tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19322524778935805062024-03-14T09:34:56.610+07:00cangkir kopiwife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-84230584081974038222013-02-08T20:19:00.000+07:002013-02-08T20:19:11.378+07:00ResolutionNew year means new resolutions. What is yours? Mine is losing weight. Not much, 3 kilos more. I gained 17 kilos during my pregnancy. Most of my blouses and my bottoms are unfit anymore. I have 6 months to get my body back. And there is 3 months left. Not an easy job, coz i am a breastfeeding mom also. wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-4764997014704103612013-01-31T02:08:00.000+07:002013-02-08T20:20:11.913+07:00Plastic Wrapper for Wet UmbrellaRaining is here. Its better if we always prepare for umbrella or rain coat. But sometimes it’s get inconvenient when we bring wet umbrella into a building, or let say mall. We don't want being warned by guard because our umbrella had littering the floor, do you? Sometimes they ask us to leave wet umbrella in the bin they have provided outside the entry gate without any identity left. But who can guarantee that our umbrella still there when we come back?<br />
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Its remind me of plastic wrapper for umbrella. In Japan they give it for free before us entering building. In some place it’s equipped with its automatic device. Just insert your umbrella in then pull it out toward front. Here are some picts I got from internet. No need to worry about drips.<br />
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<br />wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-82380513395898510382013-01-30T02:37:00.002+07:002013-01-30T02:38:38.713+07:00Redefining HappinessOnce i had dreams, travelling around the globe and taking higher education abroad, trying new things while I was young. But life is a choice and I choose to settle down and marrying the one I love. And my life even more complete when my daughter born. She is the center of my life.<br />
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But sometime when I look at my friends page on Facebook and read their stories about living abroad, I feel bit down. Part of my heart still missed it.<br />
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Sometime we define happiness from others achievement. We tend to compare ours with others. That is why we never been satisfied, instead it make us got depressed. Only us who can set our own happiness. Be grateful with everything we have achieved.<br />
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I still have a dream and I am on it.Indeed, I feel content, be a wife and a mother.wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-56021739945854836072013-01-22T14:36:00.001+07:002013-01-22T16:40:06.324+07:00No More Plastic Bags Please...“Reduce reuse and recycle” has been common tagline. There are massive campaigns around the globe engage us to love more the mother earth. One big action is using less plastic bag especially when do grocery shopping. But what I found was so ironically. <br />
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Whenever we went shopping, the cashiers put the goods into several plastics based on their substances, for instance to separate food from bathroom toiletries. It is a procedure. But we can ask them not to do so, if we really sure that the package is safe and harmless. The supermarket suggest us to buy ecofriendly bag in purpose that we will always bring that bag whenever go shopping so that will reduce the plastic bag consumption. But will you? To be honest, the material is tough, but mostly it has poor looks. <br />
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Why don’t we turn into paper bag? It definitely deteriorated faster than plastic bag. But of course it’s a high cost. But if the customer was offered with that option, I think the customer won’t mind to be charged. It’s a contentment t to participate in environmental movement. Or..<br />
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I like the idea of Starbuck. They give discount for the buyer who brings their own tumbler, not much, around IDR 3000 per cup. Why don’t these ideas brought to supermarket? wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-55550655418749723042013-01-22T00:03:00.000+07:002013-01-22T00:14:48.181+07:00Must Have Items during Rainy Season<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Rain is here,so here are some "must have items" in our bag.<br />
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1. Umbrella<br />
It is the most important one. Choose one that fits with our size and easy to carry. Don't bring too small or even too large that will troublesome. Let alone if we take public transportation everyday.But the hardest is to choose the last longer umbrella. Don’t mind to invest a bit in umbrella if it tough enough. Choose umbrella with minimal skeleton and made form nylon coz this material is dried quickly.<br />
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And the last but not least, choose umbrella which represent your style. Get bored with plain umbrella, choose printed umbrella. Hope it could delighting your day in the middle of pour rain.<br />
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2. Shoes<br />
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We don’t want our favorite shoes get wet, don’t we? Rainy season is the times our jelly shoes collection shown up. It is better to wear wedges rather than flat shoes. To match with our outfit, choose the cream or nude color. Yet, we still can be stylist.<br />
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Please keep your suede bag in the wardrobe during rainy season. It wiser if we wear jelly bag. It can keep our belonging dry. Bring out your tote, coz it all our stuff could fit in. For petite ones, please try not to be drowned in your tote sweeties. Choose the smaller ones.<br />
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4. Outwear<br />
Time to play with our outwear collection. But don't the sheer ones. We need something thick that warm us. Be playful with some color or print.<br />
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5. Plastic bag<br />
Be prepare of anything. Tucked in some plastic bags in your luggage. It is useful to carry our wet umbrella inside the building or cab.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">1</span>. <span style="font-size: x-small;">Maureen (www.cicierobags.com), 2. Harper&Smith Candy Jelly tote (www.zalora.co.id), 3. A-leigh Wedges Leather Crocs, 4. Look Boutique (www.berrybenka.com)</span></div>
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<br />wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-20003386499655044532013-01-16T09:31:00.000+07:002013-01-19T17:38:45.492+07:00MirariIt’s been a year I have post nothing on my blog. I was amazed with another social network media. I become a regular and a fan of several famous blogs, specially fashion and Moslem blogs. It triggered me to look up my own blog, and I miss to write.<br />
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What was happened on me for past a year was awesome. Something that I expect most and something I didn’t expect most. Yup, I got married and I got the change to take Hajj. But there was something that pushed me down coz I had to take major surgery. Quite tough decision, but I believe in His Miracle. And soon, she was born, my miracle, my Mirari, the beauty of my life. Yup, Allah was very kind on me. <br />
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<br />wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-54600838560264446052011-12-22T11:29:00.002+07:002011-12-22T11:31:50.688+07:00NATAN<div align="center">Meet <strong>NATAN</strong> (without H). He is the new member of Mekar 22. This cute little is only one month old. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-Oib3dJKzIPsOm9dPnjmEyLlZoVmPOlC8yRWRzZ9soiMSgqA5WOsGYcLdPhoaXryvjRCx4vDZnRa-_QQFuQKArADEOd4huY7vJXPQuzRGgSwUyqiOjMB-RSqX6wSvcyot26a4cN__0i_/s1600/dsc00944%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688805449938453714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-Oib3dJKzIPsOm9dPnjmEyLlZoVmPOlC8yRWRzZ9soiMSgqA5WOsGYcLdPhoaXryvjRCx4vDZnRa-_QQFuQKArADEOd4huY7vJXPQuzRGgSwUyqiOjMB-RSqX6wSvcyot26a4cN__0i_/s320/dsc00944%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7fSNUgPclshTZ4zFrXZkD7hTdTFpckWL1nD9rBRI0W4h3RNhxq-yu4Wi4wS0qO4lI3lkCDJM4kRZCfmczVsiILxnHTkCnxXIPpjgPIrsT3qgwvD6kwMUi0r9oQ7rJywIG5CrMjfFbw6ja/s1600/dsc00942%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688805448337444370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7fSNUgPclshTZ4zFrXZkD7hTdTFpckWL1nD9rBRI0W4h3RNhxq-yu4Wi4wS0qO4lI3lkCDJM4kRZCfmczVsiILxnHTkCnxXIPpjgPIrsT3qgwvD6kwMUi0r9oQ7rJywIG5CrMjfFbw6ja/s320/dsc00942%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-8821844763349730152011-12-21T22:47:00.004+07:002011-12-21T23:08:01.618+07:00Beautiful Moments<div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I got to the office too early. It was so silence, nobody around, but the office boy. Then I took Duha prayer. The atmosphere reminded me of Nabawi Mosque. It was so solemnly and peacefully with the vacuum-cleaner roaring around.</span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I miss that moment. I wish I could go there again. Here are some picts I took during Hajj.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Meet Nana, the youngest Hajjah in my group</span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5rVgDdVR1PJlUCY4dL_mdqhhN2ZCErR_OR8K_kU59Xfsim8AZ2ka5UHmyAdimHylNryxHc3lXAKkoVNfiG5KVf8FGhWKHKnGvSdArx36VJ0faqY4SyF0d-7CRoHRRfvKG4yCFHptJ-BKk/s1600/DSC05329.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5rVgDdVR1PJlUCY4dL_mdqhhN2ZCErR_OR8K_kU59Xfsim8AZ2ka5UHmyAdimHylNryxHc3lXAKkoVNfiG5KVf8FGhWKHKnGvSdArx36VJ0faqY4SyF0d-7CRoHRRfvKG4yCFHptJ-BKk/s320/DSC05329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688612169179854386" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwQUge9m2GqN7AzRJeIEYdFnLnr5VGUA75YQNQppuveNOv1PvkdKHEVUhPXdDO6uQLbNT5rjaOG25kUQWmw8HAUpelfWXXbEp05_2B8m5FsWmO1acWWS7U0Ud68h4VxGrt88qIWQah5Fy/s1600/DSC05309.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwQUge9m2GqN7AzRJeIEYdFnLnr5VGUA75YQNQppuveNOv1PvkdKHEVUhPXdDO6uQLbNT5rjaOG25kUQWmw8HAUpelfWXXbEp05_2B8m5FsWmO1acWWS7U0Ud68h4VxGrt88qIWQah5Fy/s320/DSC05309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688612162510906482" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Nabawi's Mosque</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkeCyIJ9t-u0PW1FvjfObBl9WreUrw_Koawa0Q3eXCT13-4bDUAllU2W6xAyHCFzvDfHYfFUhSiv6TxUFiE4DOrp6yOaYpC6p7LxLHAb7MXg_heFG-EZx8sq7j5yjC00wq5EeCNgRFGG1B/s1600/DSC05392.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkeCyIJ9t-u0PW1FvjfObBl9WreUrw_Koawa0Q3eXCT13-4bDUAllU2W6xAyHCFzvDfHYfFUhSiv6TxUFiE4DOrp6yOaYpC6p7LxLHAb7MXg_heFG-EZx8sq7j5yjC00wq5EeCNgRFGG1B/s320/DSC05392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688612159027571922" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Never been this close</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmZ7EPAKDLvHVg3x0BCanFj4UWNkroS8pvr3CCzJr-5C_PCKanQDdIHxekfQe93voTFRWLMhLoDOTdOeOZWfAKnOEWBCRC5HkPcmnImnYYrq6LWquTXdR1ovqfSYyY4pG1qHciG8rE5m30/s1600/DSC05348.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmZ7EPAKDLvHVg3x0BCanFj4UWNkroS8pvr3CCzJr-5C_PCKanQDdIHxekfQe93voTFRWLMhLoDOTdOeOZWfAKnOEWBCRC5HkPcmnImnYYrq6LWquTXdR1ovqfSYyY4pG1qHciG8rE5m30/s320/DSC05348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688612147175815634" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yup, we were in Dubai also</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjve4kcpGoc-G26VUAilFtwv1F6WWDWmOw26oJe5Z3YWIzBszFE1inwCmh3lXZzUqlJtSWwvg71s-OSCY5MKlYyME9m2VPsC7s6QbuuWKtNBKhRv_9DLPqC9PCNh8zhXlvIYzrNAvfhXxn3/s1600/DSC05264.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjve4kcpGoc-G26VUAilFtwv1F6WWDWmOw26oJe5Z3YWIzBszFE1inwCmh3lXZzUqlJtSWwvg71s-OSCY5MKlYyME9m2VPsC7s6QbuuWKtNBKhRv_9DLPqC9PCNh8zhXlvIYzrNAvfhXxn3/s320/DSC05264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688612147066096370" /></a>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-66880864482983542302011-12-19T11:32:00.001+07:002011-12-19T20:42:12.637+07:00Take the Medicine<div align="left">It’s been the third time I took the medicine. Alhamdulillah, nothing’s matter so far. Many women said had experienced the effects of that medicine, for instances gain weight, have acnes, always feel thirsty, easily get tired and sweltering every time. From those effects, I am suffering the last most. Every hour suddenly my body get sweaty even tough inside air conditioning buildings.</div><br /><div align="left"><br />I took tapros.</div>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-56283692944943494142011-09-20T18:52:00.003+07:002011-09-20T19:21:40.878+07:00Ssshhh Huuuahhh....Menurutku orang yang suka makanan pedas adalah orang yang mendzalimi diri sendiri. Maksudnya adalah pedas cabe loh ya, bukan merica. Bagaimana datang? (baca : how come?). Bayangin.. tangan aja yang kena cabe panasnya ga ketulungan, gimana ama usus n lambung kita? Beberapa hari yang lalu aku nyobain bebek sambel ijo yang terkenal di daerah tebet. Katanya sambelnya maknyuss... ngalah-ngalahin sp*s*** sambal. Bener dong, perutku langsung panas. Tadi siang aku kembali uji nyali icip-icip iga goreng sambal mercon di daerah Joe. Biar lebih mantep, enakan makannya pake tangan. Tapi meskipun udah cuci tangan, panasnya masih terasa di tangan. Alhasil, sampai kantor perutku mules. <div><br /></div><div>Efek panas sambal masih terasa meskipun udah cuci tangan berkali-kali. Astaghfirullah.. engga lagi-lagi deh, kasian perut. Biar kata mulut masih sanggup dan pengen nambah, tapi andai saja lambung ama usus boleh teriak protes. Udah dikasih kenikmatan sehat, jangan deh dibikin sakit. </div><div><br /></div><div>:D</div>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-49179544592294834842011-07-29T23:42:00.002+07:002011-07-29T23:47:56.233+07:00me and acneHaving dry-skin face doesn't mean you are free of acne. It could emerge in every place but face.wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-6173358580137969612011-06-17T20:56:00.000+07:002011-06-17T20:57:37.368+07:00Good Bye<p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I don't like when my parent call me in unusual time. The usually call in the morning or after dark, just to know how was my day, my work or telling stories. But not in the noon or in the evening, except it was really important, and most of them was bad news. They told me that Pakde A passed way. Then eyang B passes away. Then Bulek C passed away. And this evening my mother called me. I had a bad feeling before pick up my cell phone.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:IN"> </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">No.. not again please. From her voice, I knew there is something happened. My beloved Budhe passed away. I just stood in silent.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I just want to go there to see her for the last time. A woman that ha</span><span lang="IN" style="mso-ansi-language:IN">s</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"> been a </span><span lang="IN" style="mso-ansi-language:IN">second </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB">mother for me. She raised me when I was young. I owe my childhood to her. I do miss her, let alone this time. I wish I could turn back time, I would visit her frequently, accompanying her to fight agained her disease. I am sorry</span><span lang="IN" style="mso-ansi-language:IN">,</span><span lang="IN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"> </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I rarely come to visit rarely. I was so selfish about my life and my work. I am so sorry...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">But I believe she is in the better place right now. Allah </span><span lang="IN" style="mso-ansi-language:IN">has</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"> take</span><span lang="IN" style="mso-ansi-language:IN">n</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"> care of her. Dear God, please give her the best place beside You. Amin.<o:p></o:p></span></p>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-11510497995105788222011-05-29T22:58:00.003+07:002011-05-29T23:13:57.670+07:00Definition of LOVE<p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><span><div style="text-align: center;">Love is a gift - Love is a present - Love is a laugh - Love i s a smile - Love is a tear - Love is sweet - Love is tender - Love is pure - Love is hard - Love is longing - Love is sick - Love is cruel - Love is magic - Love is an addict - Love is a poison - Love is an cheesecake - Love is a coffee - Love is blind - Love is demanding - Love is a sacrifice - Love is an understanding - Love is the air - Love is a rainbow - Love is sunshine - Love is a language - Love is juicy - Love is spontaneous - Love is colorful - Love is eternal - Love is strange - Love is undefined</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"></p><blockquote><p class="MsoNormal">Don't bare it by yourself - I feel what u feel - Coz this love ain<span lang="IN" style="mso-ansi-language: IN">’</span>t easy</p></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"></p></div></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="IN" style="mso-ansi-language:IN"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-25583453461175429522011-05-06T05:16:00.002+07:002011-05-06T05:24:15.906+07:00Being Old<div style="text-align: center;">Semakin tua (baca: dewasa) membuat seseorang lebih memahami dirinya sendiri. Bahwa dia berbeda (baca : unique) dibandingkan orang lain. Bahwa dia mempunyai kelebihan disamping kelemahan-kelemahan. Menyadari bahwa tidak semua kelemahan dapat diperbaiki. Sometimes, we were born with it. Something that we have to deal entire of our life time. Tidak berusaha menutupi, just live with it.</div>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-72554102425153452222011-04-07T23:19:00.001+07:002011-04-08T07:08:55.603+07:00how to make e-card<div>sudden diy project ... not so bad i think :)</div><div>enjoy</div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw98JmSHfIrNfaYOEIylno3H2Mzx5wD3GUsNidrhY6bvTx9Zlfv-YwMQPyvE8RkIVT_nopac9blegT7OIbPQQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-4874918790540350392010-12-07T22:04:00.001+07:002010-12-07T22:10:48.232+07:00COL... *cryingoutloud<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; ">It’s blessed born to be a woman. But somehow this pain is barely restrained. Nothing else I can do. I just wanna sleep.</span></div>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-20630651043609168142010-12-06T20:43:00.008+07:002010-12-06T20:57:31.933+07:00trending topic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKL9dS7QdBQ73KQPywHFOHyI7N5kP1Z6kTm6NUU3uU_26oYbMrxcANRpyoUdQByJfLUZ-4gYGtfqJN-ILpzmNboj9C53J48Ymw4gah3gVJgkHbDUUdMRwviwOYvhKzqVDXwZbuXRCsELx/s1600/kate-lanphear-style-070809-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKL9dS7QdBQ73KQPywHFOHyI7N5kP1Z6kTm6NUU3uU_26oYbMrxcANRpyoUdQByJfLUZ-4gYGtfqJN-ILpzmNboj9C53J48Ymw4gah3gVJgkHbDUUdMRwviwOYvhKzqVDXwZbuXRCsELx/s320/kate-lanphear-style-070809-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547568007845932146" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3L4JJZNdZZSNO0RxI2u_yDliMuI-a2rLzEQZ7ts0uKG9YNLKi-aFLTMPbupV_UK1-LTrJjylpKfrbppeOj1KuLmY4FST_1l6GN2MIMNQuQNylb473c54G6yvk7tvMy_Rk5iN-LUm6bzyW/s1600/300px-Julian_Assange_26C3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3L4JJZNdZZSNO0RxI2u_yDliMuI-a2rLzEQZ7ts0uKG9YNLKi-aFLTMPbupV_UK1-LTrJjylpKfrbppeOj1KuLmY4FST_1l6GN2MIMNQuQNylb473c54G6yvk7tvMy_Rk5iN-LUm6bzyW/s200/300px-Julian_Assange_26C3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547567417327335890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">which one do you prefer? i better prefer the upper one. Indeed, Kate Lanphear is a beautiful man. Common thing among them is the silvery hair. I wanna it as well..</div>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-49395972843426354802010-11-15T22:24:00.003+07:002010-11-15T22:30:29.701+07:00The Pursuit of Dream<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilQTN23C0VOBbTG-aILmGSQ6_6R_lSY4GikksuJDa8Uve2b5dIxnch0LMhHBVYtjwRt8vdkEhxk1NVEly6JnV7dCr2MbJUCR5m0TldZ3aDS4_xceNV0b5lu2kSFhivUGkjD6yn7zpO4Srm/s1600/Waiting-for-Superman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilQTN23C0VOBbTG-aILmGSQ6_6R_lSY4GikksuJDa8Uve2b5dIxnch0LMhHBVYtjwRt8vdkEhxk1NVEly6JnV7dCr2MbJUCR5m0TldZ3aDS4_xceNV0b5lu2kSFhivUGkjD6yn7zpO4Srm/s320/Waiting-for-Superman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539799178804004674" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU">“The Pursuit of Dream” is a title of new Nia Dinata’s documentary film, tells about the struggle of five talented and smart students yet coming from poor families, to compete with other thousand students winning the scholarship. The film takes place in Malang East Java, centralized to five junior high students, namely Tika, Cahya, Aang, Rahmatillah and Nuning. The latest is just same with mine ^_^ hardly can't wait to see it. It’s said that the film will be screened in cultural centre and universities.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU">Similar documentary has been released on October 8, 2010 in US titled “Waiting for Superman” by filmmaker Davis Guggenheim (<i>An Inconvenient Truth</i></span><span lang="IN" style="mso-ansi-language:IN">)</span><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU">. The film follows the live of five ordinary pupils in different cities which are LA, Harlem, The Bronx</span><span lang="IN" style="mso-ansi-language: IN">, </span><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU">Washington DC and Redwood City. This film reveals the failure of US education system, giving statistic and correlation drop out level with high crime rates. Those who responsible for this mess, based on Guggenheim, are the teacher onion and bureaucracy. It seems that education problems not merely happened in developing country like Indonesia. Even USA, the super power country, suffers the same condition. </span><span lang="IN" style="mso-ansi-language:IN"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="IN" style="mso-ansi-language:IN">Education is everyone’s right and everyone’s home work to make it true.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="IN" style="mso-ansi-language:IN">You can read more <a href="http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2010/11/14/%E2%80%98education-all%E2%80%99-still-a-dream.html">here</a> and <a href="http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2010/11/07/inconvenient-truth-about-us-education.html">here</a>.<o:p></o:p></span></p>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-82813384326333486092010-11-14T10:21:00.004+07:002010-11-14T10:41:25.660+07:00She is back....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvquh4o1wAESfLAj4ObeL93K25EzdQhQf8JfR1snBZEj9El5wqe8q9-GApSrYMyASMaRW0ezYCh8ajz4IXwuFu7bngtS2BW2z9HUaWjWksTneS50W04hfpffhUMutf1aBp8QXN3Q09vAVI/s1600/5162878621_fc5c55993a.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvquh4o1wAESfLAj4ObeL93K25EzdQhQf8JfR1snBZEj9El5wqe8q9-GApSrYMyASMaRW0ezYCh8ajz4IXwuFu7bngtS2BW2z9HUaWjWksTneS50W04hfpffhUMutf1aBp8QXN3Q09vAVI/s1600/5162878621_fc5c55993a.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: small; ">It’s been a long time she was “hiding” and last week she came up brilliantly with her new monolog titled “Surti and Three Sawunggaling”. I am talking about Ine Febriyanti, one of Indonesian young actress. She played controversially in Beth (2000) and since then actives in theatre.</span></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">Last week she performed Javanese widow in “Surti and Three Sawunggaling” monolog, took place in Salihara. Sawunggaling is a kind of myth bird that believed to be mirror bird, reflecting other attitude. That monolog brought out widow’s sorrow after her husband executed by Holland troop. She spent her time doing ‘batik’ three sawunggaling, that given name Anjani, Baira and Cawir. At night, they were believed could release from fabric, flying among the darkness. They told what they had seen, how the troop killed her husband friend and that her husband had an affair<span lang="IN"> with a younger woman</span>.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">That monolog was quite hard coz she had to bring many characters which are Surti, Anjani, Baira, Cawir, her husband and her husband mistress. Surti, the main role, was presented somehow moderately not to much Javanese, but it was Javanese. When came into sawunggaling characters, she nicely pretended to be bird in gentle, beautiful yet decisive motions. The white plain stage turned into red when Anjani on stage, blue when Baira and purple when Cawir on. The sound was just enough to support the monolog, and yet Ine was singing gending. Overall, congratulation for Ine come back and big appreciation for the director and script writer</span><span lang="IN"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "> as well.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">You could find out more in <a href="http://salihara.org/event/2010/10/13/surti-dan-tiga-sawunggaling">here</a></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvquh4o1wAESfLAj4ObeL93K25EzdQhQf8JfR1snBZEj9El5wqe8q9-GApSrYMyASMaRW0ezYCh8ajz4IXwuFu7bngtS2BW2z9HUaWjWksTneS50W04hfpffhUMutf1aBp8QXN3Q09vAVI/s1600/5162878621_fc5c55993a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvquh4o1wAESfLAj4ObeL93K25EzdQhQf8JfR1snBZEj9El5wqe8q9-GApSrYMyASMaRW0ezYCh8ajz4IXwuFu7bngtS2BW2z9HUaWjWksTneS50W04hfpffhUMutf1aBp8QXN3Q09vAVI/s320/5162878621_fc5c55993a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539245167237462402" /></a><p></p>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-24873424126395071622010-10-30T18:56:00.001+07:002010-10-30T19:01:13.067+07:00Yellow on the corner...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQL8s3EWX6NuvUS2mo764oJmjNu1EIeyBzNVScvq2v11HzRw8c33aL3eMBBMJRSRcxjsEyHziydjmg53qUEB9f3WVbGoXh9CejMdm6nDXI-3h_Wc6WV7ICFvzdHQnATASRoiDRBW9YkK7/s1600/DSC00672.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQL8s3EWX6NuvUS2mo764oJmjNu1EIeyBzNVScvq2v11HzRw8c33aL3eMBBMJRSRcxjsEyHziydjmg53qUEB9f3WVbGoXh9CejMdm6nDXI-3h_Wc6WV7ICFvzdHQnATASRoiDRBW9YkK7/s400/DSC00672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533807796672354722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">...corner of my room</div>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-82769874606043723502010-10-17T09:10:00.003+07:002010-10-17T09:14:00.499+07:00Eat Pray n Love<div>Can't wait to watch it! Finally, me, friends, mom, n my mom's friends went to 21 on Saturday night. Others are having date with their couples, while we, girls only, know exactly how to spend Saturday night together. Eat Pray n Love brings sort of euphoria for most of us... Christine Hakim, Bali things.. Actually it’s not the first time Hollywood taking location in Indonesia. Instead many films take picture in Indonesia, though I don't know for sure it was or it was not. Do you remember Anacondas the Hunt for The Blood Orchid? Not the one with Jennifer Lopez's cast I guess. How about the Island of Dr Moreau? It was said that the laboratory located in one of remote islands around Indonesia.</div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span lang="EN-AU">Well, back to Eat Pray n Love. Julia Robert is an astonishing actress. But at that movie, she rarely appears in make up, so her wrinkle seems quite obvious. Unfortunately, James Franco, the Peter Parker's best friend, cannot compete with her acting, I think. Javier Bardem, who finally won Julia Robert's love are far from my imagination. I look forward that Felipe's character will be played by Antonio Banderas or George Cloney, hehehe.. It sound cliché, but hard to admit there is quite a few movie that could successfully bring alive the stories like it told in novel.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span lang="EN-AU">Bali is the last destination for Liz. I'm quite proud the movie shows the beauty of Bali, I hope there will be more and more films taking place in Indonesia, not only in Bali. If only Hollywood know how rich and beautiful this country.<span> </span>One thing, Christine Hakim is rockin'. She could reveal the truly acting quality of Indonesian actresses.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span lang="EN-AU">*I am not a movie critic, I am just saying... sorry for inconvenience</span></p></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZqebsL-UnufC8zQveWMZ7ZIR6x7AhGnc1sDbE48fcW9jLWlwz0JK594RdljJmV8Pi2IpfoQP3qeUpoYQ_Z6ZdMR2jBtQN6XyyLBcTC3nk8o3CsHp-V9XP2xuCiz_83qbuAsc60O8gLRl7/s1600/julia+robets.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZqebsL-UnufC8zQveWMZ7ZIR6x7AhGnc1sDbE48fcW9jLWlwz0JK594RdljJmV8Pi2IpfoQP3qeUpoYQ_Z6ZdMR2jBtQN6XyyLBcTC3nk8o3CsHp-V9XP2xuCiz_83qbuAsc60O8gLRl7/s400/julia+robets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528832146435744962" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span lang="EN-AU" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-AU"><br /></span></p>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-50027930318340394572010-10-16T10:09:00.007+07:002010-10-16T10:31:47.930+07:00Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps<div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In the late 66, Michael Douglas still looks charming. Shia LaBeouf and Carey Mulligan could mere counterbalance his acting. There is Susan Sarandon also as a cameo. I thought it would full of conspiracy and complexity, but I found it was merely a family drama that just happened in 2008's crisis. Though, it told a lot about moral hazard and ruthless games in capital market. Quite boring, but I appreciate Shia's attempt playing serious role. What I like most is Carey hair style; I think pixie crop hair will be trend in 2011. Fresh and light!</span></span><span lang="IN"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Here are some interesting quotes I found:</span></span></p><ol start="1" type="1" style="margin-top: 0cm; "><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If there's one thing I learned in prison it's that money is not the prime commodity in our lives... time is.</span></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:small;">The mother of all evil is speculation.</span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:small;">Stop telling lies about me and I'll stop telling the truth about you.</span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:small;">Money is a bitch that never sleeps!</span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:small;">Every thief has an excuse</span></li></ol></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg93uSoER74Mefd_aZSKfr5NwGfbP8_F3hNebiKFxz3KLKGW-6676wnvwayK04GcabPitr6asnB0zJ-BQeyDQLTiITZoNK_55mKJ_bMerlow_w9P01TdlJUgQJ5EKRPiT7_MYikDmHcCcw3/s400/carey+mulligan.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 185px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528480995707647010" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Qv_zukYY3uKC2y3ma7rSTqjv3tKMZMe217Uw2STmmvbwYbsFMpqVX3QnQ701OM-Ty6ASWsHgTdvymlMwvfWEHGU0Dt7I17YqjD59SzR4QQOHM9sXb6_okNFrojPRbYQOtvbIaulTFu9A/s400/katie.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 205px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528480992195537234" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-43076099221040895182010-10-14T21:16:00.003+07:002010-10-15T06:23:04.965+07:00SBY vs Mr. Sebastian Pinera<p class="MsoNormal">Yesterday, all people around the globe turn sentimental watching live rescue of 33 miners in Chile that had been trapped 700m underground for 69 days. One by one, trapped miners was lifted by capsule to the surface. What a dramatic and relieved moments. And there was Mr. Sebastian Pinera, the President of Chile who was standing there, witnessing every second of rescuing, till the last victim that las for more than 22 hours. He didn't hesitate to hug every trapped miner though they had not take bath for more than 2 months! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The President of Chile had promised to do the best to rescue the trapped miners. His seriousness not only had raised spirit of trapped miners and their family, but also the whole nation. The success of this mission has unite Chile and crown Mr. Sebastian Pinera as a national hero. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Many local news channels has compared SBY's act with Mr. Sebastian Pinera. Ten days after the Wasior flood tragedy that had taken away more than 132 people, SBY came to visit. Is it too late or not? Before that, SBY had plenty time including watching friendship soccer match between Indonesia with Paraguay. Instead, he took a picture with the team. Is Wasior tragedy not a matter for him so that he choosed to watch the game instead of focusing in giving first aid for Wasior victims and survivals. In fact, he stated that it was national disaster, nothing related to HPH misuse or illegal logging. OMG! Is that so simple??</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To welcome SBY arrival, local gov't got busy to prepare the road and everything related to President’s safety. How come?? Why he didn't go there secretly to diminish any unnecessary protocol, giving courage <span lang="IN" style="mso-ansi-language:IN">and sympathy </span>to people there?? Since SBY is concern about political image, how come he missed about it??<span lang="IN" style="mso-ansi-language:IN"><o:p></o:p></span></p>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-88837608990541334882010-10-14T19:43:00.007+07:002010-11-09T12:44:49.952+07:00Let's Join Snobber!<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">We have to be proud that batik was chosen as one of world heritage and October 2 was pronounced to be Batik's Day. This year October 2 fell at Saturday, but I did wear batik on the previous Friday. One of my favorite batik is Batik Snob. And I was lucky to have one of its collections. Batik Snob is not like other batik. Like its motto CHIC, COLORFUL & COMFORTABLE, this batik brings confident to all Indonesian women. It has nice cut, a brilliant color combination and an unusual pattern. Every modern woman will love it. But it is difficult to have it, believe me! Not because it is unaffordable, it just needs extra effort.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">To have its collections, we have to be its friends on facebook first. It sells its collection only on facebook. Its collection is one of a kind, and every piece is made just one. You will feel so special. There are bolero, cocktail dress, kimono blouse, etc. It suits for anyone and any occasion. Batik Snob releases its collections twice a week, usually @ 12 pm, and only around 10 to 15 pieces a day. Yet, lately it uploads at afternoon as well to facilitate those in different time zone. At that time, it is difficult to open its page, because everyone is competing to 'book' the desired one. And unluckily, I never get the first place to book. But fortunately, I won one of its</span><span lang="IN"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">competitions! Yippiie...</span></span><span lang="IN"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWz4QPOqJz-XanxQr6SeKPg1F2Moc_K9CEczujPzuQ2WLJ0i3slnhGBg34S-pTIGYE4iPm_Bm7W9KokI8s8lw6DoDQSxE5fhSa8QjMlEkuOeKTBcBL5UDbXqDxfc5ZFVni45NaWz69st5R/s1600/IMG_7145.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527883920378757682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWz4QPOqJz-XanxQr6SeKPg1F2Moc_K9CEczujPzuQ2WLJ0i3slnhGBg34S-pTIGYE4iPm_Bm7W9KokI8s8lw6DoDQSxE5fhSa8QjMlEkuOeKTBcBL5UDbXqDxfc5ZFVni45NaWz69st5R/s400/IMG_7145.JPG" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Me, in my Batik Snob's V-Bolero</span></div></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4IWRmtChPP82XU5NQHhnq5Um9M8-EUFayRxFKWpPA0JBkTm14ni7qTlX9SV_KsefScg-4-BMxKYBbnzeCv51kuPWMKA0wa0TYhHRjZA0ULKb2f9bLSO8SFkLu-9438YpbesAo8bnUOrlC/s1600/60863_142848219091103_100000977787563_205879_3533009_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527883916637768098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4IWRmtChPP82XU5NQHhnq5Um9M8-EUFayRxFKWpPA0JBkTm14ni7qTlX9SV_KsefScg-4-BMxKYBbnzeCv51kuPWMKA0wa0TYhHRjZA0ULKb2f9bLSO8SFkLu-9438YpbesAo8bnUOrlC/s400/60863_142848219091103_100000977787563_205879_3533009_n.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1mwq6sqpaND-se_JHfG8Y0-giL8MurLB6KyOxEIu344eTCms9kAWOj-fec2jAUdvbCXdz4MAUQXzaoqjTopFcCEnhg6baYvt4B9ce4v1bMw3H3dMPlvuJx8m9KH90BKhLamXHOmfSCi9y/s1600/59006_138719252837333_100000977787563_187070_2312849_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527883917540308850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1mwq6sqpaND-se_JHfG8Y0-giL8MurLB6KyOxEIu344eTCms9kAWOj-fec2jAUdvbCXdz4MAUQXzaoqjTopFcCEnhg6baYvt4B9ce4v1bMw3H3dMPlvuJx8m9KH90BKhLamXHOmfSCi9y/s400/59006_138719252837333_100000977787563_187070_2312849_n.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBendDpvto1awm-Cc5I25RZgDeo9rwee-L6emlQuT6i4njtAftd5QTR8yWDhaul0q04Ch_51TBERV659mkpgEVAmpapuAf2eR2AfiN1LZ496ZeAkVe9jRkeQPw3B4r2xr52x5gE-OmtxU/s1600/45452_136773046365287_100000977787563_177041_6928135_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527883913311725314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBendDpvto1awm-Cc5I25RZgDeo9rwee-L6emlQuT6i4njtAftd5QTR8yWDhaul0q04Ch_51TBERV659mkpgEVAmpapuAf2eR2AfiN1LZ496ZeAkVe9jRkeQPw3B4r2xr52x5gE-OmtxU/s400/45452_136773046365287_100000977787563_177041_6928135_n.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span><p style="MARGIN: 0in; FONT-SIZE: 11pt" lang="id"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p></p>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1932252477893580506.post-86090186768223014892010-10-14T18:22:00.001+07:002010-10-14T18:33:07.326+07:00I'm single, 27 n happy<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="id">What's crossing in your mind when someone told you that he/she is single? Last time when I said on my facebook that I was single, many friends commented. They asked me whether i had broken up with my boy friend. Some of them cheer me up.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Is it so pathetic to be single when you are 27 years old? For a woman, I may add. I am very happy with what I have reached so far. Yet, I'm not upset. In fact, I'm overwhelmed with their attention.</p> <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="id">Single, in my opinion, is a status that defines you are not married. Wether you are with somebody or not, it's a diffeerent subject. So proudly I confirm that I'm 27, single n happy.</p> <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="id"> </p> <p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="id"><br /></p><p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="id">Let's sing together</p> <p style="margin:0in;font-style:italic;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="id">Aku baik-baik saja </p> <p style="margin:0in;font-style:italic;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="id">Menikmati hidup yang aku punya </p> <p style="margin:0in;font-style:italic;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="id">Hidupku sangat sempurna </p> <p style="margin:0in;font-style:italic;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt" lang="id">I'm single and very happy</p>wife, 29 tahunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309784244053059398noreply@blogger.com0