluar dari rumah makan itu, kita melihat banyak sekali penjual makanan di sepanjang jalan. Ada ngohiong, pangsit pengantin, combro, roti unyil, soto mie, toge goreng, laksa, aneka soto…, pokoknya heboh banget lah. Hmmm...., dari mana datangnya para penjual makanan itu ya? Perasaan tadi pas kita cari-cari nggak ada deh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue sama sekali nggak inget seperti apa bentuk dan isi Kebun Raya, jadi waktu akhirnya gue berada di dalamnya, rasanya seperti baru pertama kali datang ke tempat itu. Gue nggak mengira kalau tempat itu ternyata luas sekali. Untung aja mobil boleh masuk, jadi kita nggak usah cape-cape jalan kaki mengelilingi kebun yang luas itu. Gue juga baru tau kalo mobil boleh masuk, karena dulu waktu SD kita naik bis, yang diparkir di halaman depan Kebun Raya, lalu kita harus jalan kaki mengelilingi tempat itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah mampir ke rumah anggrek (yang sayangnya sedang nggak berbunga) dan mencari-cari spot yang tepat untuk berhenti, kita akhirnya menemukan tempat yang teduh. Gile, rasanya geli sendiri deh gue, sibuk menebar koran bekas untuk alas selimut, trus cari posisi yang enak untuk duduk dan mulai membaca. Ternyata masih lebih nyaman duduk di sofa (iya lah!!) ketimbang duduk di tanah, hahahaha... Tapi begitu gue merebahkan diri dan diam memandang langit, baru deh pelan-pelan terasa bahwa sebuah rasa nikmat dan bahagia nggak harus selalu mahal. Rebahan sambil memandang awan putih yang berarak di langit biru dihembus angin semilir, memandang burung-burung walet yang berkicau sambil melompat dari satu dahan ke dahan lainnya, mendengarkan bisikan daun-daun yang bergesek ditiup angin..., rasanya nikmat banget!! Gue jadi berkhayal, seandainya di dekat kantor ada sebuah taman seperti ini, pasti gue akan lebih banyak menghabiskan waktu di taman ketimbang di meja gue. Nggak perlu segede Kebun Raya deh, seperempatnya aja juga udah bagus. Yang penting terpelihara baik, bersih dan nggak dipenuhi kaki lima berjualan. Lebih bagus kalo bisa wifi, jadi gue bisa bawa laptop dan dihubungi kapan aja lewat email, hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..., kira-kira, bang Fauzi atau bang Adang punya rencana untuk memperbanyak taman kota yang dilengkapi dengan fasilitas wifi nggak yaa?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-6535894435019679333?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/6535894435019679333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=6535894435019679333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/6535894435019679333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/6535894435019679333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/08/piknik.html' title='Piknik'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/RrLY5n1OV5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/lPv68W5vn7A/s72-c/Kebon+Raya+Bogor+(www.bogor.net).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-7341984884433279368</id><published>2007-07-17T14:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:58:12.133+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Sexy for My Bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I found this article in the Jakarta Post today, and thought how absurd but yet hilarious it was! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A German bus driver threatened to throw a 20 year old sales clerk off his bus in the southern town of Lindau because he said she was too sexy, a newspaper reported Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Suddenly he stopped the bus," the woman named Debora C. told &lt;em&gt;Bild&lt;/em&gt; newspaper. "He opened the door and shouted at me "Your cleavage is distracting me every time I look into my mirror and I can't concentrate on the traffic. If you don't sit somewhere else, I'm going to have to throw you off the bus'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The womean, picture in &lt;em&gt;Bild&lt;/em&gt; wearing her snug-fitting summer clothes with the plunging neckline, said she moved to another seat but was humiliated by the bus driver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A spokesman for the bus company defended the driver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"The bus driver is allowed to do that and he did the right thing," the spokesman said. "A bus driver cannot be distracted because it's a danger to the safety of all the passenger." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;source: Reuter, as quoted by the Jakarta Post, 17 July 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-7341984884433279368?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/7341984884433279368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=7341984884433279368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/7341984884433279368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/7341984884433279368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/07/too-sexy-for-my-bus.html' title='Too Sexy for My Bus'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-6936262803211043523</id><published>2007-07-13T10:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:44:12.391+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy your coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Found it on my inbox, and thought it is nice food for thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. The conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain-looking, some expensive and some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases, it's just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups...and then began eyeing each other's cups."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;"Now consider this: Life is the coffee, and the jobs, houses, cars, things, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life, and the type of cup we have does not define nor change the quality of life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;God brews the coffee, not the cups . . . enjoy your coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect, it means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in peace and peace will live in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-6936262803211043523?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/6936262803211043523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=6936262803211043523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/6936262803211043523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/6936262803211043523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/07/enjoy-your-coffee.html' title='Enjoy your coffee'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-4325179327284681473</id><published>2007-07-10T07:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:06.937+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/RpLbmBzeAJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GVuM83-zGTo/s1600-h/Shrek+&amp;+Cherry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085368375620534418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/RpLbmBzeAJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GVuM83-zGTo/s320/Shrek+%26+Cherry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sedih banget waktu denger Shrek &amp; Cherry kabur dari rumah Bonang. Nggak ada lagi deh yang menyambut kedatangan gue dengan meriah dan riang gembira. Para keponakan itu aja nggak happy-happy amat kalo liat gue datang berkunjung. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well..., I hope they're much happier with their new master. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-4325179327284681473?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/4325179327284681473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=4325179327284681473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/4325179327284681473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/4325179327284681473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/07/sedih-banget-waktu-denger-shrek-cherry.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/RpLbmBzeAJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GVuM83-zGTo/s72-c/Shrek+%26+Cherry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-5473532162941749999</id><published>2007-05-30T14:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:50:40.390+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Long Lost Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Hari ini gue terima email dari temen SD gue yang juga tetangga gue jaman baheula dulu. Bisa dibayangkan betapa excited-nya gue, secara dia ini menghilang begitu aja begitu kelar SD, dan gue nggak pernah denger kabarnya lagi. Herannya, dia masih inget kejadian-kejadian jaman kecil dulu yang ancur, dan yang lebih mengerikannya lagi, yang dia inget itu gue tukang belajar!! Was I that nerdy??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hai Wita,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'course I don't dare my self to have you out of my mind. Tinggal di bawah Kuburan and your mommy baek banget, suka kasih gue rengginang (ituloh Rice Cracker yang digoreng)  hehehheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang gue tinggal di NY. Got a wife and twin sons 4.5 tahun... hihihi asli gak ada yang mirip gue. Sekarang kamu kerja apa? gue kerja sebagai Graphic designer and Photographer. Emang udah hobby gue... gambar and motret.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Thank you buat si A yang secara ajaib bisa nemuin gue...Salute for her. gue malah sekarang deket sama si U dan L. (maklum di negeri orang). Dulu malah sempet maen bareng sama si LT ( 6-D ) Soale kan dia sekolah di Worchester deket Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? How was life after IKPN? I have never seen you since Graduation SD deh.. yep gue sempet ke Jepang segala untuk sekolah (SMP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambut lo masih keriting gak? atau ikal kali ya? wah gue gak jelas kriterianya... yang gue inget rambut lo tuh super tebal. Sepeda lo warna biru... kalo gue abis maen skateboard di tanjakan kuburan, gue suka iseng mampir minta minum...and gue suka sering pinjem agenda sekolah.. soale sejak Bokap gue meninggal, gue kayak "anak ilang", alias nilai gue jeblok semua hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue paling takut sama si L, soale galak abis. Oh ya setiap gue pergi ke rumah lo, gue selalu mendapatkan diri mu sedang belajar... matiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii kutuuuuuuuuuu deh gue gak abis pikir. Kuat bener lo belajar? hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya gue pernah nabrak Pohon di depan rumahnya L dan Dokter K (A si anak super jenius) gara2 sepeda gue tali remnya putus abis "ngeceng" depan rumah lo and maen sama si R. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah pokoknya banyak deh peristiwa sehabis atau menjelang Rumah dibawah kuburan AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue gak bakalan Lupa deh sama kamu... oh ya ada Friendster gak? asli gue rada Gaptek sama ginian... tahunya cuman bikin web doang dan motoin cewek cakep hahahahah Padahal gue sempet keterima di Cornel Univerity New York buat Architecture... yang ada gue lebih milih jalur hobby ketimbang karir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya adek gue masih inget gak? Sekarang udah punya anak juga. Cewek. masih di Indon, tapi bakalan balik ke NY paling tahun depan atau tahun ini. tergantung situasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke deh Wit. Kalau kamu ada Mobile, berapa nomornya? biar bisa SMS-an hahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-5473532162941749999?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/5473532162941749999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=5473532162941749999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/5473532162941749999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/5473532162941749999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-long-lost-friend.html' title='My Long Lost Friend'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-45535858220678326</id><published>2007-05-02T08:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:19:07.335+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/RpLfJhzeAKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SWLFmo9V6Bw/s1600-h/Bali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085372284040773794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/RpLfJhzeAKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SWLFmo9V6Bw/s320/Bali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Weekend kemarin gue pergi ke Bali dengan beberapa teman. Tujuan utamanya sih menghadiri pernikahan seorang teman, tapi sampingannya jadi lebih heboh. Yang tadinya nggak rencana untuk shopping, malah jadi shopping gila-gilaan (buat ukuran gue yang kalo ke Bali biasanya cuma leyeh-leyeh di pinggir pantai sambil baca buku!). Sementara tadinya semangat ’45 untuk clubbing tiap malem, cuma kesampean sekali, itu pun hanya sekitar satu jam-an gara-gara ada peserta rombongan yang muntah-muntah karena masuk angin!! What a major disappointment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita pergi berlima, dengan tambahan satu kepala pas hari Jumat. Ini pertama kalinya gue pergi liburan dengan temen, karena selama ini gue selalu pergi liburan dengan suami. Gue sempet deg-degan, takut mood gue tiba-tiba bertingkah nggak karuan, sehingga membuat gue jadi bete dan mengacaukan suasana liburan. Ini pernah terjadi sekali, waktu gue menghabiskan weekend di Sydney dengan beberapa teman yang kebetulan lagi training di Canberra. Nggak ada ujan, nggak ada angin, tiba-tiba gue jadi bete aja, dan cemberut sepanjang jalan, bikin mereka kebingungan dengan perubahan arah ’angin’. Untungnya hal ini nggak terjadi, gue malah enjoy banget. Rasanya seperti baru kali ini gue mengalami liburan yang sangat menyenangkan, di mana gue bisa rileks, bebas dan nggak ada beban. Rasanya baru kali ini gue pulang liburan dengan hati ringan dan nggak peduli dengan apa yang akan terjadi di kantor keesokan harinya, nggak peduli dengan apa yang akan terjadi dengan drama yang sedang berlangsung dalam hidup gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling menakjubkan dari pengalaman ini adalah meskipun nggak sempat melakukan kontemplasi, rasanya gue bisa berpikir dan melihat dengan lebih jernih. Benang kusut yang selama ini melilit di kepala gue, seperti terurai satu per satu. Nggak, gue belum menemukan jawaban pasti atas semua pertanyaan dan kekuatiran yang menggayuti kepala gue selama lima bulan terakhir, tapi pelan-pelan gue rasanya tau apa yang gue inginkan, dan punya sedikit gambaran apa yang mau gue lakukan dengan hidup gue. Soal baik atau enggak, benar atau salah, sepertinya nggak terlalu penting. Yang penting gue tau dulu apa yang gue mau lakukan dengan hidup gue, dan kemudian menjalani konsekuensinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadwal liburan berikut: Jogja, dengan dua sahabat gue waktu SMA. Kalau Bali temanya ”Friends”, tema untuk Jogja ”Sex and the City”. Jogja, here I come!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(My sincerest thanks to tante Betty, tante Gina, Udin, Samin &amp;amp; mama Nina for putting up with me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-45535858220678326?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/45535858220678326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=45535858220678326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/45535858220678326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/45535858220678326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/05/bali.html' title='Bali'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/RpLfJhzeAKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SWLFmo9V6Bw/s72-c/Bali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-4605759463883020580</id><published>2007-04-17T09:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:15:09.720+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>The Serenity Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God grant me the serenity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to accept the things I cannot change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;courage to change the things I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and wisdom to know the difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Living one day at a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Enjoying one moment at a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Forever in the next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reinhold Niebuhr &lt;/em&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/24169793-4605759463883020580?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/4605759463883020580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=4605759463883020580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/4605759463883020580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/4605759463883020580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/04/serenity-prayer.html' title='The Serenity Prayer'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-2325792040160109949</id><published>2007-04-12T07:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:15:09.721+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Shattered Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Too many lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;too many tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;but too little understanding... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Too much anger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;too much pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;too much grief, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;but too little love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-2325792040160109949?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/2325792040160109949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=2325792040160109949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/2325792040160109949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/2325792040160109949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/04/shattered-glass.html' title='Shattered Glass'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-2665834509616880357</id><published>2007-03-22T13:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:02:33.416+07:00</updated><title type='text'>People You've Met in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;to my seasonal partner, may you find happiness in your next chapter...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-2665834509616880357?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/2665834509616880357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=2665834509616880357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/2665834509616880357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/2665834509616880357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/03/people-youve-met-in-life.html' title='People You&apos;ve Met in Life'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-117377735571652089</id><published>2007-03-13T17:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T07:46:25.062+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to AS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Terbakarnya pesawat GA 200 jurusan Jakarta-Jogjakarta menyisakan duka dan kepedihan yang mendalam, terutama bagi keluarga dan kerabat korban. Salah satu korban adalah big boss, AS. Pada hari naas itu beliau sedang dalam tugas untuk menemani Menteri Luar Negeri  dalam kunjungan kerjanya di Jogjakarta. AS seharusnya berangkat hari Selasa sore, 6 Maret 2007, namun karena acara dengan Menlu pada hari itu mengalami keterlambatan, beliau tidak sempat mengejar penerbangan terakhir ke Jogjakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan hidup manusia memang tidak dapat diduga. Sebagian besar dari kita bertanya, mengapa orang sebaik AS harus secepat ini pergi meninggalkan kita? Masih terngiang di telingaku dumelannya saat aku menggoda beliau hari Selasa kemarin, sewaktu dia mengenakan t-shirt dengan tulisan agency besar-besar di bagian punggung, yang menurutku, &lt;em&gt;”It’s like saying ’shoot me’!”&lt;/em&gt;. Masih juga terdengar di telingaku ide isengnya untuk branch meeting berikut, di mana beliau berencana untuk mengadakan kompetisi untuk staff. &lt;em&gt;”No ugly t-shirt contest, please”&lt;/em&gt;, begitu pintaku, dan beliau berjanji tidak akan mengadakan lomba karaoke atau kontes t-shirt terburuk. Masih juga terlintas di kepalaku pembicaraan kami mengenai &lt;em&gt;team building&lt;/em&gt; yang sudah sangat lama tidak kita adakan (terakhir di Bogor, kalau tidak salah tahun 2004). Beliau mengatakan, saat ini sulit sekali untuk mengadakan acara seperti itu lagi karena semakin banyaknya jumlah staff kami di Indonesia. Tapi beliau juga menawarkan beberapa ide untuk pertemuan kerja di luar kantor, seperti mengadakan &lt;em&gt;planning day&lt;/em&gt; atau &lt;em&gt;retreat&lt;/em&gt; untuk unit-unit, &lt;em&gt;cross sectoral meeting&lt;/em&gt;, atau retreat untuk program manager di embassy cottages. Beliau akan mendukung ide-ide seperti itu, dan bersedia mengalokasikan dana. Menurutku ide-idenya sangat masuk akal dan bisa menjadi salah satu alternatif kegiatan untuk menggantikan acara &lt;em&gt;team building&lt;/em&gt;. Bagi kita, keputusan beliau kadang kontroversial dan terkesan tidak memahami kebutuhan staff, tetapi sebetulnya pertimbangannya lebih pragmatis, dan beliau selalu menawarkan alternatif jalan keluar yang lebih masuk akal dan bisa dilakukan. Namun demikian, beliau juga lah yang membuat terobosan untuk membantu meringankan tekanan pekerjaan kita semua, supaya kita tetap punya waktu pribadi dan fleksibilitas dalam mengatur beban kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesan terakhir lainnya adalah waktu aku menemani beliau dan partner kerja barunya di kantor pusat, pergi ke Makassar. Rencananya kami akan bertemu dengan kepala Dinas Pendidikan Propinsi Sulawesi Selatan, sebelum pergi ke salah satu lokasi pembangunan SMP di kabupaten Gowa. Hingga sehari sebelum berangkat, pertemuan dengan kepala Dinas masih confirmed. Ketika kami tiba di tempat, ternyata kepala Dinas sedang mengadakan rapat kerja dengan Inspektorat Jendral Diknas, sehingga pertemuan terpaksa dibatalkan. Tidak ada sedikit pun kesan kesal di wajah AS, selain pemikiran mengenai alternatif lain. Bahkan ketika beliau harus menunggu selama hampir 3 jam di lokasi pembangunan SMPN 2 Parangloe, tidak ada raut marah atau pun kesal di wajahnya. Dengan sabar (dan tabah), beliau menunggu sambil meneruskan dialog dengan kepala sub-Dinas Pendidikan kabupaten Gowa dan kepala pembangunan SMP. Beliau lebih &lt;em&gt;concern&lt;/em&gt; dengan bapak-bapak yang sudah menunggu lama, karena beliau tidak mau merepotkan bapak-bapak tersebut lebih lama lagi. Bahkan beliau sempat merasakan ’berkunjung’ ke toilet darurat di lokasi tersebut, yang letaknya berada di belakang kantor komite pembangunan, yang tidak terlindungi bangunan apapun, alias di alam terbuka!! Kami sempat menertawakan hal ini, bergurau bahwa &lt;em&gt;”it’s a toilet with a view, and you can’t get it anywhere else”&lt;/em&gt;. Beliau juga menyatakan keheranannya padaku karena aku sama sekali nggak pergi ke toilet dan lebih memilih menahan pipis, dan menyuruhku pergi ke toilet ketika kami tiba di Garuda lounge di bandara Makassar. Mana ada seorang &lt;em&gt;big boss&lt;/em&gt;, yang begitu perhatian pada staff, bahkan untuk persoalan yang paling pribadi seperti itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang tidak kalah menakjubkannya, selama kunjungan tersebut, AS lah yang menerjemahkan untuk partner kerjanya, sementara aku sibuk ‘menginterogasi’ ketua komite pembangunan sekolah dan kepala sub-Dinas. Kita berdua saling mengisi satu sama lain dengan berbagai pertanyaan seputar pembangunan sekolah dan juga masalah pendidikan secara umum. Kalau pertanyaan AS tidak dimengerti, aku yang akan bertanya dengan cara lain; begitu pula sebaliknya. Nggak pernah ’kan terbayang seseorang dengan posisi setinggi itu bisa berbahasa Indonesia dengan sangat fasih, apalagi mau menerjemahkan dari bahasa Indonesia ke bahasa Inggris untuk tamunya? AS juga tergolong boss yang &lt;em&gt;low maintenance&lt;/em&gt; dan &lt;em&gt;self-sufficient&lt;/em&gt;, alias mandiri dan nggak rewel sepanjang perjalanan, meskipun kita melewatkan waktu makan siang. Beliau nggak minta aku mengurusi dirinya waktu check out dari hotel dan &lt;em&gt;check in&lt;/em&gt; di bandara, tapi dengan senang hati aku membantu beliau dan partner kerjanya mengkonfirmasi ulang tiket mereka dan sewaktu check in di bandara. AS nggak pernah sedikit pun terlihat &lt;em&gt;bossy&lt;/em&gt;, sehingga orang akan dengan senang hati membantu beliau tanpa diminta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun sibuk, tapi AS selalu menyempatkan diri untuk menyapa staff-nya, atau membalas sapaan atau godaan dari staff. Beliau rajin mengingatkan staff untuk menyeimbangkan kehidupan personal dan profesional, dan akan mulai ribut ’mengusir’ staff pulang ke rumah bila hari sudah mulai gelap. Beliau selalu menyediakan waktu untuk mendengarkan staff, di sela-sela jadwalnya yang sangat padat. Pintu kamarnya selalu terbuka untuk siapapun dan dalam situasi apapun. Pada saat-saat krisis, seperti pada waktu Tsunami dan gempa di Jogja, AS nggak panik dan langsung bergerak cepat. Beliau sangat dihormati oleh kolega dari lembaga donor lain dan juga pemerintah Indonesia. Singkatnya, AS adalah salah satu pemimpin terbaik yang pernah kita miliki di agency. Tidak akan pernah ada kata-kata yang bisa melukiskan betapa istimewanya beliau bagi orang-orang yang pernah bekerja dan berteman dengannya; untuk melukiskan betapa besar kehilangan yang dirasakan oleh keluarga, sanak saudara, kerabat, teman dan koleganya. &lt;em&gt;AS, you’re irreplaceable and will be greatly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good bye, AS. May your soul rest in peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-117377735571652089?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/117377735571652089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=117377735571652089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/117377735571652089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/117377735571652089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/03/tribute-to-as.html' title='A Tribute to AS'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-116841828926650917</id><published>2007-01-10T15:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T15:39:21.520+07:00</updated><title type='text'>And they live happily ever after… (and then what??)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hampir semua anak pernah mendengar cerita Cinderella, Putri Salju, Putri Tidur (Sleeping Beauty), Bawang Merah dan Bawang Putih, Ande-ande lumut, dan Jaka Tarub. Inti dari seluruh cerita itu adalah seorang perempuan muda yang mengalami penderitaan tiada akhir, dan akhirnya terlepas dari derita itu berkat pertolongan seorang pemuda/pangeran gagah dan tampan. Pasangan itu pun menikah dan hidup bahagia selamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebetulnya mungkin tidak ada yang aneh atau salah dalam cerita-cerita itu, tapi pertanyaan yang diajukan oleh Debbie pada hari pertama tahun 2007 membuat gue berpikir. Pertanyaannya sih sederhana, “Apa yang loe pelajari dari pernikahan?” Jawabannya beragam, tapi jawaban final dari gue, “Yang pasti, nggak ada tuh cerita live happily ever after seperti Cinderella atau Putri Salju. Yang ada, pernikahan adalah awal dari sebuah perjalanan dan perjuangan yang panjang”. Ketiga temen gue mengiyakan, dan tiba-tiba kita teringat cerita-cerita dongeng Walt Disney. Semua dongeng itu berhenti pada kalimat, “… and they live happily ever after”. Tapi setelah itu nggak pernah diceritakan bagaimana kisah hidup para perempuan itu, apakah mereka terus bahagia, apakah kemudian suami mereka atau mereka sendiri jatuh cinta lagi pada orang lain. Siapa tau Cinderella selingkuh dengan Jaka Tarub, Putri Salju jadi bulimia dan neurotic karena tertekan oleh tingkah suaminya yang suka menyiksa dia, dan Putri Tidur bunuh diri setelah memergoki suaminya sedang tidur dengan seorang lelaki muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, maksudnya apa? Sebetulnya sederhana, bahwa pernikahan bukanlah akhir dari sebuah perjalanan, bahwa pernikahan tidak menjamin kebahagiaan seseorang (apalagi sampai seumur hidup), bahwa pernikahan tidak seperti yang digambarkan dalam cerita dongeng Walt Disney atau cerita-cerita rakyat kita. Tapi jangan salah paham dengan menyimpulkan bahwa pernikahan adalah neraka dunia yang selalu membawa derita. Tidak ada yang salah dengan lembaga itu. Kesalahan ada pada aktor yang terlibat, yaitu persepsi kita tentang pernikahan dan konsekuensinya pada expectation dan sikap kita terhadap pasangan maupun lembaga pernikahan itu sendiri. It takes two to tango, butuh kesepakatan, komitmen, saling pengertian, dan kerjasama yang kuat di antara dua orang yang terlibat dalam kontrak tersebut. Jadi, agak kurang pas kalau orang melangkah ke jenjang pernikahan dengan harapan akan hidup bahagia selamanya dengan pasangannya; atau tadinya nggak bahagia, berharap pernikahan bisa memberikan kebahagiaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…, tapi sebetulnya gue masih bertanya-tanya, gimana ya kelanjutan cerita Cinderella dan teman-temannya setelah menikah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-116841828926650917?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/116841828926650917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=116841828926650917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116841828926650917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116841828926650917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-they-live-happily-ever-after-and.html' title='And they live happily ever after… (and then what??)'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-116821680828780078</id><published>2007-01-08T07:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:15:09.721+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Kalau...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kalau aku sering merangkul bahumu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;aku sedang berkata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"aku tak pernah ingin jauh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kalau aku sering menggenggam tanganmu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;aku ingin berkata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"aku yang akan menjagamu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kalau kau pernah terkejut dengan pemberian kecil itu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;aku sedang berkata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"aku ingin kita setia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kalau tawamu itu karena kelakarku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;aku hendak berkata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"aku ingin kau bahagia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kalau aku sering mengusap kepalamu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;aku memang sedang berkata,&lt;br /&gt;"sayang ini melimpah untukmu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(&lt;em&gt;Puisi cinta Totet untuk Santi, April 2006&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-116821680828780078?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/116821680828780078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=116821680828780078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116821680828780078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116821680828780078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/01/kalau.html' title='Kalau...'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-116787191016888087</id><published>2007-01-04T07:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:35:10.923+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's resolution (in a fuzzy order)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;1. Develop a career plan&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to the gym more regularly&lt;br /&gt;3. Develop a financial plan&lt;br /&gt;4. Be stronger, bolder and fearless &lt;br /&gt;5. Frequently stay in touch with friends and spend more time with them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff66;"&gt;6. Make a preparation for further study &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-116787191016888087?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/116787191016888087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=116787191016888087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116787191016888087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116787191016888087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-resolution-in-fuzzy-order.html' title='New Year&apos;s resolution (in a fuzzy order)'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-116787163718230299</id><published>2007-01-04T07:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:15:09.722+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Black Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sky is not as blue as it was after the rain,&lt;br /&gt;stars do not spark brightly anymore,&lt;br /&gt;but I know sun still shines everyday,&lt;br /&gt;and moon will rise to light up the evening sky,&lt;br /&gt;until the day I found there is another heart you have missed…   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought our home starts to crumble&lt;br /&gt;when you long for another nest,&lt;br /&gt;I thought the world has collapsed&lt;br /&gt;when your heart is missing an unknown soul, &lt;br /&gt;I thought eternal darkness has fallen&lt;br /&gt;when you wish someone else be with you in the cold winter nights…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said there’s no other home but ours,&lt;br /&gt;no other heart you miss,&lt;br /&gt;no one you would rather to grow old with,&lt;br /&gt;But we have drifted apart,&lt;br /&gt;and seems like the door has closed for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my world has changed,&lt;br /&gt;the day I found there is another soul you love… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;23 December 2006&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/24169793-116787163718230299?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/116787163718230299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=116787163718230299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116787163718230299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116787163718230299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2007/01/black-christmas.html' title='Black Christmas'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-116668457134464208</id><published>2006-12-21T13:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T14:02:51.346+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strangest Time in The Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Bulan Desember.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;kabut turun, angin sejuk semilir, hujan rintik, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;wangi tanah basah, hijau dedaunan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;menghapus penat yang menumpuk, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;menyapu cemas yang menggayut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;sekaligus menabur resah, memercikkan rindu pada bayangan tak tentu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Natal tinggal empat hari lagi. Buat gue, bulan Desember adalah bulan yang paling aneh dalam setahun, mengaduk-aduk emosi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Gembira, karena berarti ada libur seminggu di akhir bulan; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;cemas, karena tahun akan berganti dan kita nggak tau apa yang menunggu di depan; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;males, terbayang sejuta acara keluarga besar, yang kalau dituruti bisa menghabiskan waktu seminggu penuh (hehehehe....); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;sedih, waktu berlalu begitu cepat tanpa pernah kita berhenti sejenak untuk sekedar menyapa orang-orang terkasih atau menikmati indahnya butiran air hujan yang turun; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;rindu, entah pada siapa atau apa, tapi begitu ngelangut, menyesakkan dada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yang pasti, ini saat untuk berhenti, diam dan mendengarkan suara di dalam hati; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;saat untuk menghirup wanginya tanah basah yang disiram hujan; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;saat untuk menikmati hangatnya matahari pagi; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;saat untuk menyapa mereka yang terlupakan di tengah kesibukan; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;saat untuk merajut kembali tali kasih yang sempat terurai bebas ditiup angin; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;saat untuk kembali ke fitrah kita sebagai manusia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;yang hanya bisa bersandar pada sang Empunya Hidup... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Selamat Natal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;semoga iman, harapan, kasih dan damai selalu beserta kita semua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-116668457134464208?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/116668457134464208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=116668457134464208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116668457134464208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116668457134464208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2006/12/strangest-time-in-year_21.html' title='The Strangest Time in The Year'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-116581321297190427</id><published>2006-12-11T11:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:15:09.722+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Anakmu Bukan Milikmu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your children are not your children,&lt;br /&gt;They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself&lt;br /&gt;They come through you but not from you,&lt;br /&gt;And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you&lt;br /&gt;You may give them your love but not your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;For they have their own thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You may house their bodies but not their souls,&lt;br /&gt;For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you,&lt;br /&gt;For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth,&lt;br /&gt;The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far&lt;br /&gt;Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness,&lt;br /&gt;For even as He loves the arrow that flies, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so He loves also the bow that is stable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Children, Kahlil Gibran&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hidup manusia bagaikan cross country marathon, dengan sejumlah titik perhentian yang melambangkan pencapaian kita dalam lomba tersebut. Manusia lahir, tumbuh kembang menjadi seorang anak kecil, memasuki masa remaja, melangkah ke masa dewasa muda, kemudian menjadi individu dewasa dengan segala tanggung jawab baru - bekerja, menikah, beranak-pinak, menikmati masa tua, sampai akhirnya kembali pada sang Khalik. Proses ini dianggap sebagai sebuah kelaziman yang berlaku universal, dengan perkecualian mereka yang memilih untuk hidup selibat. Pilihan itu pun seringkali dipertanyakan, dengan berbagai spekulasi mengenai motif dan alasannya. Apakah dia homoseksual, apakah dia pernah mengalami trauma masa kecil sehingga tidak mampu menjalin hubungan intim dengan orang lain, dan seribu satu pertanyaan lainnya. Begitu sulitkah menerima kenyataan bahwa ada sejumlah orang yang punya pilihan berbeda dengan pilihan orang lain pada umumnya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Saat seseorang memasuki siklus kehidupan dewasa, berbagai pertanyaan standar seolah membuntuti dirinya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Masa dewasa muda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kuliah di mana? Jurusan apa? Kenapa ambil jurusan itu, emang nanti kalau lulus kerjanya apa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ketika satu fase kehidupan menjadi mahasiswa sudah dilalui, pertanyaan dan komentar baru pun muncul. Kapan kerja? Kerja di mana? Kenapa kerja di situ, 'kan duitnya nggak banyak. Kapan menikah? Jangan terlalu pemilih, yang penting cari calon yang baik dan masa depannya cerah. Apalagi sih yang ditunggu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Saat fase itu berlalu, lingkungan sosial kita seolah tidak pernah puas dan lelah bertanya dan berkomentar tanpa diminta. Sudah punya anak belum? Kenapa belum? Jangan ditunda lama-lama dong. Coba ke dokter X atau ke klinik Y, banyak makan tauge dan kerang, supaya subur. Lebih baik berhenti kerja, supaya nggak stress. Punya anak enak lho, nggak kesepian, ketika tua ada yang mengurusi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Di tengah situasi dunia yang carut-marut dengan kemiskinan, bencana alam, pembodohan massal, kekerasan, pertumpahan darah, dan kekejian, apa layak kita menghadirkan manusia baru seandainya kita tidak mampu memberikan masa depan dan dunia yang baik padanya? Apakah adil bila kita menghadirkannya hanya untuk mengurusi kita di saat kita sakit dan menjadi tua? Bagaimana mungkin kita menghadirkan manusia baru kalau kita sendiri tidak mampu bertanggung jawab terhadap hidup kita? Buat apa kita menghadirkan manusia baru bila hanya menjadi pajangan dan mainan yang bisa kita pamerkan pada lingkungan kita, tetapi kemudian kita serahkan pada orang lain untuk mengasuhnya saat kita punya prioritas lain yang dianggap lebih penting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sementara begitu banyak anak yang masih terlantar di panti-panti asuhan; mengais rejeki di pinggir jalan maupun di sentra-sentra industri, dengan upah yang minim dan kondisi kerja yang sangat tidak layak bagi seorang manusia muda; menanggung derita penganiayaan fisik maupun seksual dari orang-orang terdekatnya, yang seharusnya memberikan perlindungan dan kasih sayang; mengangkat senjata demi mempertahankan sebuah konsep yang tidak mereka mengerti.....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Memiliki anak memang pilihan yang mulia; tapi memilih untuk tidak memiliki anak dan lebih memilih untuk mendedikasikan hidup untuk sebuah tujuan yang lebih besar dan bermanfaat bagi lebih banyak orang, rasanya juga tidak kalah mulia. Dalam hidup, kita harus selalu membuat pilihan. Kadang kita memilih hal yang salah, tapi justru dari situ lah kita belajar untuk memperbaiki diri. Akan banyak pertanyaan dan komentar yang muncul, saat kita membuat keputusan yang tidak umum. Namun demikan, pilihan dan keputusan yang kita buat tidak harus dipertanggungjawabkan pada orang lain, melainkan pada sang Empunya Kehidupan.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-116581321297190427?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/116581321297190427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=116581321297190427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116581321297190427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116581321297190427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2006/12/anakmu-bukan-milikmu.html' title='Anakmu Bukan Milikmu'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-116521195175142208</id><published>2006-12-04T12:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:16:12.677+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Soulmate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;From Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulmate (or soul mate) is a term sometimes used to designate someone with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, friendship, love, intimacy, sexuality, and/or compatibility. A related concept is that of the twin flame or twin soul – thought to be the ultimate soulmate, the one and only other half of one's soul, for which all souls are driven to find and join. However, not everyone who uses these terms intends them to carry such mystical connotations; they are sometimes used simply as an expression of strong emotional feeling for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greek mythology believes that originally humans were combined of 4 arms, 4 legs, and a single head made of 2 faces, but Zeus feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spending their lives searching for the other half to complete them. This theory was presented as a half-serious story byAristophanes in Plato's Symposium, after all the participants at the Symposium ("drinking party") were charged to philosophize on the topic of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau menurut pengalaman gue sendiri, soulmate adalah orang (bisa lawan jenis atau sesama jenis) dengan siapa kita mempunyai ikatan batin yang kuat. Kebetulan waktu itu kita tinggal di kota yang berbeda, tapi ada ikatan yang kuat di antara kita. Tanpa perlu berkata-kata, dia tau pergulatan batin macam apa yang sedang berkecamuk di dalam hati gue. Dia 'mendengar' saat hati kecil gue membisikkan namanya, dan dia menghubungi gue saat gue butuh untuk bicara dengannya. Begitu juga sebaliknya. Koneksi yang kuat bisa jadi karena saat itu ada perasaan indah yang tumbuh di antara kita, tapi toh sampai saat ini, saat kita berada di jalan yang berbeda, ikatan itu masih ada, meskipun mungkin nggak sekuat dulu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ada temen gue yang pernah nanya, trus gimana kalo kita ketemu soulmate setelah menikah? Wah..., soulmate sih nggak harus selalu lawan jenis atau dalam kerangka hubungan romantis. Buat gue, yang penting klik banget dengan orang itu, dan tanpa harus ngomong pun, kita udah saling ngerti. Kalau yang dia bilang sih namanya jatuh cinta lagi, bukan ketemu soulmate :p. Itu soal lain lagi, yang bisa jadi bahan renungan tersendiri. Idealnya, soulmate adalah lawan jenis, yang kemudian bisa menjadi pasangan hidup kita, meskipun tetep harus ada usaha dan &lt;em&gt;maintenance&lt;/em&gt; dari kedua belah pihak (bukan berarti jalan tol tanpa hambatan...). Tapi dalam hidup, kita nggak selalu bisa mendapatkan apa yang kita inginkan, sehingga menemukan soulmate yang sesungguhnya pun sudah menjadi sebuah anugerah besar buat gue, yang akan gue syukuri setiap hari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyway..., ini lagu favorit gue dan temen gue si kolor kuning (bukan nama sebenarnya) tentang soulmate, dari Kahitna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ketika engkau datang, di saat diri ini tak mungkin menggapaimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Meskipun t'lah kau sematkan cinta, di balik senyuman indah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;kau jadikan seakan nyata, seolah kau belahan jiwa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;meskipun tak mungkin lagi 'tuk menjadi pasanganku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;namun kuyakini cinta, kau kekasih hati... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Terkadang begitu sukar untuk dimengerti, semua ini kita terlambat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;meskipun tlah kau semaikan cinta, di balik senyuman indah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;kau jadikan seakan nyata, seolah kau belahan jiwa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;meskipun tak mungkin lagi 'tuk menjadi pasanganku, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;namun ku yakini cinta, kau kekasih hati... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;(For SS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-116521195175142208?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/116521195175142208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=116521195175142208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116521195175142208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116521195175142208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2006/12/soulmate.html' title='Soulmate'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-116495191428486123</id><published>2006-12-01T12:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:15:09.723+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Dalam Doaku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dalam doaku subuh ini kau menjelma langit yang semalaman tak memejamkan mata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yang meluas bening siap menerima cahaya pertama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yang melengkung hening karena akan menerima suara-suara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ketika matahari mengambang tenang di atas kepala,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dalam doaku kau menjelma pucuk-pucuk cemara yang hijau senantiasa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yang tak henti-hentinya mengajukan pertanyaan muskil kepada angin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yang mendesau entah dari mana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dalam doaku sore ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kau menjelma seekor burung gereja yang mengibas-ibaskan bulunya dalam gerimis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yang hinggap di ranting dan menggugurkan bulu-bulu bunga jambu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yang tiba-tiba gelisah dan terbang lalu hinggap di dahan mangga itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maghrib ini dalam doaku kau menjelma angin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yang turun sangat perlahan dari nun di sana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bersijingkat di jalan dan menyentuh-nyentuhkan pipi dan bibirnya di rambut, dahi, dan bulu-bulu mataku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dalam doa malamku kau menjelma denyut jantungku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yang dengan sabar bersitahan terhadap rasa sakit yang entah batasnya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yang setia mengusut rahasia demi rahasia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yang tak putus-putusnya bernyanyi bagi kehidupanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aku mencintaimu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Itu sebabnya aku takkan pernah selesai mendoakan keselamatanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Sapardi Joko Damono, 1989, kumpulan sajak "Hujan Bulan Juni")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-116495191428486123?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/116495191428486123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=116495191428486123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116495191428486123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116495191428486123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2006/12/dalam-doaku.html' title='Dalam Doaku'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-116484848221367654</id><published>2006-11-30T07:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:26:12.520+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do People Change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Semalam gue ketemuan dengan temen lama di SMA, yang udah bertahun-tahun nggak ketemu. Seperti biasa dong, ada dua perempuan yang udah lama nggak ketemu, langsung deh update dengan kehidupan pribadi masing-masing, diselingi dengan sesi curhat. Topik percakapan sih nggak jauh-jauh deh, soal kehidupan pernikahan dan keluarga, juga update soal temen-temen lama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yang menarik adalah cerita dia tentang sebuah film (maap deh, nggak tau judulnya! ;p), yang mengisahkan seorang pengacara top yang sering menangani kasus-kasus &lt;em&gt;high profile&lt;/em&gt;. Kehidupannya digambarkan sukses bergelimang uang, punya istri cantik dan keluarga yang harmonis. Pada suatu hari sang pengacara memutuskan untuk menangani kasus kriminal yang sensitif, sarat dengan isyu rasial karena sang klien berkulit hitam. Singkat kata, kasus itu menimbulkan riak dalam kehidupan sang pengacara dan keluarganya, dan sang istri mengajukan keberatan atas kasus yang sedang ditangani suaminya. Tapi namanya juga laki-laki, kekeuh pisan dengan pendiriannya, sehingga akhirnya sang istri mengajukan permohonan cerai. Sang istri berkata, "Kamu sudah berubah, kamu tidak seperti dulu lagi", dan dijawab oleh suaminya, "Ya, aku memang berubah. Kamu yang tidak pernah berubah, sejak pertama kali kita bertemu dulu". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Buat temen gue, film ini seolah mengingatkan dia bahwa manusia berubah, sehingga mau nggak mau kita pun harus menyesuaikan diri dengan perubahan itu. Buat gue sendiri, manusia harus berubah, nggak bisa begitu-begitu aja dari dulu. Kalau manusia nggak mau berubah, apa bedanya kita dengan keledai? Sehingga buat gue rasanya nggak masuk akal kalau ada yang bilang, jangan pernah berharap pasanganmu atau si X atau Y akan berubah. Yang ada, orang itu nggak mau berubah, nggak mau menyesuaikan diri dengan lingkungannya. Maka..., jadilah dia seekor keledai!! ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gue sendiri harus mengakui bahwa gue udah banyak berubah. Nothing surprises me, nothing seems to faze me... Jadi kalo ada berita perselingkuhan, perceraian, reorientasi seksual, pertengkaran, drama, dll, gue kayaknya hampir selalu bisa menerima berita itu dengan besar hati ;p. Dan yang lebih penting, gue belajar untuk tidak memberikan penilaian apapun terhadap para pelaku yang terlibat di dalam drama tersebut, karena kita hanya penonton dan pengamat dari luar, yang nggak tau kejadian sebenarnya, dan apa yang ada di dalam kepala para pelaku tersebut. Yang lebih penting lagi, kita nggak pernah bisa meramalkan masa depan. Siapa tau suatu saat kita yang jadi "actor of the year" dengan topik yang sangat menghebohkan. Apa kita mau dan senang ketika orang menudingkan jarinya ke kita, sementara mereka nggak tau pergulatan batin macam apa yang sedang kita hadapi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-116484848221367654?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/116484848221367654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=116484848221367654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116484848221367654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/116484848221367654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-people-change.html' title='Do People Change?'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-115284998070495003</id><published>2006-07-14T10:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:12:17.710+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catatan akhir minggu - 14 July 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kurang lebih sejak sebulan terakhir, ada kebiasaan untuk bikin catatan akhir minggu yang dimulai oleh PE. Sejak minggu lalu, gue menyumbang catatan gue, sebagai catatan tandingan dari Kebon Sirih. Ini cuplikan catatan gue minggu ini, yang terinspirasi dari obrolan makan siang hari Rabu dengan tiga temen yang kebetulan sama-sama udah berstatus 'nyonya'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot topic of the week: MARRIAGE LIFE. Gue selalu menganalogikan hidup perkawinan seperti benteng - yang di dalam pengen keluar, sementara yang di luar pengen masuk ke dalam. Meskipun udah mengikuti berbagai teori yang ada di majalah, prakteknya nggak semudah yang dibayangkan. Menurut mbak Nina, kalo dulu ibaratnya seperti lampu yang terangnya 100 watt, sekarang ini tinggal 5 watt aja. Kalau dulu kesenggol aja udah kesetrum, sekarang mau diapain aja udah kebal seperti gedebok pisang, hahahahahaha.... Masih menurut mbak Nina lagi, justru yang haram-haram ini yang enak dan setrumannya kenceng banget, bo'!! ;p Mbak Nina..., buah nangka, buah semangka, nggak nyangka, nggak nyangka... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah..., kalo setrumannya tinggal 5 watt, trus gimana dong? Apakah masih mungkin lampu yang hampir padam itu di-charge lagi? Apakah hal-hal atau kebiasaan yang dulu membuat kita jatuh cinta pada pasangan kita, sekarang masih terasa cute dan indah, atau malah jadi mengesalkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ternyata udah dicoba sulit (karena kita lagi mengalami krisis listrik), apa yang harus dilakukan? Ganti lampu baru atau dibiarkan menjadi padam sama sekali? Buat pasangan yang punya anak, mungkin ini faktor yang membuat mereka bertahan dalam pernikahan, sementara de facto, mereka udah jalan sendiri-sendiri. Tapi buat yang enggak?? Ada beberapa hipotesis: karena pengaruh sosial yang masih menganggap tabu perceraian, takut hidup sendiri, gengsi dan demi public relations, atau salah satu tergantung secara ekonomi maupun secara kejiwaan (tentu aja masih ada faktor lainnya). Mungkin nggak bertahan dalam pernikahan dan menjadi teman, sementara masing-masing ya berjalan dengan kehidupannya sendiri-sendiri dan tidak saling mengganggu privacy satu sama lain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menambah rumit diskusi, gimana kalau ada cinta lain yang tiba-tiba 'nyelonong kayak bajaj? Seperti lagunya Titi DJ, "Salahkah aku bila kini, ada asmara lain di hati..." Bukankah pernah ada yang mengatakan bahwa cinta seperti pencuri yang datang di malam hari. Kita nggak pernah tau kapan dia datang, dan di rumah siapa dia akan mentargetkan sasarannya. Au' ah, gelap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nggak ada kesimpulannya, karena semua tergantung lagi pada tiap individu untuk mengolahnya. Tapi buat yang sedang menikmati kehidupan pernikahan, dinikmati aja selagi masih bisa dan selagi lampunya masih terang-benderang ;-). Nanti kita compare notes in two or three years time ;p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-115284998070495003?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/115284998070495003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=115284998070495003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/115284998070495003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/115284998070495003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2006/07/catatan-akhir-minggu-14-july-2006.html' title='Catatan akhir minggu - 14 July 2006'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-114362215277957668</id><published>2006-03-29T15:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:11:29.763+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berselingkuh yang Baik dan Benar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. Jangan pernah mengaku, meskipun engaku di bawah todongan pistol sekalipun.&lt;br /&gt;2. Selalu siap dengan alibi&lt;br /&gt;3. Jangan pernah meninggalkan jejak – hapus semua email dan sms yang pernah anda kirim maupun terima. Rasa sentimental hanya akan membuat anda tertangkap basah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi jangan lupa…., what goes around, comes around…… Kalau pasangan kita ternyata juga berselingkuh, ya nggak boleh marah duongg... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-114362215277957668?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/114362215277957668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=114362215277957668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/114362215277957668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/114362215277957668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2006/03/berselingkuh-yang-baik-dan-benar.html' title='Berselingkuh yang Baik dan Benar'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-114309893235094103</id><published>2006-03-23T14:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:29:19.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'>To rebonding or Not to be....</title><content type='html'>Pada suatu hari Minggu sore, gue memutuskan untuk mengunjungi Ismet, hairstylist gue, di sebuah salon di daerah Menteng. Resepsionis salon bilang kalau Ismet hari itu nggak masuk. Berhubung gue udah gerah banget sama rambut gue yang udah hampir satu tahun nggak pernah tersentuh gunting rambut, gue tetep nekad pergi ke salon dan pasrah aja sama pilihan mbak resepsionis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai di salon, rambut gue dicuci, dan setelah itu gue duduk manis di kursi sambil baca-baca majalah dengan sampul mengkilap dan dihiasi wajah cantik. Busyeet…, udah setengah jama nih gue nunggu, tapi belum ada tanda-tanda akan mulai ‘penjagalan’. Akhirnya nggak lama kemudian datenglah si empunya salon yang hairstylist super kondang di metropolitan Jakarta ini. Sambil mulai megang-megang rambut gue, dia nanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Kenapa sih rambutnya nggak direbonding aja?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...., ini dia nih! Dengan sabar gue jawab, ” Enggak ah, entar rambut jadi kering dan rusak”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Enggak kok. Naila aja direbonding rambutnya,” jawab si top hairstylist ini kekeuh. GUBRAAAKK!!! Naila, model kondang berkulit gelap dan berambut keriting itu, akhirnya menyerah pada tekanan publik yang mengagung-agungkan perempuan berambut lurus panjang? Apa yang terjadi pada dunia? Apakah ini tanda-tanda akhir zaman, saat di mana semua perempuan di muka bumi ini akhirnya tunduk pada image (yang dibuat entah oleh siapa) dan mitos kecantikan yang menyatakan bahwa perempuan cantik adalah perempuan berkulit putih dan berbadan langsing seperti gitar, dengan rambut lurus panjang bak mayang terurai. Naila, oh Naila,  runtuhlah kepercayaan diriku mendengar kabar yang sangat mengejutkan ini. Tahukah kamu bahwa selama ini kamulah yang menjadi inspirasiku, membuat aku akhirnya mencintai rambut keritingku yang dulu sangat kubenci, dan kekeuh bertahan terhadap gempuran promosi rebonding dan smoothing?? Kalau akhirnya kamu menyerah pada tekanan para hairstylists, bagaimana dengan nasib perempuan berambut keriting lainnya? Bagaimana dengan nasib gue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang hairstylist kondang itu menolak untuk menggunting rambut gue sampai gue memutuskan untuk rebonding. Sebetulnya gue bisa aja marah-marah dan memaki-maki dia karena nggak bisa melayani pelanggan dengan baik dan juga menuduh dia nggak kompeten karena dikasih rambut keriting aja udah ’nyerah. Tapi berhubung saat itu gue masih shock berat gara-gara kabar Naila, gue akhirnya setuju aja waktu dia memberikan instruksi pada staffnya untuk mencatok rambut gue, supaya gue bisa liat bedanya muka gue dengan rambut lurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emang sih, muka gue keliatan lain dan gue suka juga dengan wajah yang terlihat di cermin. Tapi gue masih nggak rela untuk tunduk pada tekanan untuk mengikuti ’aturan’ umum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tekanan untuk rebonding ternyata nggak berhenti sampai di situ. Beberapa hari yang lalu gue memutuskan untuk gunting rambut di sebuah salon di Plaza Indonesia, sambil menunggu waktu arisan sama temen-temen gue. Berhubung gue nggak pernah ke salon itu, gue pasrah aja dengan pilihan hairstylist si mbak resepsionis. Waktu si hairstylist ini dateng ke tempat gue duduk, dengan muka prihatin dia mulai megang-megang rambut gue. Dia nggak se-vulgar hairstylist sebelumnya, tapi intinya dia prihatin banget ngeliat rambut keriting gue (lengkap dengan ekspresi wajahnya yang sedih, seolah-olah ’ngeliat ketombe segede biji jagung jatuh dari kepala gue). Duhh...., not again!! Apakah ini konspirasi para hairstylist yang disponsori oleh produsen produk rebonding melawan para perempuan berambut keriting?? Akhirnya lagi-lagi rambut gue dicatok setelah selesai digunting (apa sebetulnya gue udah kecanduan punya rambut keriting?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang salah dengan rambut keriting sih?? Emang rambut keriting itu cenderung kering dan susah banget diatur, tapi itu kan bukan mau gue. Lagian, dikasihnya gitu, ya diterima aja kan? Lagi pula, eksistensi gue sebagai individu ’kan nggak relevan dengan jenis dan model rambut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi...., sebetulnya jauh di lubuk hati, gue masih dilema. Direbonding atau enggak yaaa.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-114309893235094103?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/114309893235094103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=114309893235094103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/114309893235094103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/114309893235094103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-rebonding-or-not-to-be.html' title='To rebonding or Not to be....'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24169793.post-114255544927949698</id><published>2006-03-17T07:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:16:33.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebuah Awal Perjalanan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gue bukan orang yang rajin nulis buku harian. Jaman masih remaja dulu sih punya buku harian dan gue lumayan rajin menumpahkan seluruh isi hati dan uneg-uneg gue di buku harian. Lama-lama makin males, sampai akhirnya nggak pernah lagi punya buku harian. Gue lebih seneng berkorespondensi dengan temen-temen baik gue sebagai sarana untuk menumpahkan isi kepala dan hati gue. Sempat sih memulai lagi nulis buku harian, tapi cuma bertahan seminggu aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus..., kenapa gue akhirnya tertarik untuk bikin blog? (ugh, gue nih udah ketinggalan jaman banget deh!). Belakangan ini banyak hal yang gue pikirin dan penting untuk gue rekam sebagai bahan refleksi. Setelah gue liat-liat blog temen-temen gue, gue tertarik untuk menuangkan isi kepala (dan hati) gue lewat blog. Sama sekali nggak pengen jadi banci tampil, gue cuma pengen punya catatan untuk gue sendiri lewat electronic diary dan bisa pilih disain yang sesuai dengan selera gue tanpa harus gue bikin sendiri (ginilah susahnya jadi orang yang nggak kreatif dan dimanjakan oleh budaya instant...). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hmm..., mudah-mudahan sih nggak anget-anget tai ayam, alias cuma seneng sesaat, abis itu terlupakan, seperti nasib diary gue yang udah-udah :-). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24169793-114255544927949698?l=tiwa-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/feeds/114255544927949698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24169793&amp;postID=114255544927949698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/114255544927949698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24169793/posts/default/114255544927949698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiwa-space.blogspot.com/2006/03/sebuah-awal-perjalanan.html' title='Sebuah Awal Perjalanan'/><author><name>Tiwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00712660197372952671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Wxp4Jg_FlRI/R_oBCHrYqaI/AAAAAAAAABc/0jW1hufG6Ts/S220/My+sketch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
