tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11332678276847776242024-03-14T02:50:11.284+07:00a road to freedomThere's a lot to tell about life. Here I can write freely. It's my freedom place to express myself. I am welcoming you to write as free as you want, to criticize me, to espionage or do anything you want.
So, enjoy the freedom.nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-57947959646850330742011-06-17T20:36:00.002+07:002011-06-17T20:41:22.728+07:00Kind Of People I DislikeOkay. I don't like that person!<br /><br />Heran deh, (Eh, sorry sebelumnya. Postingan ini cuma buat ngeluarin uneg-uneg gue doang) kok ada ya orang macam tu? Di depan, dia kayak ngga punya masalah sama lo. Di belakang, dan bodohnya lagi, he talks about you dengan sok taunya di FACEBOOK. Nyindir-nyindir gitu kerjaannya. Pertama sih gue ngga peduli, lama-lama kok ya jadi ganggu ya? Mbok ya kalo berani, talk straight to my FACE, not FACEBOOK instead. COWO BUKAN?<br /><br />GRAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR.<br /><br />*nimpuk*,<br />coffee.stainsnodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-25943192039473720302011-05-02T16:55:00.014+07:002011-05-02T17:46:58.529+07:00Coffee To Complete Your Day.<span style="font-style: italic;">Dear lovely people: who does not need coffee, raise your hand.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nowadays, coffee has become needs to most of us. Yes, coffee is contagious. Once you're coffee-ing, you can never stop. Especially when you've found a great coffee places, a great coffee tastes combine with delicate food. Coffee and good food can be a good cure to your sucky day! It happens to me. Coffee does boost my mood and it creates happiness.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">..coffee stories..<br /><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;">My mom drinks coffee daily. It is the first thing in her mind to start her day. She brewed her own coffee. Woke up in the morning, to the kitchen, boil some water, get her coffee mixed with three tea-spoon of sugar, and when the water is boiled, she had the coffee brewed. She gets headache once she's running out of coffee. You can smell the coffee all over the house. Yum! Coffee to start her day.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My personal experience: besides drinking coffee daily, I was using coffee for my wedding souvenirs. That is how much I live to love coffee. I let coffee take control of me. LOL! People who came to my wedding just love the smell of it. Also, I plan to scent my new small white house with coffee! So fresh!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOs8pj2qOj9y-0L3Yqy8XK7FVmpKI_VcQiPGuAcgOqCwMtLnFAruVKM8Njl5fTyProbpBuUoOPJsFByDf3BLBQ8e4e5DNr3tyuoo8jHWtIxkrJ5kab2FU2pVUfsGGfDZcBcW95sJVsFuw/s1600/DSC04930.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOs8pj2qOj9y-0L3Yqy8XK7FVmpKI_VcQiPGuAcgOqCwMtLnFAruVKM8Njl5fTyProbpBuUoOPJsFByDf3BLBQ8e4e5DNr3tyuoo8jHWtIxkrJ5kab2FU2pVUfsGGfDZcBcW95sJVsFuw/s320/DSC04930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602058136763150354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">my wedding souvenirs</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: left;">Now, I am writing for Sebastian Coffee Shop. I have write about this place before. And I'm going to do it again. Since I love their coffee, I decided to join their cafe as a marketing executive. I get the chance to taste the coffee like EVERYDAY! Yeah, do envy me! Hahaha. Now, let me take you for a delicate food and coffee tour. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWxPmTocjWEUD1PkLYcXW3wAZ5MtHcRMTKSgnZLtZm24uCnYQxlD4uPyBArWchyhPSZ6-bvCc0DAgx0CMF4-qLJyFZsFavfRReIa2UNn_Usjj4mqQ7LG1ey4JGe2VywZZ03rV2XHfOwBk/s1600/DSC_2048+%2528Caffe+Latte+%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWxPmTocjWEUD1PkLYcXW3wAZ5MtHcRMTKSgnZLtZm24uCnYQxlD4uPyBArWchyhPSZ6-bvCc0DAgx0CMF4-qLJyFZsFavfRReIa2UNn_Usjj4mqQ7LG1ey4JGe2VywZZ03rV2XHfOwBk/s320/DSC_2048+%2528Caffe+Latte+%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602061257082536450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sebastian Coffee Shop's cafe latte<br /><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-A5eGiSHWww9HbDuuvCmXEBTafn3N9hU6pHxyBYr3itc3PTwVGHKB3PsLqTQBKfiEuwkxuZ0B8BbgRim8r37quRFdh709kkOoXUeB6G86WrUL2Ws3cHnsZyB9mrnnna6K7cqI5ozsgA/s1600/NDY_4417+%2528+Thai+Ice+Tea+%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-A5eGiSHWww9HbDuuvCmXEBTafn3N9hU6pHxyBYr3itc3PTwVGHKB3PsLqTQBKfiEuwkxuZ0B8BbgRim8r37quRFdh709kkOoXUeB6G86WrUL2Ws3cHnsZyB9mrnnna6K7cqI5ozsgA/s320/NDY_4417+%2528+Thai+Ice+Tea+%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602060547511292018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sebastian Coffee Shop's thai iced tea<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirBrN-rjZBUbH5wGQdqnyExFG7gJkb6QbYpca68_fXRQTe7_w4g17MzL41e2b0SwW_N9lBuDFomGc3y87q2v1d7mRkwIR1NnWsZCYh-MXNdBYzZWoyl-35_lJmxxL_lnIvCAGj5PVANwU/s1600/NDY_4146+%2528+Green+Tea+Latte+%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirBrN-rjZBUbH5wGQdqnyExFG7gJkb6QbYpca68_fXRQTe7_w4g17MzL41e2b0SwW_N9lBuDFomGc3y87q2v1d7mRkwIR1NnWsZCYh-MXNdBYzZWoyl-35_lJmxxL_lnIvCAGj5PVANwU/s320/NDY_4146+%2528+Green+Tea+Latte+%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602061723671804802" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sebastian Coffee Shop's green tea latte<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGA74KE5CKrs-S-nisOp8OVPPPzfGDN9Ddy0anXrH9Khog_37u7ejr9K20fPkhzKLZSKqvHK0PVAN-Zgb65vZmT5-1KZzHPZ6oU5WUvpUY7wRzTCdOggAoY30WqI8qYyWpGjRowcvbwQI/s1600/IMG_3655.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGA74KE5CKrs-S-nisOp8OVPPPzfGDN9Ddy0anXrH9Khog_37u7ejr9K20fPkhzKLZSKqvHK0PVAN-Zgb65vZmT5-1KZzHPZ6oU5WUvpUY7wRzTCdOggAoY30WqI8qYyWpGjRowcvbwQI/s320/IMG_3655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602062430106943346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">my favorite: deep fried mushroom!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirqP-MwdFQhDxYJtlIflsh6sZ5RomA4Jsxz-0F4fyMQrOgCMHbtLMavWj4PfZE3jexxPOaSgajxYtC8JPm_75C2ag9Tb1iHY0Sop56NUcgLkkx45ShyphenhyphenYA075eHJUoFvkCjeQX5FhGott0/s1600/fani+10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirqP-MwdFQhDxYJtlIflsh6sZ5RomA4Jsxz-0F4fyMQrOgCMHbtLMavWj4PfZE3jexxPOaSgajxYtC8JPm_75C2ag9Tb1iHY0Sop56NUcgLkkx45ShyphenhyphenYA075eHJUoFvkCjeQX5FhGott0/s320/fani+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602063569291922674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sebastian Coffee Shop's spaghetti meat balls<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd_zQbsfjL4xE_gYb1rMRZ7a65FlrNOOtm8YOwMrF1O0-bFx7gG7GYe6I19ThZNDhV2Fti2YLzR6ZL4ZiO7WwP_33_jeXsKYMjz8GGeLcNrcAsNjaDR0p9xXX03aWUpDQzWsQunc93H0I/s1600/fani+14.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd_zQbsfjL4xE_gYb1rMRZ7a65FlrNOOtm8YOwMrF1O0-bFx7gG7GYe6I19ThZNDhV2Fti2YLzR6ZL4ZiO7WwP_33_jeXsKYMjz8GGeLcNrcAsNjaDR0p9xXX03aWUpDQzWsQunc93H0I/s320/fani+14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602064460085962466" border="0" /></a>Sebastian Coffee Shop's pizza foccasia<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">So that was a small part of the tour. Hungry now? Come visit us for the real experiences of great tastes. We serve coffee and non-coffee beverages and also yummy delicate food. Yum! Okay, let me (again) write your the address of Sebastian Coffee Shop.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">SEBASTIAN COFFEE SHOP<br />Jl. Veteran No. 11 A<br />Bintaro, Jakarta Selatan<br /><br />Opens daily<br />2 pm - 11 pm (Sunday to Thursday)<br />2 pm - 1 am (Friday & Saturday)<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">touring,<br />coffee.stains<br /></div></div></div> </div></div></div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-42536575618465160412011-04-20T22:29:00.002+07:002011-04-20T22:41:39.112+07:00White lies ahead.<span style="font-style: italic;">Does white lies counted as lies? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">What do you guys think, seriously? When you don't wanna hurt other people's feeling, do you choose to lie instead of telling them the truth? For some of us, or maybe most of us, it's easier to just tell them lies.<br /><br />I don't dare myself to cause the ones I love tears and just walk away while they breakdown and cry. I will, in my power, try to make them feel good though I know it will hurt them in the end and pray that it will come to a good end, eventually. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I don't know why I chose this white lies as a topic tonight. White is the color of holiness. Why should it be paired with lies? For what I'm aware of, lie is a bad thing to do. Tell me what do you think: would you lie to the one you love to keep everything on track or would you say the truth though you know it would bring your relationship to an end?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">thinking,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">coffee.stains</span>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-68711908550045326642011-04-12T15:49:00.002+07:002011-04-12T16:09:53.662+07:00Great Coffee for Great People.<span style="font-style: italic;">It's a hello from a coffee shop.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sebastian Coffee Shop. A friend owned this shop on Jl. Veteran No. 11a. The name itself came from their family name! *Oh I just love everything comes from a family-oriented minded* Besides the great coffee, I also love the ambience of this place. The story of a recycled cafe and a green coffee container. You should come by and taste the coffee yourself. My personal favorite is the iced rum latte and deep friend mushroom as the side dish. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I had them on my wedding. Many of my friends love the taste. My pregnant friend even told me to get her the coffee right after she gave birth. Oh, come on! Lol. But, I will bring her the coffee for I promised her that :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sebastian Coffee Shop opens daily from 2 pm - 11 pm on weekdays and 2 pm - 1 am on weekends (Friday & Saturday). So what stops you? If you are a coffee lover just like me, I bet you will love this place. Coffee, snacks and their pasta(s) are great! Free wifi and board games are also available on the spot! Don't forget to bring laptop and companies with you!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Brewing,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">coffee.stains </span>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-35879355252872398002011-04-02T23:59:00.003+07:002011-04-03T00:22:37.213+07:00Married Life.<span style="font-style: italic;">Why is it so important to be married?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Well, it's not as harsh as I wrote the whole first sentence. I'm just trying to find what to say, and I just need to write right now.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hey, it's been more than a month since I finally tied a knot. To me, marriage is - oh well, I don't know what to say (yet) - fine. Things happened. Some things changed. Not so much fun anymore as you think more seriously about the future. But, I guess at some point, you need to keep that fun going on. You just have to manage it somehow. And I know we all will. Or I hope so.</span> Yeah.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tonight I just find myself wanting to write desperately. I've been muttering all the way home on twitter about how sad my life is today. I know it's stupid, but it truly relieved me from all the tensions and thoughts that have been stuck in my head. Don't know when it started.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And oh yeah, married life huh? What would I wanna say? Waking up early in the morning, making breakfast for your husband and preparing his lunchbox *sweet* were only happening the first two days he went back to the office. The worst wife ever, I know. I still made his lunchbox though, once in a while - like once a week. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And since I got married, I don't know why I become more fragile. I get sick easily. Today happens to be me feeling better after 3 days staying at home feeling dizzy and all that. I hope this didn't last long in my married life. I wanna be strong, tough, and happy of course. And enough talking, I feel a little bit sleepy. My husband has slept before I even started writing. Voila!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So, yeah. Writing. It all started when I turn all connection off on my blackberry device. And I will definitely write again anytime soon. Next, I wanna write about insurance. Not that because I work in an insurance company, but I feel like I really need to write about it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">falling asleep,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">coffee.stains</span>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-3324906146441525372011-01-26T21:19:00.002+07:002011-01-26T21:46:20.897+07:00share with me now.<span style="font-style: italic;">Was it really that hard to get to the D-day?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dear friends, I would ask you to share with me. Especially those who are married.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">With all the dramas, the crying, the desperation, the what on earth you call them, I feel it's so freaking hard to survive. The wedding is a month away now. And at this very moment I type, I'm not talking to my boyfriend for two days now. Not very surprising I guess?!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">There are just a lot of things to do, to think of, to get along with that I need to have a huge heart and an endless patience to make all those things work. Especially when you're doing it alone without a professional help. I feel super tired, disrespected, and everything I do is wrong according to others. *sigh* </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Not to mention, people from the past start coming into your life (again) doing things only they could understand. They popped out of nowhere and build doubts in your heart. They started to comfort you and 'be there for you' while your loved ones is busy doing his work. Suddenly they become a hero that saves you from all the insanities.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I know when I get pass through this, I will survive safe and sound until the D-day.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">surviving,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">coffee.stains</span>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-89930957930678509982011-01-25T10:34:00.003+07:002011-01-25T10:36:21.772+07:00a promise to myselfWah! Saya berjanji akan segera menulis lagi.<div><br /></div><div>I miss writing and I will definitely going to write soon. There are a lot of stories to tell!</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I will see you soon.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>promising,</div><div>coffee.stains.</div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-75438822367403503722010-07-28T12:57:00.002+07:002010-07-28T13:04:48.206+07:00Wedding.Why would people need to celebrate a big wedding celebration?<div><br /></div><div>I don't need one. Because I think, it's a waste of money. And what's the point if it makes you quarrel a lot with your spouse? What makes a wedding is the <b>holy matrimony</b> and the people who love you to attend that ceremony. I don't know why people don't agree with this way of thinking.</div><div><br /></div><div>Why would people spend a huge amount of money for a less than 3 hours party-ing? Remembering also the long time for the preparation. It's insane.</div><div><br /></div><div>Give me one good reason. Anyone? Mom? Dad? Sisters? Brother? You?</div><div><br /></div><div>still in confusion,</div><div><i>coffee.stains</i></div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-3899565310818359002010-07-01T09:38:00.002+07:002010-07-01T09:58:15.260+07:00Another Camp!This is my second CISV Camp and it's Seminar Camp!<div><br /></div><div>Yes, hello. It has been a while since the last time I wrote to bloggie. I was alone in the staff room. Babysitting the sick participants: Dora (USA), Seif (Egypt), Larry (Spain), Tonje and Niklas (Norway)! The others went out hiking because today is the LMO - Like Minded Organization activity!</div><div><br /></div><div>The camp was starting last June 25th 2010. But the staffs has already gather around since pre camp days - June 21st 2010. At first we have 23 participants from 12 countries (Australia, Argentina, Brazil, Czech Republic, Denmark, Egypt, Germany, Indonesia, Norway, Spain, Sweden, USA). But then, we had a few e-mails asking us if it is possible for us to have 2 more participants from Vietnam. They were suppose to go to Canada, but did not have their visa granted. So we said yes and we have 13 countries at the camp. Another e-mail came and ask if it's possible to have another participants from Indonesia because she was suppose to go to Egypt, but has another visa trouble. So again, we said yes. Now we have 26 participants and 4 staffs. </div><div><br /></div><div>We were suppose to have 5 staffs (2 home staff, 2 international staff and 1 camp director) but Chris, one of the staff from Canada, could not make it to the camp because of some condition. So yes, it was only the four of us now. But we are having a good time learning from each other.</div><div> </div><div>The camp was so much fun as fast as we had the participants arrived at the camp site. It was both fun and tiring at the same time. The differences between Seminar Camp and any other CISV Camp are participants are meant to decide and make their own time schedule, activities, do the cooking and cleaning. They have to run their own camp! I find these things interesting and entertaining (well, not so very true!) Once we ate this cooking. It was suppose to be friend rice with cheese and meatballs. But since the rice isn't well cooked, we had a half raw fried rice! YAY!</div><div><br /></div><div>People are excited, they don't have enough time to sleep and slowly there are numbers of participants down being sick. We have one girl from Sweden named Isabelle had to be brought to hospital for further observation. The doctor suspected it was Dengue Fever. Damn!</div><div><br /></div><div>We have some issues regarding the camp, but hey! I guess that makes the camp interesting and full of colors. I guess, I will write more after. Since now I think I need a little bit more time to nap. Since all I have to do now is waiting for the lunch to be ready and wake the sick participants.</div><div><br /></div><div>From the staff room,</div><div><i>coffee.stains</i></div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-34640464071418384562010-05-04T15:15:00.003+07:002010-05-04T15:24:19.053+07:00Funtastic Four?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">We are meant to be with each other.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">FFR, MAW, RAN, RFM sometimes known as Kampretoz. Our trip of friendship was bond around two years ago (is it?) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">We are definitely four different personalities and like others, sometimes we disagree on so many things. However, we respect our thoughts. We try to understand. We learn. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Although we have different minds, we have pretty much in commons. We love shopping, traveling and dreams of standing on our own feet.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Unfinished,</span></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">coffee.stain</span></b></i></div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-495137699187596342010-04-22T19:09:00.002+07:002010-04-22T19:18:44.393+07:00On A Bike<i>It's fun to ride a bike with the one you love.</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>You see things closer and clearer.</i></div><div><i>You feel the wind on your face.</i></div><div><i>You hear people honk at you.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>You have trust in your partner.</i></div><div><i>You hold on to your partner.</i></div><div><i>You hug the man you love.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>You feel love.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>I was on a bike,</i></div><div><i><b>coffee.stains</b></i></div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-8030045817553685222010-04-15T20:37:00.003+07:002010-04-20T22:37:58.791+07:00Hello From Hanoi.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, serif; ">Di benak saya, Hanoi adalah kota besar yang modern seperti Jakarta.</span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Beberapa saat yang lalu saya melakukan perjalanan ke Hanoi, Vietnam selama 10 hari. Saya berjanji untuk membagikan pengalaman saya di negeri tetangga melalui sebuah bulletin bernama FUTU (e-bulletin milik Orang Muda Katolik di Paroki saya). Jadi ceritanya ini adalah reportase perjalanan saya.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Keberangkatan saya waktu itu adalah karena ada tugas (training sertifikasi) yang harus saya jalankan untuk mengemban tugas rahasia *halah*</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Saya berangkat tanggal 26 Maret yang lalu sampai 4 April. Trainingnya mulai dari tanggal 27 – 31 Mei. Sisanya saya melakukan perjalanan dengan seorang teman yang juga harus mengemban tugas bersama saya bulan Juni – Juli yang akan datang.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Di benak saya, Hanoi adalah kota besar seperti Jakarta. Gedungnya tinggi dan modern. Namun sekejap saja bayangan itu memudar. HAHAHA. PARAH! Sesampainya kami di Hanoi, sejauh mata memandang adalah rerumputan hijau. Lalu, sekitar 20 menit perjalanan, kami mulai melihat bangunan tinggi di kejauhan namun tidak banyak. Perjalanan ke tempat training memakan waktu sekitar 2 jam. Dan selama perjalanan itu pula, kami melihat dan BERSYUKUR untuk tinggal di Jakarta. HAHA. Jalanan yang berdebu, panas dan bisa membayangkan (dari para tante yang ikut bepergian untuk training) kota Jakarta TEMPO DOELOE. Nah, bayangkan! Parah bukan?! Katanya kayak Glodok begitu deh. Bagusan Glodok juga kali ya. Secara di sana jalannya kecil dan ajrut-ajrutan.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">SIngkat cerita, <i>the training was so much fun</i>. Tapi kami agak bosan sama variasi makanan yang disediakan. Secara setiap hari kami sajikan Pho (makanan khas Vietnam) yang ternyata jauh lebih enak rasanya di Jakarta dan Negara lain di luar Vietnam. Lebih ke hambar kalo menurut saya (dan yang lainnya). Makanan kebanyakan mengandung babi tapi diimbangi dengan sayuran yang juga bejibun (tapi ngga kalah hambarnya).</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Nah! Di tempat training ini, yang kebetulan berada agak di pinggir luar kota Hanoi, udaranya dingin (18 – 20 derajat). Dan kami juga sempat dibawa keliling ke desa tua yang jaraknya sekitar 30 menit dari tempat camp kami. Menarik, tapi sayang daerah yang seharusnya jadi tempat wisata itu ngga dirawat dengan baik sehingga agak kotor. Di desa tua itu, terdapat beberapa kuil yang konon katanya makam raja di sana. Yay! Dan kami sempat bertemu dengan seorang wanita yang giginya hitam semuaaaaa..Bersyukurlah kita yang punya gigi agak kekuning-kuningan kali yaaa.. LOL!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri, serif;"><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/AVvXsEiBa00pBUA1wG4e2Hlf0tHL8awXnpM8SkCWssFTDicB4hEqlbS6-jokJTrEFcZ22vCypVEQkMfOcOY46v3uTU6QdD6UN91tsn4j0N1w-x4HO4MNmm5Oe-7Nm_ckKO_JgPGwLz7CCznGRTM/s320/P1000263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462242391191000306" /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Okay! Setelah selesai dengan tugas training dan sertifikasi, melanconglah kami ke Ha Long Bay. Wisata ini sungguh terkenal dengan keindahan alamnya. Perjalanan dari antah berantah hingga Ha Long Bay adalah sekitar 4 jam sendiri. Lumayan tepos deh di mobil. HAHA. Lalu sesampainya di sana, kami naik kapal pesiar kecil yang terbuat dari kayu, keliling teluk yang banyak batu karang dengan bentuknya yang menyerupai berbagai macam (elang, kepala anjing dan kawan-kawan). Lalu, sampailah kami di goa yang penuh dengan stalactite dan mungkin stalagmite. Di dalamnya, dipasang lampu berbagai warna yang membuat goa itu terlihat lebih bagus lagi. Kalau kata temanku, kita di Indonesia juga punya lho wisata semacam ini. Tepatnya dimana, saya lupa! Hahaha. Nampaknya di daerah Semarang (kalau tidak salah). Semakin sore, anginnya semakin kencang dan dingin. Setelah 3 jam berkeliling di atas kapal tersebut, kami kembali ke Hanoi untuk segera cek in di hotel.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Hotel kami adalah hotel baru yang letaknya strategis (di tengah pasar) sehingga kami tidak akan pernah kelaparan. Yang ada makin gendud iya. Secara di dekat sana makanannya babi melulu. Mau bilang ngga enak juga, waktu pulang si mama bilang "kok makin gendud" HAHAHA. Yaudah lah ya, pasrah aja.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Seru sih! Berhubung kami punya teman baru di Hanoi, jadi kemana-mana saya dan teman saya itu dibonceng naik motor. Oh iya! Kendaraan utama penduduk kota Hanoi adalah MOTOR yang seliweran ngga jelas (lebih parah dari Jakarta) dan setiap detik membunyikan klaksonnya seenak jidat. Bahkan saya yang HOBI nglakson aja sampe terkagum-kagum ngeliat mereka. HAHA.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Selama 5 hari menyisiri Hanoi, kami sempat mampir ke beberapa tempat yang notabene terkenal.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">1.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Ha Long Bay. Diakui dan dipertahankan sebagai kekayaan dunia oleh UNESCO. Di sini kita bisa memanjakan mata dengan pemandangannya yang indah. Sayangnya saya tidak sempat untuk mampir dan bermalam di Tittop Island. It was too bad actually, I was hoping to play around the island or kayak-ing. But that day was kind of impossible since it's misty.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">2.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Literature temple. Bisa dijangkau dengan berjalan kaki dari hotel kami itu. Konon katanya kuil ini ramai didatangi anak sekolah dan anak kuliah di masa ujian. Di sana terdapat banyak nisan orang pintar yang berbentuk kura-kura. Katanya dengan mengusap kepala kura-kura itu, mereka yakin bisa lulus kuliah. Tapi teman Hanoiku itu bilang, waktu adiknya mau tes masuk universitas dan datang ke kuil itu (untuk melakukan ritual yang konon dipercaya itu) namun tetap gagal tuh! HAHAHA. Makanya, intinya adalah belajar dan berdoa kali ya. :D<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">3.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Museum of Fine Art. Kita bisa menemukan barang-barang peninggalan sejaran dari tahun tua sampai yang kontemporer. Buat yang suka sama sejarah dan seni, tempat ini rasanya WAJIB untuk didatangi. Letaknya bersebelahan dengan si Literature temple itu, namun butuh kesabaran dan keberanian untuk menyeberangi jalan (mengingat lalu lintas yang menggila dan ngga ada yang mau ngasih jalan)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">4.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Old Square. Di daerah tua ini, kita bisa menemukan toko kecil di pinggir jalan yang menjual souvenir sampai café yang lumayan mahal. Di sana juga terdapat danau yang terkenal. Di tengahnya terdapat pagoda dan ada kuilnya juga. Seharian kami ada di Old square ini dan malamnya kami kembali menyambangi tempat ini karena ada pasar malam di sepanjang salah satu jalan. Seperti Petaling street kalau di Kuala Lumpur. Cukup menarik!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">5.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum. Di tempat ini, jasad Uncle Ho (begitu sebutan masyarakan Vietnam untuk Ho Chi Minh yang memerdekakan Vietnam) diistirahatkan. Sebenarnya tempat ini semacam istana bogor. Tempat dimana Uncle Ho bekerja, tinggal dan akhirnya juga istirahat abadi. Kita boleh melihat jasadnya, tapi tidak boleh mengabadikannya dengan camera. Jasadnya dijaga dengan ketat oleh 4 orang petugas berbadan tegap. Wih! Selain itu, kita juga bisa melihat koleksi mobil Uncle Ho dan berbagai jenis barang yang dipergunakan selama hidupnya di dalam museum ini. Untuk masuk ke tempat ini, ngga dipungut biaya lho!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">6.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Silk Village. Vietnam terkenal dengan kerajinan suteranya. Di sana barang yang terbuat dari sutera sangat murah. Baju rata-rata 50rb rupiah, dasi 100% sutera bisa dibeli dengan harga 25rb rupiah! Tapi dari kota Hanoi ke Silk Village ini, dibutuhkan waktu kira-kira 1 jam sendiri </span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"> siapkan uang yang banyak untuk berbelanja di sini!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri, serif;">7. Bobby Chinn's Restaurant. The so called famous restaurant in Hanoi. And YES we went to have dinner on the last night there. YAY. Me and Patty said that it was a perfect closing dinner for us in Hanoi. YAY! Tempatnya sederhana dengan dekorasi merah menantang alias romantis. Lah, secara saya, Patty dan Hoa (teman Vietnam kami) bertiga, jadi ngga berasa suasana romantisnya. It was a great dining experience. Makanannya juga enak dan porsinya besar. So, it worth a visit!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Mata uang Vietnam adalan VND (Vietnam Dong). Dan taukah kalian? Kursnya adalah setengah kali rupiah. Jadi kalau harga sebuah barang di sana 10.000 VND, maka kurs rupiahnya adalah 5000 rupiah!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;">Banyak orang bilang, Hanoi itu masih lebih desa dibandingkan Ho Chi Minh. Tapi anehnya, barang-barang di Ho Chi Minh harganya lebih murah dibandingkan dengan Hanoi. Nah! Kalau teman-teman berniat melakukan liburan, Ho Chi Minh bisa dipertimbangkan untuk dimasukan ke dalam list liburan kamu! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Calibri, serif;">Dan ingatkan bahwa saya masih punya hutang foto reportase selama di Hanoi!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Calibri, serif;">Mengenang masa itu,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Calibri, serif;"><i><b>coffee.stains </b></i></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-47331211014900574122010-02-20T07:54:00.002+07:002010-02-20T08:41:10.371+07:00...Actually I don't really know what I want to write to you.<div><br /></div><div>But there's something distracting me and it's been hanging in my mind since last night. And last night wasn't the night I choose to love. Not even like. Not at all.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was a big success that night for people to indirectly humiliate me. Though they might not agree with me because there's this other people being laughed at because he was caught in the act! </div><div><br /></div><div>People do not know how we feel, do they? They were thinking to have fun. Though I was smiling (like an idiot) I was hurt inside. I was trying so hard for not crying in front of them. I was shaking. I was smiling while my heart is slowly crackin'.</div><div><br /></div><div>So here's the story, I agree on meeting this guy who said he wants to know about the products in Manulife. He wanted to meet but in the other hand also wanted to make jokes about this other guy who unfortunately happens to be my bf. So I said okay. So we had an appointment on Friday night. Right!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's come the Friday. And to cut it short, at 10 pm I got a call from my friend to meet her at a mall. She's a good friend of mine and also happens to be this guy's cousin. They all work together in the same company; my bf, this guy and my friend. When we met, he said "Okay, this is only for a joke. You shouldn't be angry." I nodded. But when I walked to the table, there's this woman I never really like sitting beside my bf. Wait! This is not the problem. This is only the start.</div><div><br /></div><div>That afternoon, I was asking my bf what is he going to do. And he said, he's going to hang around with his friends and ADDED the woman I don't like is not coming. I won't have to be worry. So, okay.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's not the lies that hurts me. But it seems that they all know how my feelings to that woman. They make fun of him. But I don't know how, I was hurt. They made fun of me. And I hate to hear her laughing satisfied. I feel like she's laughing at me. I tried to smile, but I really couldn't. And the fact that they all know about me not liking that woman is just super! I can't trust him anymore. And I don't know how many more lies or how many times he has been lying. </div><div><br /></div><div>He said he did it to respect me. To protect me from being angry. It's just bullshit and you know it!</div><div><br /></div><div>I just can't describe how I feel last night. How I wish I was not there. I wish I was asleep, knowing he's hanging out with his friends only. I know you have nothing to do with that woman. But still, I don't need a white lie or what so ever. I need you to respect my feelings. </div><div><br /></div><div>They don't know how it feels to be broken.</div><div><br /></div><div>smiling in vain,</div><div><i>coffee.stains</i></div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-45166525631417799782010-01-09T12:24:00.002+07:002010-01-09T12:38:32.772+07:00How To Do It Right!Okay! So here's what we need to do.<div><br /></div><div>Today I discover some ways to do your task in a very right way (until now) according to me, si nodakopi. HAHA</div><div><br /></div><div>This is the story, I've been delaying things I have to finish sometimes ago. And today I finished all of my tasks. And I'm happy.</div><div><br /></div><div>What I do is make a target for what I want to do on the next day. Yesterday I tweeted my mission for today:</div><div>1. Doing car wash on my own and clean the inside. IT IS DONE!</div><div>2. Finishing FUTU's articles on Christmas Mass last December 24th 2009. AND DONE TOO!</div><div>and I'm proud of myself on this little tasks I promised to do yesterday.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am sure, when we have a good will, we can always do it right away. Because usually, I will tell myself "there's still enough time" and therefor I tend to postpone doing my tasks. And yes, it is NOT GOOD. HAHA. </div><div><br /></div><div>And here's the most important thing: if you have to do it on your computer which have an access to the Internet, you will have to keep yourself from opening sites you don't need. For example: you only need your yahoo account to send your task to some friends. Then open only that site. DO NOT open your facebook, friendster, twitter account or else. That way, you will focus on your tasks!</div><div><br /></div><div>And when it's done, you can open whatever you want! </div><div><br /></div><div>Things to remember:</div><div>1. Make some target for tomorrow.</div><div>2. Make sure you will do it. Have faith and have will!</div><div>3. Focus on what you're doing.</div><div>4. Things are done.</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay! That's all I want to share for today. I hope it may help. Although I might not be the first who discover this simple things. But I really find myself useful today. </div><div><br /></div><div>Love what I'm doing,</div><div><i>coffee.stains</i></div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-15708695661425093132009-12-30T22:26:00.004+07:002009-12-30T23:15:59.211+07:00My Confessions. My Prayers.<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">The year almost pass us by and we had a big fight.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">It's December 30, 2009. I might have hurt you with my words, I am truly sorry. But then I know, maybe I was afraid. I was mad at myself for some reason that I couldn't find a way to convince myself to stand up for the love we have.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">Maybe I've been hanging my expectation too high and makes it complicated. I want a decent proposal and no, you're not that much of a romantic person. I was disappointed knowing that you have done nothing by saying: it isn't that important because we're both adults and we know we love each other. But, that's what a girl (like me) would want to experience. </p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">But then on the contrary I see, you have been there for me all along. Every time I got pulled to the dark side, you bring me back the lights. You cheered me up when I was sad. And show me love when I feel like nobody wants me or loves me. Not even my closest ones.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">Yes, maybe I was afraid.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">But I know,</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">You will be the man who holds my hands when I am lost.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">The one who will always be right by my side every time.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">The one who will make sure it's all okay. </p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">And I know,</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">That I want you to be the one who wakes me up from bad dreams.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">The one who hugs me then whispers there's nothing to be afraid of.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">The one who tucks me back to sleep with a kiss on my forehead.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">I hope you could be the place to throw all my fears and sadness.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">A storage to share and save all my stories and bags of laughters.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">A man who has loads of spaces of forgiveness for my selfishness.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">To a man who loves me and whom I love.</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri">For sure,</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"><i>coffee.stains</i></p>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-81338994698720914782009-12-26T08:23:00.002+07:002009-12-26T08:38:09.180+07:00A Day After Christmas.<div>Why changing for the better is not easy?</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday was Christmas and I had so much fun until this envious and jealousy feelings came at noon. I don't like it. I feel sorry for myself who looks pretty much okay on the outside yet so fragile on the inside.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyone knows why it's like that? I don't want to be someone who always feel jealous to somebody else. So please, if anybody knows how to fix it, tell me. It hurts so much when you want to be a good person but you have to feel insecure because of these jealousy and envious feeling. It's so uncomfortable.</div><div><br /></div><div>Honestly, I am a person who loves to see other people happy. I will try my best to help people and gladly put my privacy aside for them. It's almost like I dare sacrificing my happiness for them, just to see them happy. I know sometimes it's wrong. But, it's more painful to see people unhappy, especially because of me. Oh, dear!</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope (and it's my biggest hope) I will learn how to be a good person in portion. Amen!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hoping for the best to come,</div><div><i>coffee.stains</i> </div><div><br /></div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-73115281481027892352009-12-24T08:45:00.003+07:002009-12-24T09:04:49.297+07:00Christmas Eve!Good Morning, Christmas Eve!<div><br /></div><div>This is what I love about December. It's the month of Christmas and here we are on Christmas Eve. The Christmas Day is only on our finger tips. I can smell the peace on earth for us all.</div><div><br /></div><div>It would be great, just like Celine Dion's song - Don't save it all for Christmas day: Don't get so busy that you miss giving just a little kiss to the ones you love. Don't even wait a little while to give in just a little smile, a little is enough.</div><div><br /></div><div>It always going to be better is we find a way to give a little love every day. Not only on Christmas Day. The world will be better. A whole lot better, dear.</div><div><br /></div><div>This song really inspires me to share and give, not only take from whoever near me. I must admit, it is special - this feeling when it comes to December. Knowing that Christmas is near. The spirit to love and share is stronger than ever.</div><div><br /></div><div>What I do on Christmas Eve?</div><div>Going to the church is a must. Not only routines, but there we share with people who also have the same spirit of Christmas. And of course, to give thanks to Jesus Christ who always be there for me the whole year and all my life. Christmas doesn't mean we have to wear something new. Well, I used to have new clothes and shoes. But now that I'm old enough to think, it's not about that. It's about how we try to fix ourself and share the love we have.</div><div><br /></div><div>This year, I hope I can spend Christmas with my loved ones this last two years (aside from my family of course). We haven't had a chance to spend Christmas together after two years being together. There are so many thing has passed yet we're still holding hands and stand as a couple. I am truly grateful for having him. He has the greatest patience ever! Although I must admit, it's not easy for us to stand along this far. I hope God will hear my prayer. A simple wish just to make my Christmas perfect. Him and my family.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have a jolly Christmas Eve,</div><div><i>coffee.stains</i></div><div><br /></div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-77771550681152205362009-12-23T23:02:00.003+07:002009-12-23T23:10:06.132+07:00Thank you to this younger girl.Dia bukan anak kecil, hanya lebih muda.<div><br /></div><div>Dan ternyata kami punya hobi (kadang-kadang) yang sama, menulis. Karena dirinya juga, hari ini saya kembali menulis. Mungkin pendek, tapi ini sebagai ucapan terima kasih saya karena diingatkan untuk menulis (lagi).</div><div><br /></div><div>Dia memang lebih muda dari saya. Tapi yang saya tahu, dia bukan anak kecil. Karena dari pembicaraan beberapa hari ini, saya bisa menilai kalau dia adalah seorang yang gigih dan mau belajar dari orang lain. Salah satunya adalah saya, yang masih jauh dari sempurna dalam hal tulis menulis. Karena saya bukan seorang pro. Saya hanya berusaha menyampaikan apa yang pernah disampaikan pada saya selama belajar menjadi seorang <i>copywriter</i>. Jadi pelajaran yang kebetulan saya ingat dan saya dapat, bisa saya bagikan juga.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sungguh menyenangkan mempunyai seorang teman yang senang melakukan hal yang sama dengan kita. </div><div><br /></div><div>Terima kasih, Nicky. Kamu sudah membuat saya 'mulai' menulis (iseng) lagi - <i>which I love so much.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Menulis lagi,</div><div><i>coffee.stains</i></div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-38817115255317083882009-11-02T19:09:00.003+07:002009-11-02T19:23:14.500+07:00Mungkin.Pernahkah kita berpikir lebih dihargai dan dicintai orang lain daripada keluarga sendiri?<div><br /></div><div>Mungkin sebagian dari kita pernah merasakan apa yang tertulis di atas. Mungkin. Apakah perasaan tersebut nyata adanya atau itu hanyalah perasaan kita sebagai manusia yang mempunyai sifat cenderung tidak pernah merasa puas? Mungkin.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pernahkah kita merasa tidak pernah cukup berbuat sesuatu yang dapat membuat orang yang kita cintai? Rasanya itu sebagian dari kita selalu merasa tidak cukup baik. Mungkin.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pernahkah kita merasa sudah melakukan semampu yang kita bisa, tapi nampaknya orang terdekat kita selalu memandangnya sebelah mata dan selalu meminta lebih? Sebagian orang bisa saja merasakan jengah. Mungkin.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pernahkah kita merasa kecewa atas diri kita yang selalu ditekan dan dibandingkan dengan sesama kita yang berada jauh di atas kuasa kita? Rasanya sebagian dari kita pernah kecewa. Mungkin. </div><div><br /></div><div>Pernahkah kita merasakan lelah hidup di dunia dan berharap untuk lari dari kenyataan yang ada dalam hidup? Sebagian orang bisa saja merasa lelah dan putus asa. Mungkin.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pernahkah kita tak pernah berhenti berharap dan terus berusaha? Sebagian dari kita bisa saja bertahan dan tidak berhenti berusaha memberikan yang terbaik bagi orang yang dicintainya. Tapi jika segala usaha yang dilakukannya tidak pernah cukup sampai dia ditekan terus, mungkin dia akan berhenti memberikan apa yang dia miliki dan jenuh berusaha membuat orang lain bahagia. Karena dia akan merasakan lelah dan kecewa yang akhirnya membunuh mereka secara perlahan. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mungkin,</div><div>coffee.stains</div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-65506495436080897612009-10-30T08:17:00.002+07:002009-10-30T08:43:24.251+07:00Kriteria dan Laki-laki.Kriteria laki-laki pendamping yang baik menurut dia.<div><br /></div><div>1. Mengerti dan menerima dia apa adanya. Tidak ada yang sempurna di dunia ini. Semestinya mereka tahu; dia orangnya cuek, semaunya sendiri, keras kepala, dan senang bersuka - suka bersenang-senang. Yang lebih unik lagi, dia seorang yang <i>moody</i> dan punya penyakit "mendadak diam seribu bahasa" yang sangat aneh. Mungkin ngga banyak orang yang bisa ngerti hal ini. Tapi itulah dia apa adanya. </div><div><br /></div><div>2. Bisa membimbingnya, tanpa mencela. Dia ngga butuh celaan. Karena menurut observasi, hidupnya sudah cukup padat dengan celaan. Kenapa juga dia mau dicela lagi. Bimbingan yang datang dari hati isinya bukan celaan.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. Tidak gampang menyerah. Hidup pasti penuh dengan cobaan. Tapi patut diingat, bukan Dia yang memberi cobaan. Karena Dia tidak pernah mencobai kita! Justru Dialah yang memberi kita kekuatan untuk melalui cobaan yang sedang kita alami. Jadi, dia butuh laki-laki yang bisa melihat ke depan tanpa menyalahkan siapapun. Tidak gampang menyerah karena dia butuh perlindungan yang hanya bisa didapat dari laki-laki yang cukup kuat untuk mendampingi hidupnya.</div><div><br /></div><div>4. Pekerja keras. Bukan laki-laki yang kaya dengan harta yang ngga akan habis tujuh turunan. Karena melihat dan belajar dari kehidupan, uang bisa dicari dan uang ngga dibawa mati! Asalkan ada kemauan dan tidak mudah mengeluh, laki-laki itu pasti bisa membuatnya bahagia. Bukan berarti dia ngga mau kerja juga, tapi laki-laki adalah kepala keluarga dan harus mampu menghidupi keluarganya. Hey, it's your job, Monsieur! Perempuan hanya membantu, itu yang seharusnya terjadi bukan?</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Dekat dengan keluarganya. Dia memerlukan laki-laki yang dekat, sayang dan direstui oleh keluarganya. Karena untuknya, hubungan yang baik dengan keluarga adalah kunci utama keberhasilan dalam sebuah hubungan. </div><div><br /></div><div>6. Keluarga laki-laki yang menyayangi dia apa adanya. Ketulusan yang datang dari keluarganya merupakan berkat dan anugrah yang menyenangkan. Bayangkan kalau keluarganya tidak merestui dan memberikan "cap" buruk di keningnya. Lebih baik dia melangkah menjauh. Ingat, dia tidak butuh celaan dan hinaan. </div><div><br /></div><div>7. Percaya diri. Hal ini penting sekali untuknya. Tanpe percaya diri, laki-laki ngga akan mampu memberikan yang terbaik yang mereka miliki untuk dipersembahkan kepada perempuan atau siapapun. Tanpa percaya diri yang mantab, pekerjaan yang dilakukannya tidak akan pernah berhasil. Asal jangan terlalu percaya diri, itu menyebalkan! </div><div><br /></div><div>8. Harus bisa nyetir dengan baik. Kedengarannya memang bodoh, tapi inilah kenyataannya. Cara menyetir seseorang bisa membuatnya menjauh. Bukan berarti laki-laki itu harus mengendarai mobil. Tapi yang menjadi penilaiannya adalah bagaimana cara mereka mengendarainya.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sejauh tulisan ini bercerita, delapan kriteria itu yang terlintas di dalam pikirannya (tentu saja ditambah kriteria standar: baik dan bertanggung jawab!) Semoga dia menemukan laki-laki yang tepat sebagai pendampingnya di masa depan.</div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-2287159048244392902009-10-26T16:08:00.003+07:002009-10-26T16:26:59.353+07:00Perasaan dan Penilaian.Setiap orang punya perasaan terpendam.<div><br /></div><div>Sebagai manusia, siapapun - termasuk aku dan kalian, pasti memiliki perasaan yang terkadang tidak bisa diungkapkan. Tuntutan yang datang dari sekitar kita kadang membuat kita tidak bisa menyatakan perasaan yang sebenarnya. Entah itu karena kita tidak ingin menyakiti perasaan orang lain atau sekedar malas berdebat panjang lebar.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yang paling sulit adalah menghadapi orang tua. Apalagi kalau Anda adalah orang yang diandalkan oleh orang tua. Sekecil apapun tuntutan mereka, pasti ada yang membuat perasaan menjadi jengkel. Percaya atau tidak, aku mengalami hal tersebut. Kesalahan atau salah memilih kata (atau bahkan intonasi bicara) bisa langsung diungkit dan menjadi masalah besar yang akhirnya berujung diam-diaman selama sekian waktu. Menyebalkan memang! Kalau mau dijawab salah. Ngga dijawab, kita juga yang sebal. </div><div><br /></div><div>Kadang aku berpikir, tidak pernahkah mereka berkaca dan introspeksi: "APA SAYA JUGA PERNAH SEPERTI ITU." Tapi jelas, ada satu pesan yang aku pelajari di sini, yaitu PALING GAMPANG MENYALAHKAN DAN MENILAI BURUK (khususnya) ORANG LAIN. Tapi kita sendiri paling susah melihat dan berkaca serta mengingat seperti apa pribadi kita. Itu yang aku dapat!</div><div><br /></div><div>Tidak menilai orang lain adalah hal tersulit untuk dilakukan. Kadang, saat orang menilai seseorang dari sisi buruknya, aku berusaha untuk mencari sisi baiknya terlebih dahulu. Sebisa mungkin aku mencoba untuk tidak menilai orang lain dari fisik atau tampaknya saja. Dengan demikian, lebih mudah untuk aku meminimalisir penilaianku terhadap seseorang. Mudah-mudahan tindakanku yang satu itu benar adanya. Aku juga tidak mau penilaianku disalahgunakan oleh oknum yang tidak bertanggung jawab.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sebelum menilai orang lain, mari kita berkaca dan mencoba introspeksi diri sendiri. Karena tidak ada seorangpun yang sempurna di dunia.</div><div><br /></div><div>Merasa aneh karena sudah lama tidak menulis,</div><div>coffee.stains</div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-83851578668060479022009-10-13T13:34:00.000+07:002009-10-13T13:37:49.267+07:00My speech in Audy's wedding.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 13px; "><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span lang="EN-CA">I know this girl in my whole life. We’ve been apart for like I don’t know how long. But although she’s far away from home, I can still feel her close to me and I believe the rest of the family feel the same way too. I am so proud of her and wish I could be like her. She’s a <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1255415710_0">good friend of mine</span>, a great sister to me, Poppy and Deo and I know she will always be. She’s also a great daughter to my parents. She’s a great person that I know for sure. Although sometimes she might seem…errr, pretty much difficult, but I assure you, she has a great heart.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span lang="EN-CA"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span lang="EN-CA">Now since she has found the love of her life, I think she’s no longer a girl. I am sure she’ll be a great friend slash wife to Greg, a great sister to Devin, a great daughter to Frank and Rorie. Also a great grand-daughter to Grandma Rita and family, also Baba and Gido. We won’t have to worry about her for she has a family here that will take a good care of her. I’ll make sure you’ll do it, Greg! And I know you’ve been doing it this whole time. Therefore, I’d like to thank you for that. And also Tante Rita and Jean-Yves and all her friends that gather here today to celebrate their wedding, thank you all.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span lang="EN-CA"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span lang="EN-CA">I, on behalf of Audy’s family would love to pray for her happiness ahead with Greg. May both of you build a happy cheerful and success family with <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1255415710_1">cute kids</span> sooner or later. I love you both.</span></p></span>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-82663856211205509502009-09-22T22:46:00.003+07:002009-09-22T23:00:02.185+07:00Train To Dorval.It's amazing. <div><br /></div><div>I feel like Harry Potter. Haha. Traveling by train with wifi on it. When will we have such thing in Indonesia? Next 20 years? Or maybe we do have it and I'm the one who doesn't know that? Help me!</div><div><br /></div><div>It's going to be more or less 4 hours 30 minutes trip to Dorval, Montreal from Toronto. My sister is going to pick us up on the train station there. I hope it's going to be great there in Montreal.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm feeling a little dizzy, traveling backwards on the train. Feels like going to "jackpot"! Oh not again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Should I sleep instead?</div><div>coffee.stains </div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-10380213850234196522009-09-20T19:55:00.002+07:002009-09-20T20:02:31.565+07:00Cold Breeze.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Good Morning from Toronto.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It's a simple hello from Toronto, Canada. Starting my day at 9, take shower then go out and play. What a wonderful morning and it's definitely cold breeze stoned in my skin.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The slumber was nice. A long sleep one after another. Had jet lag yesterday! But today would be good, I promise.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I'm going out. I'm having loads of fun! Can't wait to see my sister and everyone else.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Love from Toronto,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">coffee.strains</span></div>nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-81418421744990494102009-09-19T20:20:00.001+07:002009-09-19T20:26:01.263+07:00Welcome To Canada!<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Oh my! Another trip when I can’t go to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">This is not fun at all. But I hope Canada pays for this devastating long trip. Five hours to Hong Kong, then stayed there for like another five hours. Thank God I decided to bring my BlackBook with me. Since I’m not activating my BlackBerry. It’s good to know that HKIA has free WiFi connection. So five hours wasn’t really anything back then. What is really SOMETHING is the next thing I’m going to tell you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">It’s like hell to have a long trip without being able to go to sleep. Not that I’m not trying. But the position was impossible for me to enjoy this long freakin’ trip. LOL! The flight itself was at 2.45 in the morning, which was killing me. On the plane, it turned out that I couldn’t fall asleep. Sleeping and waking up was not very delightful. What bothered me most when it became a bumpy flight while I was feeling hungry. It makes me want to “jackpot”! From Hong Kong to Toronto, it took 14.38 hours. From now on, I officially hate long trips! Well, it’s not really from now on, coz I realized that the first time I went to my sister’s six years ago. Oh yeah! And now that she’s getting married, I can’t refuse to go. Hey! I’m the maid of honor! Ha! That is why.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">We are going to stay in Toronto for three nights. See Niagara Falls, meet my cousin and then take the train for another 4.5 hours to Montreal. But my sister said, there’s Internet on the train. So yes, this is why I decided to carry 9 KGs of heavy load on my shoulder, in my backpack. LOL! So lame! I really hope I’ll have fun in Canada and have some pop tarts, poutine, beavertail, malt ovaltine, and the best part is my favorite Cadbury chocolate mint! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Canada, I’m coming!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Full of hopes,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">coffee.stains </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"><span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->nodakopihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447noreply@blogger.com0