<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624</id><updated>2011-10-26T23:00:08.808+07:00</updated><category term='Complain'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Sharing'/><category term='broken wings'/><category term='Curhat'/><title type='text'>a road to freedom</title><subtitle type='html'>There'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.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-5794795964685033074</id><published>2011-06-17T20:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T20:41:22.728+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind Of People I Dislike</title><content type='html'>Okay. I don't like that person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nimpuk*,&lt;br /&gt;coffee.stains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-5794795964685033074?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/5794795964685033074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=5794795964685033074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/5794795964685033074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/5794795964685033074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2011/06/kind-of-people-i-dislike.html' title='Kind Of People I Dislike'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-2594319203947372030</id><published>2011-05-02T16:55:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T17:46:58.529+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee To Complete Your Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear lovely people: who does not need coffee, raise your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;..coffee stories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32cLyjQCRLs/Tb6CMcTasBI/AAAAAAAAADk/7O_FlrQPYfI/s1600/DSC04930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32cLyjQCRLs/Tb6CMcTasBI/AAAAAAAAADk/7O_FlrQPYfI/s320/DSC04930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602058136763150354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my wedding souvenirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xAUrqX8UmEU/Tb6FCEZiAgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-FA6uLkJk9g/s1600/DSC_2048%2B%2528Caffe%2BLatte%2B%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xAUrqX8UmEU/Tb6FCEZiAgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-FA6uLkJk9g/s320/DSC_2048%2B%2528Caffe%2BLatte%2B%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602061257082536450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian Coffee Shop's cafe latte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gO8ZyXMfDzg/Tb6EYxCkEHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZTWRJVN2lmo/s1600/NDY_4417%2B%2528%2BThai%2BIce%2BTea%2B%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gO8ZyXMfDzg/Tb6EYxCkEHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZTWRJVN2lmo/s320/NDY_4417%2B%2528%2BThai%2BIce%2BTea%2B%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602060547511292018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian Coffee Shop's thai iced tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QY_EYddSDos/Tb6FdOlFO4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/RqwJqOA_d7E/s1600/NDY_4146%2B%2528%2BGreen%2BTea%2BLatte%2B%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QY_EYddSDos/Tb6FdOlFO4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/RqwJqOA_d7E/s320/NDY_4146%2B%2528%2BGreen%2BTea%2BLatte%2B%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602061723671804802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian Coffee Shop's green tea latte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zn6DaePwnWs/Tb6GGWQV_3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/tBqLbqiIKwY/s1600/IMG_3655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zn6DaePwnWs/Tb6GGWQV_3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/tBqLbqiIKwY/s320/IMG_3655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602062430106943346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my favorite: deep fried mushroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOdEtYfN-zU/Tb6HIqDNTPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/d7t_77_qtec/s1600/fani%2B10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOdEtYfN-zU/Tb6HIqDNTPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/d7t_77_qtec/s320/fani%2B10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602063569291922674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian Coffee Shop's spaghetti meat balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mnrtFqDGGMU/Tb6H8ghDpuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LGEfrpD0eEw/s1600/fani%2B14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mnrtFqDGGMU/Tb6H8ghDpuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LGEfrpD0eEw/s320/fani%2B14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602064460085962466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sebastian Coffee Shop's pizza foccasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEBASTIAN COFFEE SHOP&lt;br /&gt;Jl. Veteran No. 11 A&lt;br /&gt;Bintaro, Jakarta Selatan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opens daily&lt;br /&gt;2 pm - 11 pm (Sunday to Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;2 pm - 1 am (Friday &amp;amp; Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;touring,&lt;br /&gt;coffee.stains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-2594319203947372030?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2594319203947372030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=2594319203947372030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2594319203947372030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2594319203947372030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2011/05/coffee-to-complete-your-day.html' title='Coffee To Complete Your Day.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-32cLyjQCRLs/Tb6CMcTasBI/AAAAAAAAADk/7O_FlrQPYfI/s72-c/DSC04930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-4253657561846516041</id><published>2011-04-20T22:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:41:39.112+07:00</updated><title type='text'>White lies ahead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does white lies counted as lies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-4253657561846516041?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4253657561846516041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=4253657561846516041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4253657561846516041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4253657561846516041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2011/04/white-lies-ahead.html' title='White lies ahead.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-6871190855004532664</id><published>2011-04-12T15:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:09:53.662+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Coffee for Great People.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a hello from a coffee shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sebastian Coffee Shop opens daily from 2 pm - 11 pm on weekdays and 2 pm - 1 am on weekends (Friday &amp;amp; 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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brewing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coffee.stains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-6871190855004532664?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6871190855004532664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=6871190855004532664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6871190855004532664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6871190855004532664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2011/04/great-coffee-for-great-people.html' title='Great Coffee for Great People.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-3587935525287239800</id><published>2011-04-02T23:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:22:37.213+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Married Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is it so important to be married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;falling asleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-3587935525287239800?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3587935525287239800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=3587935525287239800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3587935525287239800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3587935525287239800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2011/04/married-life.html' title='Married Life.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-332490614644152537</id><published>2011-01-26T21:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:46:20.897+07:00</updated><title type='text'>share with me now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was it really that hard to get to the D-day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear friends, I would ask you to share with me. Especially those who are married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know when I get pass through this, I will survive safe and sound until the D-day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surviving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-332490614644152537?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/332490614644152537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=332490614644152537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/332490614644152537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/332490614644152537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2011/01/share-with-me-now.html' title='share with me now.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-8993095793067850998</id><published>2011-01-25T10:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:36:21.772+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a promise to myself</title><content type='html'>Wah! Saya berjanji akan segera menulis lagi.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss writing and I will definitely going to write soon. There are a lot of stories to tell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I will see you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;promising,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coffee.stains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-8993095793067850998?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8993095793067850998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=8993095793067850998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8993095793067850998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8993095793067850998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2011/01/promise-to-myself.html' title='a promise to myself'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-7543882236740350372</id><published>2010-07-28T12:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T13:04:48.206+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding.</title><content type='html'>Why would people need to celebrate a big wedding celebration?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;b&gt;holy matrimony&lt;/b&gt; and the people who love you to attend that ceremony. I don't know why people don't agree with this way of thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me one good reason. Anyone? Mom? Dad? Sisters? Brother? You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still in confusion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-7543882236740350372?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7543882236740350372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=7543882236740350372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7543882236740350372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7543882236740350372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2010/07/wedding.html' title='Wedding.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-389956531081835900</id><published>2010-07-01T09:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:58:15.260+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Camp!</title><content type='html'>This is my second CISV Camp and it's Seminar Camp!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the staff room,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-389956531081835900?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/389956531081835900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=389956531081835900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/389956531081835900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/389956531081835900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-camp.html' title='Another Camp!'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-3464046407141838456</id><published>2010-05-04T15:15:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:24:19.053+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funtastic Four?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;We are meant to be with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;FFR, MAW, RAN, RFM sometimes known as Kampretoz. Our trip of friendship was bond around two years ago (is it?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Although we have different minds, we have pretty much in commons. We love shopping, traveling and dreams of standing on our own feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Unfinished,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;coffee.stain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-3464046407141838456?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3464046407141838456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=3464046407141838456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3464046407141838456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3464046407141838456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2010/05/funtastic-four.html' title='Funtastic Four?'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-49513769918759634</id><published>2010-04-22T19:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:18:44.393+07:00</updated><title type='text'>On A Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It's fun to ride a bike with the one you love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You see things closer and clearer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You feel the wind on your face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You hear people honk at you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have trust in your partner.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You hold on to your partner.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You hug the man you love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You feel love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was on a bike,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-49513769918759634?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/49513769918759634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=49513769918759634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/49513769918759634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/49513769918759634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-bike.html' title='On A Bike'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-803004581755368522</id><published>2010-04-15T20:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:37:58.791+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello From Hanoi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, serif; "&gt;Di benak saya, Hanoi adalah kota besar yang modern seperti Jakarta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;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.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;Keberangkatan saya waktu itu adalah karena ada tugas (training sertifikasi) yang harus saya jalankan untuk mengemban tugas rahasia *halah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;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.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;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.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;SIngkat cerita, &lt;i&gt;the training was so much fun&lt;/i&gt;. 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).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri, serif;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/S83Ig7wFFPI/AAAAAAAAADA/2NhLld75h0I/s320/P1000263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462242391191000306" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;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.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;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.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;Selama 5 hari menyisiri Hanoi, kami sempat mampir ke beberapa tempat yang notabene terkenal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;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)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;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!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;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!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;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 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt; siapkan uang yang banyak untuk berbelanja di sini!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri, serif;"&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;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!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:Calibri;"&gt;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! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Calibri, serif;"&gt;Dan ingatkan bahwa saya masih punya hutang foto reportase selama di Hanoi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Calibri, serif;"&gt;Mengenang masa itu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Calibri, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;coffee.stains &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-803004581755368522?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/803004581755368522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=803004581755368522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/803004581755368522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/803004581755368522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-from-hanoi.html' title='Hello From Hanoi.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/S83Ig7wFFPI/AAAAAAAAADA/2NhLld75h0I/s72-c/P1000263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-4733121101490057412</id><published>2010-02-20T07:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T08:41:10.371+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Actually I don't really know what I want to write to you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said he did it to respect me. To protect me from being angry. It's just bullshit and you know it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They don't know how it feels to be broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smiling in vain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-4733121101490057412?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4733121101490057412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=4733121101490057412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4733121101490057412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4733121101490057412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-4516652563141779978</id><published>2010-01-09T12:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:38:32.772+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Do It Right!</title><content type='html'>Okay! So here's what we need to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I discover some ways to do your task in a very right way (until now) according to me, si nodakopi. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I do is make a target for what I want to do on the next day. Yesterday I tweeted my mission for today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Doing car wash on my own and clean the inside. IT IS DONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Finishing FUTU's articles on Christmas Mass last December 24th 2009. AND DONE TOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'm proud of myself on this little tasks I promised to do yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when it's done, you can open whatever you want! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things to remember:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Make some target for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Make sure you will do it. Have faith and have will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Focus on what you're doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Things are done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love what I'm doing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-4516652563141779978?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4516652563141779978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=4516652563141779978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4516652563141779978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4516652563141779978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-to-do-it-right.html' title='How To Do It Right!'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-1570869566142509313</id><published>2009-12-30T22:26:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:15:59.211+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Confessions. My Prayers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;The year almost pass us by and we had a big fight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;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.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;Yes, maybe I was afraid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;But I know,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;You will be the man who holds my hands when I am lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;The one who will always be right by my side every time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;The one who will make sure it's all okay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;And I know,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;That I want you to be the one who wakes me up from bad dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;The one who hugs me then whispers there's nothing to be afraid of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;The one who tucks me back to sleep with a kiss on my forehead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;I hope you could be the place to throw all my fears and sadness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;A storage to share and save all my stories and bags of laughters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;A man who has loads of spaces of forgiveness for my selfishness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;To a man who loves me and whom I love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;For sure,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Calibri"&gt;&lt;i&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-1570869566142509313?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1570869566142509313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=1570869566142509313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1570869566142509313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1570869566142509313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-confessions-my-prayers.html' title='My Confessions. My Prayers.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-8133899469872091478</id><published>2009-12-26T08:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T08:38:09.180+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day After Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why changing for the better is not easy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope (and it's my biggest hope) I will learn how to be a good person in portion. Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping for the best to come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-8133899469872091478?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8133899469872091478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=8133899469872091478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8133899469872091478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8133899469872091478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-after-christmas.html' title='A Day After Christmas.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-7311528148102789235</id><published>2009-12-24T08:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T09:04:49.297+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve!</title><content type='html'>Good Morning, Christmas Eve!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I do on Christmas Eve?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a jolly Christmas Eve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-7311528148102789235?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7311528148102789235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=7311528148102789235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7311528148102789235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7311528148102789235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve!'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-7777155068115220536</id><published>2009-12-23T23:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:10:06.132+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you to this younger girl.</title><content type='html'>Dia bukan anak kecil, hanya lebih muda.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;copywriter&lt;/i&gt;. Jadi pelajaran yang kebetulan saya ingat dan saya dapat, bisa saya bagikan juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sungguh menyenangkan mempunyai seorang teman yang senang melakukan hal yang sama dengan kita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terima kasih, Nicky. Kamu sudah membuat saya 'mulai' menulis (iseng) lagi - &lt;i&gt;which I love so much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menulis lagi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-7777155068115220536?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7777155068115220536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=7777155068115220536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7777155068115220536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7777155068115220536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you-to-this-younger-girl.html' title='Thank you to this younger girl.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-3881711525531708388</id><published>2009-11-02T19:09:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:23:14.500+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mungkin.</title><content type='html'>Pernahkah kita berpikir lebih dihargai dan dicintai orang lain daripada keluarga sendiri?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mungkin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-3881711525531708388?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3881711525531708388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=3881711525531708388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3881711525531708388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3881711525531708388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/11/mungkin.html' title='Mungkin.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-6550649543608089761</id><published>2009-10-30T08:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:43:24.251+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kriteria dan Laki-laki.</title><content type='html'>Kriteria laki-laki pendamping yang baik menurut dia.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;moody&lt;/i&gt; dan punya penyakit "mendadak diam seribu bahasa" yang sangat aneh. Mungkin ngga banyak orang yang bisa ngerti hal ini. Tapi itulah dia apa adanya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-6550649543608089761?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6550649543608089761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=6550649543608089761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6550649543608089761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6550649543608089761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/10/kriteria-dan-laki-laki.html' title='Kriteria dan Laki-laki.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-228715904824439290</id><published>2009-10-26T16:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:26:59.353+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perasaan dan Penilaian.</title><content type='html'>Setiap orang punya perasaan terpendam.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebelum menilai orang lain, mari kita berkaca dan mencoba introspeksi diri sendiri. Karena tidak ada seorangpun yang sempurna di dunia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merasa aneh karena sudah lama tidak menulis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-228715904824439290?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/228715904824439290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=228715904824439290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/228715904824439290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/228715904824439290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/10/perasaan-dan-penilaian.html' title='Perasaan dan Penilaian.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-8385157866806047902</id><published>2009-10-13T13:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:37:49.267+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My speech in Audy's wedding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;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'; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;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 &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1255415710_0"&gt;good friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;, 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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'; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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'; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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'; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;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'; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;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 &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1255415710_1"&gt;cute kids&lt;/span&gt; sooner or later. I love you both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-8385157866806047902?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8385157866806047902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=8385157866806047902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8385157866806047902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8385157866806047902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-speech-in-audys-wedding.html' title='My speech in Audy&apos;s wedding.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-8266385621120550950</id><published>2009-09-22T22:46:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:00:02.185+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Train To Dorval.</title><content type='html'>It's amazing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling a little dizzy, traveling backwards on the train. Feels like going to "jackpot"! Oh not again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I sleep instead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coffee.stains &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-8266385621120550950?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8266385621120550950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=8266385621120550950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8266385621120550950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8266385621120550950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/09/train-to-dorval.html' title='Train To Dorval.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-1038021385023419652</id><published>2009-09-20T19:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:02:31.565+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Breeze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Good Morning from Toronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The slumber was nice. A long sleep one after another. Had jet lag yesterday! But today would be good, I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm going out. I'm having loads of fun! Can't wait to see my sister and everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Love from Toronto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;coffee.strains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-1038021385023419652?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1038021385023419652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=1038021385023419652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1038021385023419652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1038021385023419652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/09/cold-breeze.html' title='Cold Breeze.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-8141842174499049410</id><published>2009-09-19T20:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:26:01.263+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To Canada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;Oh my! Another trip when I can’t go to sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;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.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;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.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;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! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;Canada, I’m coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;Full of hopes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;coffee.stains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-8141842174499049410?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8141842174499049410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=8141842174499049410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8141842174499049410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8141842174499049410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-to-canada.html' title='Welcome To Canada!'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-8530136877989282603</id><published>2009-09-19T20:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:21:51.481+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;Oh my! Another trip when I can’t go to sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;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.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;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.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;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! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;Canada, I’m coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;Full of hopes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;coffee.stains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-8530136877989282603?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8530136877989282603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=8530136877989282603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8530136877989282603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8530136877989282603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-another-trip-when-i-cant-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-9115600613933320150</id><published>2009-09-18T22:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:09:44.213+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong International Airport</title><content type='html'>Waiting for my connection flight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hong Kong International Airport, like others International airport, is clean and nice. Why can't our airport be like this? LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a 5 hours transit in HKIA to Toronto. Will be staying n Toronto for 2 nights then take the train to Montreal. Having plans to meet some of the Canadians' delegation. I hope I can meet them though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, starting to feel sleepy. I think I'm going to take a rest for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-9115600613933320150?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/9115600613933320150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=9115600613933320150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/9115600613933320150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/9115600613933320150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/09/hong-kong-international-airport.html' title='Hong Kong International Airport'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-9170788029619942091</id><published>2009-09-15T13:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:54:07.344+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee For My Soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coffee indeed for the soul in need. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A glass of coffee could cheer up my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes it makes me howl when I can't find a cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Coffee is sweet and sometimes bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;I find myself enjoy cups of coffee with all it tastes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Black Coffee, White Coffee, Blended Coffee, Over Iced Coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Whatever coffee fills my life with gladness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Therefore, I want to thank all my friends for being my HUGE cup of coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;Loving coffee. Loving friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-9170788029619942091?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/9170788029619942091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=9170788029619942091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/9170788029619942091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/9170788029619942091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/09/coffee-for-my-soul.html' title='Coffee For My Soul.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-3691602259526097853</id><published>2009-09-07T15:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:50:52.760+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku harus memilih jalan yang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Setahun sudah berlalu. Banyak yang kudapatkan dari perjalanan selama setahun belakangan ini. Aku bertemu teman-teman yang membuat hariku pernuh warna, hatiku menyanyikan lagu riang gembira. Walau tak menutup adanya kemungkinan aku merasakan kepahitan dan kecewa. Tapi itulah hidup yang sesungguhnya. Di sini aku punya keluarga. Perselisihan, pertengkaran, kebahagiaan, keriuhan dalam tawa adalah bagian dalam keluarga. Apa pun itu, aku tetap bagian dari keluarga ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Aku belajar berjalan seperti bayi yang kegirangan. Perlahan aku menapaki bagian hidup yang lain, yang sebelumnya tak pernah kukenal. Banyak cerita yang membuat hatiku tak pernah hampa. Kami saling menertawakan, saling menghibur, saling menjaga. Setahun yang penuh dengan kenangan. Aku yakin, kenangan ini tidak akan hanya berhenti sampai di sini. Walaupun aku melangkahkan kaki ke tempat lain, tempat ini akan selalu jadi tempat perhentianku karena di dalamnya ada saudara-saudaraku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Di sini aku belajar mengerti tentang kehidupan yang tidak semuanya sempurna. Selalu ada sisi yang gompal, sisi yang tidak terawat, sisi yang penuh dengan tambalan. Ada yang terlihat sempurna, tapi sebenarnya tidak. Mungkin juga ada yang terlihat bahagia, namun tidak di dalamnya. Tidak ada yang tahu. Aku hanya belajar memahami dan tersenyum saat menemukan kenyataan itu ada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku akan pergi membawa semua kenangan pahit dan manis bersamaku. Tapi jelas aku akan mengunjungi tempat ini lagi, mengunjungi saudara-saudaraku di Satucitra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Sampai nanti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-3691602259526097853?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3691602259526097853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=3691602259526097853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3691602259526097853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3691602259526097853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-goodbye.html' title='It&apos;s not goodbye.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-2230164038132151048</id><published>2009-08-31T20:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:43:36.075+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is next?</title><content type='html'>Where is it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost two years now. Next year she'll be 26! What a number. It needs all the heart and soul just to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why people always think about money? Can money really buy happiness? Can money buy all satisfactions in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still has to pick up the pieces. So many things to do. So many things to think about. Making people happy is not the easiest thing to do. For her, it's the hardest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning all the enviousness, go through the stepping stone, throw away all the doubts and the freaking long list still continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs to know where it's going. Will God help her in the end? She starts to think that she's missing all the points of living. Why can't this life be so simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting all the thoughts aside,&lt;br /&gt;coffee.stains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-2230164038132151048?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2230164038132151048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=2230164038132151048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2230164038132151048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2230164038132151048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-next.html' title='What is next?'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-2035589955129771012</id><published>2009-08-31T15:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:32:05.356+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yakin pilih yang pribadi?</title><content type='html'>Alat komunikasi untuk kebutuhan pribadi seseorang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya teknologi komunikasi diciptakan untuk keperluan manusia yang bersifat pribadi. Telepon, Surat, Telegram, bla bla bla. Jenis komunikasi tersebut dimanfaatkan oleh dua orang. Tapi dengan berkembangnya teknologi, rasanya fungsi itu mulai berubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misalnya saja, sms bisa dikirim ke banyak orang tanpa harus mengetik ulang isinya. E-mail apa lagi! Kita hanya perlu memasukkan alamatnya saja. Sekarang dengan adanya jejaring sosial macam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friendster, Facebook, Twitter&lt;/span&gt;, kita bisa lebih terbuka dalam berkomunikasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang bikin bingung adalah fungsi komunikasi yang sifatnya pribadi jadi hilang. Bahkan bisa dibilang tidak terlihat lagi. Dengan adanya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BlackBerry&lt;/span&gt; misalnya, padahal kita bisa chatting langsung dengan pengguna&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; instant messenger&lt;/span&gt; atau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blackberry messenger&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi tetap kecenderungannya orang lebih suka mengumbar status atau percakapan dengan memanfaatkan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; atau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt; tadi itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sendiri terkadang melakukan hal yang sama. Tapi justru itulah yang membuat Saya berpikir. Kenapa kita lebih memilih fasilitas umum tersebut dibandingkan lewat jalur yang lebih pribadi? Bukankah awalnya teknologi komunikasi digunakan untuk itu? Apakah sedemikian narsisnya kita, sampai melupakan jaringan pribadi yang disediakan oleh teknologi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang tau kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;coffee.stains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-2035589955129771012?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2035589955129771012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=2035589955129771012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2035589955129771012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2035589955129771012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/08/yakin-pilih-yang-pribadi.html' title='Yakin pilih yang pribadi?'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-2199659733581599944</id><published>2009-08-27T17:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:00:07.891+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terima kasih sudah mengisi hidupku.</title><content type='html'>Tulisan ini kuketik hanya untukmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sering kali dia menjagaku. Tidak pernah mencelakai aku. Aku jatuh cinta padanya, sejak pertama kali aku mengenalnya. Aku ingat pertama kali dia datang ke rumah, senyum sumringah terpatri di wajahku. Seperti seorang anak kecil yang baru saja dibelikan gulali oleh orang tuanya. Dia di sana, sama seperti yang sudah kubayangkan. Seperti mimpi yang menjadi kenyataan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empat tahun berlalu, bukanlah masa yang singkat buatku. Pendamping yang telah mengisi hari-hariku dengan celoteh, manja, lantunan lagu favoritku, dan tak pernah menolak menemani aku ngebut di jalanan. Saat yang lain menolak untuk ikut, hanya dia yang tak pernah takut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku senang, aku sedih, dia yang paling mengerti. Saat aku sedang ingin sendiri, hanya dia yang aku cari. Bahkan bukan orang terdekatku, tapi dia. Hanya dia yang kuajak pergi, terkadang hanya berputar kesana kemari untuk menjernihkan pikiran. Hanya dia yang membuatku nyaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tidak jarang juga dia merengek minta dimanja. Bak anak kecil yang minta dibelikan permen sebagai balasan karena sudah memenuhi permintaanku. Kalau ini terjadi, aku hanya bisa berlapang dada. Sebisanya kupenuhi keinginannya. Seringnya, aku minta bantuan papa. Karena aku sendiri, sungguh tidak sanggup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buatku, dia benar-benar mimpi yang menjadi kenyataan. Apa yang aku inginkan, ada padanya. Adikku juga mencintai dia, sama seperti aku. Saat aku lupa memanjakan dirinya, adikku yang kadang mengajaknya bersenang-senang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak adikku kuliah ke Jogja, dia jadi sering minta dimanja. Ampun seribu ampun, setiap kali adikku pulang ke Tangerang, pasti ada saja permintaannya. Kadang sampai capai hati dibuatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini tiba saatnya untuk berpisah. Kuharap kamu bahagia bersamanya. Bukan aku tak cinta lagi, tapi selayaknya manusia, aku memutuskan untuk memilih yang mungkin sedikit lebih baik. Tapi aku tau, dia akan selalu jadi bagian dalam hidupku. Sampai kapanpun, selalu di hatiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih Jazz Biruku. Dia pilihan pertamaku, aku memilihnya karena aku menginginkannya. Permintaanku dikabulkan. Terima kasih Papa dan Mama yang sudah membuat mimpiku jadi kenyataan. Semoga pemiliknya yang baru juga mencintainya, bahkan lebih dari yang sudah kulakukan untuknya. Amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam perpisahan,&lt;br /&gt;coffee.stains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-2199659733581599944?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2199659733581599944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=2199659733581599944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2199659733581599944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2199659733581599944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/08/terima-kasih-sudah-mengisi-hidupku.html' title='Terima kasih sudah mengisi hidupku.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-724551647713565816</id><published>2009-08-20T13:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:06:49.737+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog khusus lirik lagu.</title><content type='html'>Pengen bikin satu blog yang khusus buat posting lirik lagu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena secara pribadi, gue juga suka ngumpulin lirik. Bahkan kalau lagi niat, gue suka ngetes kemampuan mendengar gue (hearing test) terhadap beberapa lagu. Kalau udah selesai, baru deh gue cari lirik yang sebenarnya. Dan gue bisa tercengang dengan kemampuan gue itu. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niat gue ini bukan untuk dipublikasikan sih. Lebih karena kepuasan pribadi aja. Haha. Biar gampang kalo mau nyanyi-nyanyi tapi ngga hafal liriknya. Tapi kalau ada di antara teman-teman yang mau menyumbangkan lirik lagu kesukaan, gue akan sangat senang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membuat blog singyoursong,&lt;br /&gt;coffee.stains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-724551647713565816?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/724551647713565816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=724551647713565816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/724551647713565816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/724551647713565816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-khusus-lirik-lagu.html' title='Blog khusus lirik lagu.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-5782398349772823162</id><published>2009-08-20T12:15:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:15:03.928+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bird and The Bee's Musicane</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4888d3978e9a1f16/4a8cdbd6976419e2/4888d3978e9a1f16/a2bb4380/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-5782398349772823162?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/5782398349772823162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=5782398349772823162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/5782398349772823162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/5782398349772823162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/08/bird-and-bee-musicane.html' title='The Bird and The Bee&amp;#39;s Musicane'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-7044371441445713073</id><published>2009-08-19T13:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:14:52.454+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia dan penyakitnya.</title><content type='html'>Sampai menunggu perasaan si ranjang tiba ke pucuk pikiran, dia menulis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulisan inipun dibuat dalam keadaan hati yang galau, kacau. Kalau mau dikomentari silakan. Tapi jangan membuat penilaian hanya dari sudut pandang si pembaca saja. Karena sejak awal dia sudah bilang dengan gamblang, dia sedang galau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak awal hari ini, dia sudah bisa mengira. Hari ini bukanlah hari yang baik untuknya. Bahkan dia tak bisa bermanis-manis seperti biasa. Rasanya kurang adil buat semua orang di sekitarnya. Tapi apa mau dikata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penyakit ini, boleh dibilang begitu, sudah ada sejak lama. Sebelum  dia sadar ini sebuah keanehan pun, penyakit itu sudah sering bertandang di dalam dirinya. Penyakit diam, begitu dia sering menyebutnya. Beberapa orang teman sudah tahu jenis penyakit ini ada padanya. Dan untungnya mereka mengerti. Tapi anehnya, keluarganya malah kadang sering bertanya-tanya. Mereka mungkin tahu, hanya saja tidak sadar kalau itulah dia, yang mau tidak mau dan sayangnya begitulah adanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia tidak tahu si pacar masih ingat atau tidak. Tapi sebelum mereka sepakat untuk menjalani hubungan, dia sempat bilang mengenai hal itu. Harusnya dia masih ingat, karena kalau tidak, dia pasti sudah kabur. Menyerah dan angkat kaki dari kehidupannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti yang sebelumnya dia bilang, hari ini dia merasa dekat dengan neraka. Bahkan dia merasa seperti penghuninya. Senyum yang terpasang hari ini adalah palsu. Mulai tadi pagi, dia sudah mengecewakan seorang ibu. Ada perasaan berdosa, tapi perasaan masa bodo lebih mendominasi di dalamku. Merajalela, mengendalikan dan mengambil alih kesadarannya untuk menebus kesalahan itu. Dia tidak bisa berbuat apa-apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segala sesuatu di hari ini adalah salah. Setiap kesalahan itu terkait dengan berbagai alasan yang selama ini menjadi pertimbangan dan akhirnya merusak akal sehatnya. Yah, mulai berpikir cetek adalah kerusakan otak yang parah untuk dirinya. Dia malu dengan pikirannya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu kecetekan yang ada adalah saat terbersit orang hanya memanfaatkan kebaikannya. Hanya kecewa yang ada saat pikirannya melontarkan kemungkinan itu. Tapi dia berusaha untuk menyapu pikiran tolol itu ke pinggir otaknya. Yah, hanya berusaha menyingkirkan dan dia tahu pasti satu saat pikiran itu pasti akan kembali menemukan jalan untuk perlahan-lahan menempati tempat di tengah otaknya. Menyedihkan. Iya. Menyedihkan. Dia merasakan sesak dan perih. Dan dia tidak butuh rasa kasihan, melainkan bukti bahwa pikiran itu salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia hanya bisa menunggu sampai kesadarannya berfungsi kembali. Sampat saat itu tiba, dia hanya bisa berdoa dan berusaha menepis pikiran tolol dari otaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulisan ini dibuat tidak dengan maksud apapun. Kalaupun ada, itu adalah untuk melegakan dan meredakan kegalauan di hatinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengusir galau,&lt;br /&gt;coffee.stains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-7044371441445713073?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7044371441445713073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=7044371441445713073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7044371441445713073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7044371441445713073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/08/dia-dan-penyakitnya.html' title='Dia dan penyakitnya.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-7517114085534439389</id><published>2009-08-06T23:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:10:12.312+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hampir saja.</title><content type='html'>Hari ini hampir tabrakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha, sekarang baru bisa tertawa lega. Kalo tadi, mukanya udah kusut dan deg-degan ngga karuan. Huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi hari ini setelah berbicara tentang kebebasan, si nodakopi (dan Sasa serta Ucu. Bede lagi sakit jadi ngga bisa ikutan) ke PS untuk sekedar bertukar pikiran dan bercerita. Akhirnya mereka bertiga duduk di Bakerzin. Makannya sih sedikit, tapi ngobrolnya yang lama. Mereka milih tempat agak di pojok, di sofa berwarna merah ngejreng. Dekat dengan kaca (yang akhirnya dimanfaatkan buat foto) dan cukup dekat dengan yang lain (soalnya bisa dengar ketawanya segerombolan Oom Oom yang pengen jadi pusat perhatian - soalnya ketawanya berlebihan, jadi kayak minta diperhatiin gitu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah ngobrol, mereka sempat jalan ke Sogo dan Metro. Tapi ngga nemu apa-apa. That's a good thing! Sekalian nunggu Ucu dijemput sopir tercintanya, mereka bertiga ke food court, beli es krim dan akhirnya ngobrol lagi. Kali ini duduk di depan konter Cold Stone. Pas banget di depan situ. Mereka akhirnya berpisah setelah sopirnya Ucu ngasih tau kalo dia udah sampe depan PS. Akhirnya Sasa pulang ikut Ucu dan si nodakopi langsung menuju parkiran, pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a smooth drive until she reached the highway. Setelah lewat Karang Tengah, si nodakopi menjejakan kaki di pedal gas. Belum lama jarum speedometer ada di angka 100, tiba-tiba mobil depan ngerem mendadak. Akhirnya dia terpaksa harus memindahkan kakinya untuk langsung menginjak pedal rem. Untung si biru bisa berhenti tepat waktu, walaupun jarak ke mobil di depan bisa dibilang sangat dekat! Dan masih untung lagi, mobil di belakang juga bisa ngerem tanpa harus nyenggol pantat si biru. Phew! Jantung si nodakopi langsung berdetak cepat dan dia merasa mual. Kakinya langsung lemas, tapi lalu memutuskan untuk kembali memacu laju si biru dengan jantung bertalu-talu. Ternyata, di lajur tengah ada mobil kijang mogok dan baru mau diderek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analisa si nodakopi (sebenernya ini analisa si pappoo) adalah ada mobil di lajur tengah yang shock karena di depannya ada mobil mogok, terus dia langsung pindah ke lajur kanan tanpa aba-aba dan tanda-tanda yang jelas. Jadilah mobil di lajur kanan panik dan akhirnya ngerem mendadak. Untung semua bisa ngerem tepat pada waktunya. Kalo ngga, pasti udah tabrakan beruntun. Dan itu ada sekitar 8 mobil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi syukur deh. Si nodakopi bisa sampe di rumah dengan selamat dan tidak kekurangan suatu apapun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanya, besok ngga usah ngebut-ngebut! (kata si pappoo menasehati si nodakopi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untung ngga kejadian,&lt;br /&gt;coffee.stains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-7517114085534439389?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7517114085534439389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=7517114085534439389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7517114085534439389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7517114085534439389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/08/hampir-saja.html' title='Hampir saja.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-7134970146857772825</id><published>2009-08-06T14:35:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:30:14.882+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kemerdekaan perempuan.</title><content type='html'>Saat membaca judulnya, apa yang ada di pikiranmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat si nodakopi, kemerdekaan itu berarti kebebasan. Tapi, apa sih sebenarnya KEBEBASAN itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada dasarnya, kebebasan itu adalah saat dimana seseorang bisa melakukan apa yang mereka mau dan melakukannya tanpa ragu. Karena mereka tahu ada yang menjaga dan memastikan bahwa "everything is going to be alright! And even if something happen, we can make it right!" See, that's freedom. Saat ada kebebasan, mereka bisa melakukan sesuatu tanpa berpikir panjang, karena mereka yakin semua PASTI beres. That's the main thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi terkadang kebebasan bagi para perempuan suka dianggap tabu. Kenapa? Karena dengan kebebasan itu, perempuan bisa melakukan apa saja. Ya! APA SAJA. Tanpa terkecuali. Mau selingkuh, mau hidup dengan banyak lelaki sekaligus, mau gandeng sana sini, mau cium sana sini, mau bercinta sana sini, atau bahkan mau hidup tanpa lelaki sekalipun, ya itu terserah mereka. Kan itu pilihan mereka untuk hidup bebas. Itu cuma sekedar pandangan saja. But hey! This is reality. Mungkin ngga terjadi sama saya dan kamu. Tapi ada segelintir orang yang melakukannya. Kenapa? Karena mereka merasa nyaman melakukannya. Mereka punya senjata ampuh. Mereka sudah memilih untuk jalan di jalur bebas. Selama ada "pegangan" yang bisa diandalkan, KEBEBASAN ada di tangan mereka. Ingat lho, "mereka" yang saya maksud di sini adalah kaum perempuan. Jadi sebenarnya, kebebasan itu baik atau buruk sih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berhubungan dengan itu, sore ini saya mengintai Jakarta dari sebuah tempat nongkrong di pusat kota Jakarta. Duduk di balkon sebuah "warung kopi" yang kian digemari masyarakat kota Jakarta. Saya duduk di sebuah meja bundar dengan empat buah bangku, bertudungkan sebuah payung besar persegi berwarna hijau. Tiang payungnya terbuat dari kayu dengan aksen emas di tengahnya. Dari tempat ini, saya mencoba mencari tanda-tanda kebebasan di Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok kanan kiri, seperti seorang detektif yang sedang memata-matai dan mengumpulkan informasi tentang perempuan yang memiliki kebebasan. Satu tanda kebebasan yang jelas tertangkap mata saya adalah warna merah putih yang menggantung tepat di depan saya. Ya! Buat saya, warna itu dengan jelas meneriakkan kebebasan dan kemerdekaan. Dulu, bangsa kita pernah menderita di bawah jajahan Belanda. Tapi berkat kegigihan para pahlawan dan pejuang Indonesia, kita berhasil meraih kemerdekan kita dan bebas dari penjajahan Belanda. Ini membuktikan bahwa kebebasan itu tidak datang dengan sendirinya, tapi harus ada pemicu atau alat bantu untuk mencapainya. Dan tentu saja, kita sendiri yang harus membuat kebebasan menjadi mungkin dan akhirnya menjadi nyata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cukup bicara mengenai kemerdekaan negara kita. Di sini saya sedang berusaha mengulik kebebasan perempuan. Ada satu pemandangan yang cukup mengganggu mata saya. Dalam jarak beberapa meja dari tempat saya duduk, ada tiga pasang muda mudi yang juga sedang menikmati kopi. Ketiga perempuan di meja itu mengenakan baju ungu senada dan salah satunya sedang menikmati rokok. Yang mau saya katakan adalah dulu banyak orang menganggap merokok adalah hal yang tabu dilakukan oleh perempuan. Tapi rasanya kini jaman telah BANYAK berubah. Saya melihat perempuan merokok dimana-mana. Bahkan entah bagaimana, sepertinya hal tersebut telah menjadi suatu trend di mata banyak perempuan. Apakah ini sebuah bentuk kebebasan yang dipilih oleh para perempuan? To be honest, saya berusaha untuk tetap netral dalam hal ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di Jakarta yang terkenal bebas ini juga banyak perempuan yang sudah melupakan pentingnya virginitas. Mungkin lebih tepatnya bukan melupakan, tapi sudah tidak peduli? Entah karena bawaan jaman, pengaruh pergaulan atau malah karena ada banyak kemudahan yang disediakan oleh pihak produsen alat kontrasepsi? Sebenarnya manakah alasan yang paling benar? Dan apakah ini kebebasan yang didambakan oleh perempuan? Pertanyaan ini masih terus berputar di kepala saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandangan lain tentang kebebasan perempuan adalah dari segi karir. Perempuan bekerja adalah fenomena lain dalam hal kebebasan. Dulu, perempuan kerjaannya cuma ngurus rumah, suami dan anak. Tapi, berkat kegigihan R.A. Kartini, banyak perempuan yang bekerja sekarang. Banyak juga yang sukses. Bravo! Apapun pilihan perempuan untuk hidupnya, saya yakin mereka punya alasan tersendiri dan itulah potret diri yang sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kata, kebebasan itu merupakan pilihan. Bukan pemberian orang lain dan harus berasal dari dalam diri sendiri. Kalau memutuskan untuk hidup bebas, ya harus yakin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingung mau bebas apa ngga,&lt;br /&gt;coffee.stains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-7134970146857772825?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7134970146857772825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=7134970146857772825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7134970146857772825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7134970146857772825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/08/kemerdekaan-perempuan.html' title='Kemerdekaan perempuan.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-5082796083748983531</id><published>2009-07-11T05:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T05:26:29.894+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't expect much</title><content type='html'>Well, everyone has something to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I want to expect too much. I just hate it when I don't get my expectations. It's bringing me down to the lowest limit. The BOTTOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about anything, so no worries. I'm just saying my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh by the way, I got this bruises on my body. Almost all over my body. I had blue dots and it's kinda hurts when I press it gently. I had one on my left hand, two on my right hand, and a few on my right leg. Nice, eh? Shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just feel my booty hurt. *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after this long day full of injuries, I feel very tired and I had this sleepy eyes which want to close right away. Great! It would be lovely to have a sleep now. Can I, camp director?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy and tired,&lt;br /&gt;coffee.stains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-5082796083748983531?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/5082796083748983531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=5082796083748983531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/5082796083748983531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/5082796083748983531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-expect-much.html' title='Don&apos;t expect much'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-4276235695268132119</id><published>2009-07-09T01:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:36:03.772+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Masters</title><content type='html'>The kids got me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of me getting the kids flipped out, they got me! So we are playing chinese masters just now. We leader are suppose to make fun of them. Make them do anything we said. But then somehow, these kids are coming to me. Asking if I am the chinese masters of Tiger and I said no. And all of a sudden, they tickled me for like one minute! Oh gosh...I feel like laughing and pee in my pants (but thank God I didn't) LOL. But I get myself this Max Tea Tarik made for me. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I think I'm going now. Since I don't know what else to write. If I feel like continue, I will do it later on. Oh! I miss Indonesia, Jakarta, Home, Pappoo and all my friends. But I think I will survive out here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-4276235695268132119?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4276235695268132119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=4276235695268132119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4276235695268132119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4276235695268132119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/07/chinese-masters.html' title='Chinese Masters'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-8863209347246972610</id><published>2009-07-08T03:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:30:47.939+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not expecting that to happen.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's got in to me today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow under the pressure, you can say what you feel really good. Yeah, I cried today. In the leaders' meeting. How cool is that?! Or it's not cool at all to be exact. So I've been under pressure for like 3 days. Did I tell you I don't feel fit in among the leader? Yeah, well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we were like sitting in the leaders room doing our meeting and suddenly, I don't know why this topic came up! Gustav, the camp director was asking about today and how it we felt about it. We were sitting in a circle like usual. But after the first discussion, he then was asking about how do we feel. Rassil had a chance to go first. And since this is also her first time and she somehow cried on that session. Well I guess that encourage me to speak up about how I felt the past few days. And when it comes to my turn, I was not thinking and what I remember was I said, if I might be honest with you guys: I agree with Rassil. This is my first time in CISV and being a leader. I feel like I'm being left behind and I know nothing and bla bla bla. I can't remember. LOL. I just don't expect myself saying all those feelings. But it feels great though. I feel releaved now. I can't believe I was crying out there, in front of the other leader. But they manage to take it really well. They support me really good. Especially Gustav, he take a really good care of me. All my insecurity somehow go down another level. I feel like all eyes were on me. That is not good, but I thank God for giving me strength to tell them and good that Gustav brings the issue up. He called and talk to me personally when everybody is leaving the room and I cried again! Perfect! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did well today. It feels good. Really. I don't know what else to write. So I guess I'll just stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue planning,&lt;br /&gt;Coffee.stain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-8863209347246972610?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8863209347246972610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=8863209347246972610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8863209347246972610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8863209347246972610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-not-expecting-that-to-happen.html' title='I&apos;m not expecting that to happen.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-6878797198808634626</id><published>2009-07-07T05:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:10:56.306+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflicts and resolution.</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm a bit dizzy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this part in making activities related to conflicts and resolutions. And I have some thoughts that might be useful. I think I'm going to start telling yuou my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the delegations is going to plan for the whole camp, for the next two days, it's our part as a leader to plan activities that might be a guidance to the delegations. We are all hoping all those activities will be useful for them in planning and making activities for the whole coming camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me, Stiuopa and William has this part in making activities regarding the conflicts and resolutions thingee. What I had in mind is it would be so much easier for the kids to extract the means of this activities through simulating the conflicts itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be done by:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dividing the delegations into some groups (let's say 9 groups)&lt;br /&gt;2. Give each groups different cases that might occur during the camp (since the camp theme we have is same same but different) or they might be asked to identify the conflicts themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. They would have to present it in front of the other groups and let the other think of the resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was also thinking maybe it would be great if each leaders has the resolution in hand so we could compare it to the kids' resolutions. So that the activity would be related to the camp theme. Here also we could show them that conflicts can always be solved and there are several ways on how to. And conflicts are not always bad but it is also good in some ways. It makes them learn how to be mature enough to make relationships or friendships works on its best way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Coffee.stains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-6878797198808634626?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6878797198808634626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=6878797198808634626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6878797198808634626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6878797198808634626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/07/conflicts-and-resolution.html' title='Conflicts and resolution.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-6877571307171409606</id><published>2009-07-06T05:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T05:18:54.201+07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Sweden.</title><content type='html'>Hey! If there's anyone notice, this is my first blog from Sweden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone is asking why am I in Sweden, then here's the story for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined this international organization called CISV (Children International Summer Village) like 3 or 4 months ago. I've been introduced to CISV by one of my funky boss in my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've passed all the interviews, trainings, pre-camp we had back in Jakarta, I really get my chance to go to Sweden. It's kind of my dream fulfillment! Because I always wanted to make or do something that's related to the peace thingy. And somehow, God answered my pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only could have happened because the people in my office is so cool. They gave me chances to experienced things to open my mind and eyes to the other side of the world. I would want to thank them right now. Because without them, I would have failed being here now. In Sweden! I could not imagine. It's still feels like dreaming. Having myself, stepping my foots in another country. On my own, bringing the kids. So I am the only adults in this trip. How cool is that?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been traveling with four kids. They are Fajar, Kyla, Ryan and Tessa. Yes, two couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to describe them tomorrow. Coz right now, I feel like sleeping. After all the activities we've done today to welcome all the delegations who are coming to the camp after staying at the host parents for 2 nights. We made a welcome ceremony just outside the camp. It's a really big school. So we gathered around making a circle outside the dinning room. We do an energizer a bit and then we took them to the music room which quite need a walk from the field. The air was good. It's a bit cold and windy. We can feel the cold wind on our skin, since we're Indonesian are not use to it. But it's cool though. There are 36 kids on that field. 18 boys and 18 girls. Plus 9 leaders and 3 staffs. So basically, there are 9 countries sending in 4 kids for each (2 boys + 2 girls). These countries are Sweden, Indonesia, Italy, Austria, Lebanon, Netherlands, Canada, Norway and Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quick welcome ceremony in the music room, activities and also a small party. Everyone was dancing and were having a lot of fun. I can tell! I even danced to the music and also took part on making a covered song (I'm yours by Jason Mraz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the lyrics (you might want to sing it for me when I'm back to Jakarta!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Title: We’re yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we’re glad to have all of you here in the camp, dear&lt;br /&gt;We come from different nations, with lots of expectations&lt;br /&gt;We will have fun in this camp&lt;br /&gt;And we know we’ll get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before we start the camp, we want you to get along, dear&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s gonna stop us all from having happy time here&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we all have differences&lt;br /&gt;But inside we’re the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we won’t hesitate&lt;br /&gt;No more, no more&lt;br /&gt;We can not wait. We’re yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy singing,&lt;br /&gt;coffee.stains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-6877571307171409606?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6877571307171409606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=6877571307171409606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6877571307171409606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6877571307171409606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-sweden.html' title='In Sweden.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-8030604699464384885</id><published>2009-06-08T13:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:10:37.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudah lama.</title><content type='html'>Udah lama banget sejak terakhir nulis blog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hari ini gue berasa pengen nulis. Ala kadarnya, sekalian mengusir kantuk. Alasan lain lagi? Sekalian pengen curhat dan berkeluh kesah tentang kerjaan yang belakangan ini semakin gila (untuk ukuran gue ya!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mmmmm, just before I start, please note that I wrote this not in a good condition. I'm so fucking tired and so damn sleepy. So, excuse me if I'm a bit bubbling (like always).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hampir 2 minggu ini gue kerja plus plus...lembur, kegiatan cisv, udah gitu kawinan adiknya cowo gue juga. All my energy kayaknya abis-abisan di minggu ini. I feel like need a lot of sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep. Tapi itu semua ngga gue dapetin di minggu ini. Parah! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Senin (atau dari sekitar hari Kamis 2 minggu lalu) sampe Jumat lembur. Tidur udah pasti kurang. Sabtunya bangun jam 4 pagi. Venda married. Jadilah gue juga yang ikut repot. Dengan muka beler PLUS dapet hari pertama (what a perfect day!) akhirnya gue bisa bertahan sampe jam 9 malem. Dan akhirnya Andre berbaik hati nganterin gue pulang, sementara gue tidur di mobil. Nyampe rumah, ngga pake ba-bi-bu lagi (cuma cuci muka sama cuci kaki) terus langsung tidur. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bahkan di hari minggu aja gue beneran ngga bisa istirahat sama sekali. First of all, meeting dimajuin lebih pagi dari biasanya. I have to be there at 9 in the morning. Jadi gue udah bangun pagi2 jam 7. Jam 1 ada meeting lagi buat pembekalan Swine flu di daerah pasar baru. Trus ditungguin nyokap bokap di Plaza Indonesia. No shopping, guys. Tapi abis itu balik lagi ke daerah pasar baru buat nyari bahan gaun untuk kawinannya kakak gue. Ngga dapet pula!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Udah pulang, gue baru inget kalo gue belum punya foto dengan background putih buat apply visa. Damn! Abis mandi, gue cabut lagi buat foto. Abis itu ngurusin dokumen-dokumen yang diperluin buat apply visanya. Akhirnya baru bisa tidur lagi jam 11 malem.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tadi pagi bangun jam 6. I have to be at Ky's house at 8.15. Berhubung ini hari Senin, jadilah lalu lintas parah! Like hell. Gila ya Jakarta tuh! Untungnya proses apply visa berjalan lancar. Orangnya very helpful dan ngga rewel. Akhirnya bisa sampe kantor jam 11.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tapi sialnya, I'm so freakin' tired. I need more sleep. Di kantor attitude gue hari ini rada ngga bener. Maklumlah, otaknya udah ngga bisa menangkap sinyal-sinyal dengan baik. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Inti dari posting ini adalah I NEED TO SLEEP.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ingin tidur,&lt;br&gt;coffee.stains&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-8030604699464384885?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8030604699464384885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=8030604699464384885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8030604699464384885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8030604699464384885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/06/sudah-lama.html' title='Sudah lama.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-7952579088682342404</id><published>2009-05-12T15:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:15:39.118+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Lost in KL</title><content type='html'>I had woke up from my three-days-and-two-nights dream to KL with my crazy girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long waiting for almost 9 months, we finally made it to KL. Yes, it was me (R), S, B and U. The night before we leave Jakarta, I can't sleep at all. Then I decided to take my shower at 4.30 in the early morning. S was still sleeping until I've done my shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the cab to see B and U at the Airport. But, it was then happened this weird conversation on our way to the airport. But I guess it's not a conversation, no! Because it was the taxi driver talking and us only listening to his bubbly talking. Well, the point of his talking were noodles, sugar and eggs are no good to our health. So, plant it in your mind, people! Be careful. Well, that was nice of him sharing with us. But, it was weird. The way he's saying it was very scary and weird. Oh, just forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the Airport at six. Waiting for B and U until we finally done our check-in. The flight wasn't a pleasant one. And the landing was rough! Whoooooo...LOL! It was also delayed. Ah! Too bad. But thank God we could reach KL then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the bus from LCCT to KL Sentral. Then we took the cab to Bukit Bintang. The Hostel was not so pleasant at the beginning. But we then love that place. Especially the breakfast (Bread + Butter + Blueberry Jam + Tea or Coffee + Juice) PLUS the "Om" is very friendly. He loves Indonesian movie, especially with Tora Sudiro in it. This Hostel called PARADISO BED &amp;amp; BREAKFAST. It's not easy to find if you walk fast. But, it's a very strategist place in Bukit Bintang. The exact position is near Mc Donald and before Baleno. You can find it by the massuse people wearing red outfit. There you go! You found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;Let's find something to eat. So yeah we had our late lunch and then heading to Pavilion. One big and still counted new in BB. Day one and we've start doing our shopping! Ha! Can't resist the feeling. And we met Jan. My ex who lives in KL. He has been such a wonderful tour guide to us. Without him, I'll keep on taking S, B and U lost in KL with me. Hahahaha. Sorry guys. We took pictures in front of Pavilion and then went to Petaling Street. Bought some stuff there. So freaking hot.  After Petaling, we went back to the hostel for shower time and then out again to Jalan Alor. We all stumbled at 12 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8 am. Took our shower and then loving our first amazingly simple breakfast. It was just great! After that we went to KLCC and met Jan there. He had queue for our ticket to sky bridge. And we had to go back at 5 pm. So, we took LRT to Kelana Jaya and went to IKEA. Yay! We made our shopping there. Very happy. I bought crocs that turned out making my feet hurts like hell. Shoot! Hate it! Haha. We bought ourselves the exact same mirror but mine and S were damaged. Oh, so sad. Jan also made his shop for his new house. Yippie.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to hostel to drop all our stuffs and run again to Sky Bridge, KLCC. Took pictures there. Had another shopping time and hurray, I found my Body Shop fragrance. I've been looking for it but can't find it anywhere in Jakarta. Sucks! Also had our dinner at Nando's. As B's wished. Hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we then took pictures in front of Suria KLCC with the Twin Tower. Hihi. We're having such a great time. Thanks Jan for the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Go back, took our shower and go had our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8.30. "Do our things" and then took showers. Had our same amazing simple breakfast and made our move to Pavilion (again). We were picking up our left stuff on the first day. Hahahak. The items are cute dress from nichii, sandals and sun glasses from Forever 21, sandals from padini concept store, bags from mango. Anyone recall whose stuff do they belong to? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;After that we run to Sungei Wang. And spend our left-off money there. LOL! Using that crocs thing on the last day made me suffer. But yay, I found a BIG BLACK BAG there. I'm so in love with the bag. Hahaha. And finally we went back to the hostel, put our stuff together. And my traveling bag was splited. Huwaaaaa. Too much shopping. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Done with our last packing, we took the cab to KL Sentral. And then took a bus to LCCT. It was another strange experience on our way to KL Sentral. This taxi driver is driving me nuts. S said that I'm too friendly. Hihi. Well, I don't know that. I just like being friendly. But if it turns to be a magnet to troubles, I'll learn to be a lil bit unsocialized person then. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are back to Jakarta and we're at work. Seeing each other again, memorizing our three days and two nights dream of KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Bali for next trip everyone? Remember to bring your boyfriend with you. Hahahaha. And Jan, don't forget to take Rishun with you the time we go to Bali. So we can all have fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling,&lt;br /&gt;coffee.stains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-7952579088682342404?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7952579088682342404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=7952579088682342404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7952579088682342404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7952579088682342404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-in-kl.html' title='Lost in KL'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-3236417120629144619</id><published>2009-05-12T11:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:22:29.007+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Tear Drops</title><content type='html'>tes tes tes...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Udah ah. Namanya juga cuma ngetes doang. Huehuehue&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hahaha,&lt;br&gt;coffee.stains&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-3236417120629144619?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3236417120629144619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=3236417120629144619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3236417120629144619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3236417120629144619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/05/sound-of-tear-drops.html' title='The Sound of Tear Drops'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-8702334176066422712</id><published>2009-04-25T23:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:58:15.557+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Happens!</title><content type='html'>Today ends up to be a very sucky day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn! Today is supposed to be a lovely day! Like my status I suppose to be a single lady but unavailable. Why? Because today I don't have Pappoo. He's touring with his Thunder friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not see the signs clearly! I have plans for today. All of a sudden, my very first plan was canceled but I can take it wisely. Well, that's fine. Secondly, my black-stupid-berry is again asked to be murdered. I can't type some alphabets on the keyboard and its getting in my nerve since almost a week. It's getting worse today. Thanks to the black-stupid-berry. Tomorrow I will have to go and fix it (or kill it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought it was getting better since I went out with a friend who I haven't met in quite some times. And yes, we had our fun today. Thanks to my special Wasabi! We had coffee and did window shopping. We get back home at about 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I was making up my room, since I haven't done it in (also) quite some times. Thank God today I was in the mood for that. So, this does not count as one of the terrible things happened today. It might be the best thing ever of the day, beside my fun time with my Wasabi! I definitely will sleep well tonight (plus I have taken my medicine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by, I had to go to Lippo again with my Mom. Because my Dad, Cousin, and my Dad's relatives had gone there first. So we planned to meet up there. I went shopping with my Mom at the food mart. We bought things for Granpa. Coz we plan on taking all of those to him tomorrow morning. After paying the shops, there was something strange there. What we bought was more or less are common things, but we pay for like the price of everything. Mom paid for almost IDR 550.000. Curious with all that, we then check our receipt again and yes there was the answer. We bought one pack of biscuits and it was there, with the price of IDR 239.000! Darn! When I checked the items, the price is only IDR 23.900. HELLO!!!! No wonder why we pay that expensive. After some complains, they give our money back (Oh yeah, they better do it. Or it will go to the newspaper!) LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things done, another thing comes. So, I moved my car to another parking lot. Oh, this is going to be a long story (this part alone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was queueing to enter the parking area, when this stupid f*cking car (sorry, I can't help myself not to mention it) tries to get in front of my car. Well ofcourse when the car in front make a move, I have no intention to let this stupid-damn-car pass me by. Yes, finally I got in first. I took my ticket and parked my car in the available lot. And this stupid-damn-car did not take it. He stopped behind my parked car, and get out of his car right there. My Mom got out first while I turned off the engine.&lt;br /&gt;The man sitting beside the driver said, "WHERE IS THE DRIVER" and then I got out my car.&lt;br /&gt;I can see clearly they stunned seeing a woman instead of a man out of the care. Then he said "OH! YOU ARE LUCKY YOU'RE A WOMAN. IF YOU ARE A MAN, I WOULD HAVE HIT YOU RIGHT ON YOUR FACE."&lt;br /&gt;and the driver said to me, "DO YOU THINK IT'S ALLOWED TO GET IN THE WAY LIKE THAT?"&lt;br /&gt;I said to him "EXCUSE ME, SIR! BUT DON'T YOU SEE THAT I WAS QUEUEING BEFORE YOU?"&lt;br /&gt;"YES, I CAN SEE THAT, BUT I ALMOST PASS THIS ENTRANCE, SO I HAVE TO GO RIGHT NEXT TO YOU SO I WOULD MISS THE ENTRANCE. YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSE TO INSIST TO GET IN FRONT OF ME LIKE THAT!!!! WHAT ARE YOU? A RACER?"&lt;br /&gt;I would really love to answer him: Oh yeah, it has always been my desire to be a car racer. Do you mind? Fuck off! (but I don't do that! Haha. I just realized that I still have not enough guts to do that. Shoot!)&lt;br /&gt;Then my Mom tried to cool things down. I was really mad. I would love to spit on his face. Kick his butt and hit him on his freakin' face. From the appearance, he looked like an army or so. I'm not saying that all army are bad, but this one, hey go to hell! (Ooops again)&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, he said to me like this "DON'T YOU DARE TALKING TO ME ABOUT DISCIPLINES. I KNOW THAT BETTER THAN YOU DO."&lt;br /&gt;Feeling angry, I just starred at him and said "OH, THANK YOU, SIR!!!" and I walked away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when my head had become clearer, I think HE IS REALLY DAMN STUPID! If he really know that good about disciplines (like he said to me before) and when he realized that he's wrong at the first place, then he should have let me pass first instead of insisting to go first??? THINK BEFORE YOU TALK, MISTER! YOU DAMN FOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can counter him with that answer, I bet he would find another excuses to try winning this debate. FREAK!!!!!! I'm done with this. Lesson learned today. Next time I face another problem, I would give that answer. (But I don't wish for another thing happen ever again. Coz to be honest, my heart was pounding back there. Hihi. In between mad and stunned also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! Now I feel sleepy after taking my medicine. Special thanks to Mr. Linsign who then reminds me to have a Big heart, Big smile, and then I will have a Big opportunity to success. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursing and then asking for forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;coffee.stains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-8702334176066422712?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8702334176066422712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=8702334176066422712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8702334176066422712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8702334176066422712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/04/shit-happens.html' title='Shit Happens!'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-6306309185365681998</id><published>2009-04-03T13:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:47:56.834+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Crazy is the only word hanging in my mind right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It is crazy how things seem to attached to me this past two weeks. Not only two weeks I guess, it might be more than just that. The whole craziness started when I made my decisions on taking more chances in everything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not whining, but yes there are a lot of sighs and all that things around the sighs. I even find myself hard to breathe at many times. Will absolutely ask for a day off to go to the hospital for general check-ups. (Yeah, I think I would definitely need that). For my own sake and for the future's sake. Ha! (bla..bla..bla..)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Details:&lt;br&gt;Working until midnight, wake up late in the morning has been my routines lately. Tried to work things out, but I can't find myself a time to have fun (yet). I even don't have a time on the weekend. Yes I know this is the risks I've been waiting for. The sacrifices I have to deal with in order to make my dream comes true. It will be fine, really. Remember, I am not whining. I am writing all these things down only to make more spaces (there) in my heart. To breathe easily. (Ha, denial!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wish these will soon be over. All the craziness on my working load. I am not whining yet feeling depressed. Or, should I whine now?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally whining,&lt;br&gt;coffee.stains&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-6306309185365681998?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6306309185365681998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=6306309185365681998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6306309185365681998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6306309185365681998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/04/silent-sigh.html' title='Silent sigh.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-3790225872526162121</id><published>2009-03-24T12:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:48:31.511+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank yous (a lot of thank you)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am lucky to have all of you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feeling lucky has been part of my life all along. Though sometimes I might feel desperate in making decisions. Typical of a south personality. Ha! Now I know why I take sometimes in deciding. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now that I'm talking about feeling lucky. I have experiencing fortune in my life. I have been given chances to make my dreams come true. I always wanted to live in a better world. Recently I find out that it is possible through friendship (got it from CISV). But before making my dreams come true, I was in dilemma. Taking this chances could possibly mean sacrifices. I don't feel ready for that. Been planning for few trips, and I will have to skip them to reach my dreams.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am grateful for everything. God always gives me good paths. He introduced me to many good people. People who could only be angels to make my dreams come true. In my low times of dilemma, God has shown me who my true friends really are, family who truly love me and true mentors. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I could have lost my friendship with these two girls, my power puff best friends. I made Bubbles join this trip to Jogja long before I know that I would be given this chances to Sweden. This is one of my dilemma. If I decided to go, then I will have to skip my schedule with my friends. Coz in that particular dates, I have a National training. Oh, what a coinsidence. As a true South person, I don't want to sacrifice anything (if possible). But ofcourse, it is impossible. I feel like a betrayer. I forced my friend to go, but now I'm the one who can make it happen. What makes me feel very lucky is this: instead of being mad, they assured me to take my chances. Coz they think that is what's best for me. We could plan another trip and sure it would be so much fun. I am grateful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to say thank you for all of YOU who has made me make my decision. My FRIENDS, my bosses, my Mom &amp; family, my Pappoo, and everyone. Thank you for having faiths in me. I am opening my eyes to the world. I am truthfuly grateful for many supports, guidances, and giving me freedom to make choices. I am very lucky to have known you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And now I'm hoping that everything will be alright. I know this is not going to be easy or smooth, but I can make my very best effort to make things work. Oh, God please help me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;many thank yous,&lt;br&gt;coffee.stains&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-3790225872526162121?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3790225872526162121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=3790225872526162121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3790225872526162121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3790225872526162121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-yous-lot-of-thank-you.html' title='Thank yous (a lot of thank you)'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-1096900388028434896</id><published>2009-02-25T20:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:57:30.802+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air mata.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada sedikit rasa sakit diiringi beberapa isak tangis di malam hari.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Benarkah tak ada artinya saat seseorang rela menyakiti kekasih hatinya hanya untuk meredam dan menjaga perasaan orang lain yang sudah lebih lama mati di hatinya? Mungkin seharusnya dia tidak mengatakan ini. Perempuan itu tahu saat cinta kekasihnya tak bercela. Dia tahu laki-laki itu mencintainya dengan tulus. Mungkin di saat yang lain, laki-laki itu tidak menyadari akibat dari perbuatannya itu akan membawa rasa sakit. Berharap perempuan itu dapat menerima penjelasannya dengan senyum yang merekah dan hati yang terbuka. Sayangnya, laki-laki itu salah. Tak ada kemarahan. Hanya kekecewaan yang meninggalkan rasa sakit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tanpa sadar, derai air mata itu mengalir dalam kegelapan. Bahu perempuan itu mulai bergetar. Tangannya mulai terasa dingin. Dia menangis. Merasakan ada sakit yang digoreskan tipis, namun sayatannya terasa jelas sampai ke hatinya. Bukan perkara besar. Tapi pikirannya kebas, lelah menampung berbagai pertanyaan yang datang. Hanya ingin tidur. Ingin sampai ke dalam mimpi, tapi perempuan itu takut menutup matanya. Takut menemukan mimpi yang tak ingin ditemuinya. Tidak malam ini. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sepanjang hari tadi saja sudah cukup melelahkan. Hanya satu kalimat saja. Dan itu cukup untuk menghancurkan hatinya berkeping-keping. Mungkin belum parah. Tapi cukup untuk membuatnya mengerti bahwa tidak ada kesempurnaan dalam kehidupan. Harus ada pengorbanan untuk dapat merasakan atau memiliki kebahagiaan itu. Mengapa jiwanya terusik? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perempuan itu hanya bisa berharap agar rasa sakit itu terbawa pergi oleh air mata yang telah menyisakan sedikit ruang lega di hatinya.  Dan dia tahu, laki-laki itu tidak pernah dengan sengaja rela menyakiti hatinya. Hanya itu yang bisa membuatnya bertahan dan tak pernah berhenti mencintainya. Masih dengan tulus, namun dengan sedikit rasa lain, rasa sakit. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cerita tentang air mata,&lt;br&gt;coffee.stains&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-1096900388028434896?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1096900388028434896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=1096900388028434896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1096900388028434896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1096900388028434896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/02/air-mata.html' title='Air mata.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-1412427531001397302</id><published>2009-02-23T15:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:33:27.468+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not that easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why is it so hard to keep it simple?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know why, but this is bugging me though. My period is so suck! I mean, why can't I be just the original me? (Why does it sound like fried chicken, eh?) I keep dragging myself to bad mood mode. Even when my brain told me not to be so hard on everyone, I am not listening to it. Oh no! I even put my cellphones off to stay away from troubles I may cause. Crazy! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, I am a magnet to troubles. No doubt about it. Not now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;stay out of troubles,&lt;br&gt;coffee.stains&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-1412427531001397302?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1412427531001397302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=1412427531001397302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1412427531001397302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1412427531001397302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-that-easy.html' title='Not that easy.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-9048775906861212170</id><published>2009-02-23T10:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:17:06.038+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diserang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Hari ini banyak serangan yang terjadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Diam melanda. Hari ketiga penyakit wanita mulai mengusik hariku. Gejalanya mirip dengan hari Jumat lalu. Tiba-tiba males ngomong dan jadi bete. Bodoh banget deh! Hehe. Kenapa harus terjadi demikian rupa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Hari ini, serangan datang waktu makan siang. Hehe. Payah. Abis itu balik kantor jadi ngantuk, maunya tidur gitu. Parah! Ngga tau lagi mau ngapain, mau sms-an males, mau ini itu jadi males semua. Untung kerjaan udah dibikin dari tadi pagi. Jadi tinggal nungguin revisi aja (Kalo ada. Mudah-mudahan ngga ada.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Pengen cepet-cepet malem terus tidur. Abis ini diserang apaan lagi ya? Bad mood udah, ngantuk udah, males udah, apa lagi dong??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;Males mikir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;"&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-9048775906861212170?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/9048775906861212170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=9048775906861212170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/9048775906861212170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/9048775906861212170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/02/diserang.html' title='Diserang.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-5895464938446042268</id><published>2009-02-20T13:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:03:19.092+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tell me if you know the trick to make yourself useful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been having a reckless day. If a friend had clouds hanging on her head yesterday, today is my turn. I got clouds all over my head, surviving in the corner of my thoughts. Shoot!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Another unfriendly thoughts been jerking around my head. I am useless. I cannot make myself heard. I cannot make myself believe that I am really something. These kinds of thoughts will definitely drown me to the bottom. I have to find away to run from those things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today has been a tricky day to me. Too many tricks. Just too many bullshit. This and that. I don't really know what I'm thinking about. Blame me! I don't care. Don't bother, cause I don't even know what I'm bitching about. I just don't have the balance inside me now. Just go away, for a while now. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But stay close to me. I need somebody to stop me from being lost.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;doesn't need more tricks,&lt;br&gt;coffee.stains&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-5895464938446042268?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/5895464938446042268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=5895464938446042268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/5895464938446042268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/5895464938446042268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/02/tricks.html' title='Tricks.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-2429400029597562753</id><published>2009-02-19T17:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:25:37.121+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kebaikan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kebaikan adalah melakukan sesuatu yang baik.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bukan maksudnya terlalu baik ya. Tapi hari ini Saya cukup senang. Bukan sesuatu yang besar. Tapi perasaan luar biasa ini justru berasal dari hal sepele yang sangat kecil. Bahkan tidak jarang terlupakan. Saya bersyukur untuk hari ini.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hari ini Saya berjanji pada diri sendiri untuk menulis ini dan berbagi. Tadi pagi saat berangkat ke kantor, karena di tol macetnya dari Puri, makanya Saya memutuskan untuk melewati jalur Puri - Tomang - Kantor. Tidak lebih baik sih. Tapi sesuatu membuat Saya bersyukur untuk memutuskan mengambil jalur diluar keseharian Saya itu. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sebelum sampai di daerah Slipi, Saya melihat seorang Bapak separuh baya yang ingin menyebrang jalan. Beliau terlihat sedikit canggung. Berhubung jalanan tidak begitu ramai, Saya injak pedal rem mobil Saya. Waktu Saya melihat ekspresi Bapak itu, Saya sangat senang. What a great feeling it was. Dia melambaikan tangan dengan wajah tersenyum yang menenangkan. Dia mengucapkan terima kasih lewat ekspresinya itu. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lihat betapa hal kecil seperti itu bisa membuat suasana hati kita berubah. Perasaan kesal Saya selama di jalan (karena macet) seketika saja digantikan dengan perasaan damai dan penuh syukur. Saya sempat lupa hendak menuliskan ini dan berbagi dengan teman-teman. Sampai malam hari ini, Saya membuka account facebook dan mendapatkan wall dari seorang teman di masa kuliah. Ayu namanya. Dia mengucapkan terima kasih karena telah memberikan sedikit warna di harinya yang kelabu. Ternyata dia membuka blog saya di blogger dan membaca beberapa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;posting&lt;/span&gt;-an yang sudah lama. Di sana Saya sempat mengucapkan selamat ulang tahun untuk Ayu. Dan dia merasa terhibur karenanya. Padahal itu sudah berlalu lama sekali. Hal kecil lain yang membuat Saya merasa senang karena bisa melakukan hal baik bagi orang lain, walaupun kecil dan mungkin tidak berarti di mata orang lain. Rupanya tulisan Ayu juga seperti peringatan bagu Saya untuk membagikan ini kepada semua orang. Sungguh menyenangkan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;berseri-seri,&lt;br&gt;coffee.stains&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-2429400029597562753?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2429400029597562753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=2429400029597562753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2429400029597562753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2429400029597562753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/02/kebaikan.html' title='Kebaikan.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-7399184959353638466</id><published>2009-02-13T06:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:09:39.731+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sukses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sukses adalah sebuah proses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seperti yang Saya tulis di atas. Sukses adalah sebuah proses. Bahkan mungkin proses yang teramat panjang. Atau jangan-jangan kita harus jatuh beberapa kali sampai kita berhasil menemukan sukses itu sendiri atau kunci untuk menjadi sukses.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kesuksesan itu tidak datang - seperti halnya jatuh dari langit - begitu saja. Mungkin ada orang yang menganggap dirinya sukses karena hibahan dari kelimpahan orang tuanya. Tapi apakah iya itu sukses? Menurut Saya, itu bukan sukses. Itu hanya topeng rekayasa dari sukses. Sekali mereka merasa aman dan berhenti berusaha, sukses itu akan berhenti bersama dengan mereka. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tetapi lain halnya jika mereka bisa mempertahankan kesuksesan itu dengan lebih lagi. Bisa jadi kesuksesan tersebut bertambah besar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kesuksesan berawal dari diri kita sendiri. Bukan dari luar. Jangan mengharapkan orang bekerja untuk kesuksesan kita. Mana ada?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kesuksesan merupakan perjalanan panjang. Berawal dari niat dan disiplin yang tinggi. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kesuksesan tanpa kegagalan adalah tidak mungkin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kegigihan dan dedikasi yang tinggi adalah bagian dari perjalanan menuju kesuksesan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kesuksesan tidak datang dengan sendirinya. Kita perlu menempuh perjalanan yang mendaki, melandai, bahkan menukik tajam untuk akhirnya bisa naik lagi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Terus menerus berusaha, dan tidak berhenti belajar saat berhasil merupakan sebuah bentuk dari kesuksesan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Berani mengambil keputusan dalam menjalani hidup adalah awal dari sebuah kesuksesan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kesuksesan tidak ditandai oleh kaya atau miskin hidup seseorang. Tetapi oleh usaha yang telah dikerjakan selama hidup. Saat seseorang merasa bahagia, dan bisa membahagiakan orang lain, dia telah meraih kesuksesannya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Mungkin masih banyak lagi hal yang bisa mencerminkan kesuksesan. Kalau teman-teman mau berbagi, Saya akan sangat senang. Mungkin punya pengalaman dengan hidup Kamu?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-7399184959353638466?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7399184959353638466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=7399184959353638466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7399184959353638466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7399184959353638466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/02/sukses.html' title='Sukses.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-7933689631373379219</id><published>2009-02-11T07:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:56:41.708+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetap terjaga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sudah lama aku tidak terjaga hingga langit kembali berwarna.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kemarin, aku mengawali hariku yang biasa saja. Pergi ke kantor dan menghadapi deadline yang lumayan bikin pusing. Malam sebelumnya juga sama, hanya saja Aku berhasil kembali ke rumah saat malam masih kelam.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kupikir aku akan bisa pulang atau tadinya mau nebeng di tempat kos seorang teman. Nyatanya, aku juga tidak beranjak dari ruang kerjaku. Bersama empat orang teman lainnya, sampai akhirnya menjadi tiga orang tersisa hingga pagi menjelang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aku baru meninggalkan kantor saat matahari mulai bersinar. Sekitar pukul 6 kalau tidak salah. Berusaha untuk tetap terjaga, aku memacu si biru di jalanan yang lumayan masih lapang. Untung saja jalanan bersahabat. Di arah pulang, tol ke Jakarta padat dengan mobil-mobil yang berangkat ke kantor, sedangkan Aku malah memacu mobilku, tak sabar untuk sampai ke rumah dan menjamah kasurku yang semalam tak tersentuh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sekarang jam 1 siang. Tadi aku bangun jam 12. Tapi, masih mau tidur lagi. Sayangnya tidak bisa. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Berharap bisa tidur lagi,&lt;br&gt;coffee.stains&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-7933689631373379219?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7933689631373379219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=7933689631373379219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7933689631373379219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7933689631373379219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/02/tetap-terjaga.html' title='Tetap terjaga...'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-6272901228282819977</id><published>2009-02-02T11:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:49:03.147+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Blue Pill</title><content type='html'>Udah lama ngga nulis.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Belakangan ini lagi lack of kesibukan nih. Hehe. Sampe bingung mau ngapain. Baru awal bulan, duit udah mau abis. Whuaaaaa...!!! Trus di akhir minggu kemarin baru mulai ada kerjaan lagi, sekarang lagi bingung mau ngegali ide dari mana. Hehe. Oh, tolonglah aku. Belum lagi, produknya kali ini agak out of control. It's the magic blue pill, if you know what I mean. Jadi makin ribet aja. Ada yang mau jadi suka relawan untuk mencoba? Atau kalo yang udah experienced, mungkin mau berbagi pengalaman, supaya gue lebih dimudahkan dalam mencari ide? Hehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Naughty,&lt;br&gt;coffee.stains&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-6272901228282819977?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6272901228282819977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=6272901228282819977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6272901228282819977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6272901228282819977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/02/magic-blue-pill.html' title='Magic Blue Pill'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-134505415198963822</id><published>2009-01-18T09:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:44:52.470+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, fine!</title><content type='html'>When we desperately give up, we sometimes mentioned it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, Fine! Whatever! That's what we hear comes out from our mouth when we can'w win an argue. Or maybe you are just to tired to argue.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I'm not in a mood right now. Well, that's all in my mind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Inspired by "More Than Fine"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fine,&lt;br&gt;coffee.stains&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-134505415198963822?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/134505415198963822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=134505415198963822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/134505415198963822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/134505415198963822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-fine.html' title='Ok, fine!'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-2223404279946705981</id><published>2009-01-15T10:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:21:57.002+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aneh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku ingin menulis.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Di sini kumiliki kebebasanku. Sebebas angin bertiup kemanapun. Membawa aspirasi dan inspirasi bagi kehidupan. Membawa bau harum dan busuk sepanjang indraku dapat menangkapnya. Aku tak mengingatnya. Berapa banyak bau yang sudah terekam dalam ingatan? Berapa banyak rasa terkait dengan bau itu? Tak kubiarkan berlalu. Ingatan akan bau itu muncul saat aku berhasil menemukan bau yang sama di saat yang berbeda. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Membaui,&lt;br&gt;coffee.stains&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-2223404279946705981?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2223404279946705981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=2223404279946705981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2223404279946705981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2223404279946705981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/01/aneh.html' title='Aneh.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-3260390259723192531</id><published>2009-01-13T10:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:13:59.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pattern</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We tend to do the same things. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Coba deh diam dan renungkan. (hehe) Kayak mo ngapain aja gitu ya. Tapi maksud gue adalah, coba lo inget-inget lagi. Kadang kita tuh ya, sebagai manusia suka banget yang namanya mengulang. Khususnya hal-hal buruk. Kalo hal baru sih ngga masalah diulang. Nah, yang bahaya ini yang mengulang sesuatu yang buruk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gini deh. Pernah ngga lo inget kesalahan-kesalahan yang pernah lo buat? Korbannya boleh siapa aja. Entah itu orang tua, keluarga, pacar, suami, istri, siapa aja deh pokoknya. Nah, kalo kita berbuat kesalahan kan kita sering kali akan berujug di pertengkaran. Entah itu kecil ataupun besar. Entah membawa lo keujung berbaikan, atau malah lebih parahnya, perpecahan. Nah, katakan lo dimaafkan. Tapi apakah saat ini lo ngga pernah melakukan hal yang sama lagi? Apa dengan mudahnya lo memperbaiki diri dan membuat mereka senang? Kalo jawaban lo iya, berarti bagus dong. Nah, kalo lo terus mengulang kesalahan itu, apakah menurut lo mereka pantas mendapatkan hal itu? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Inilah yang menurut gue pola. Terus menerus kita lakukan. Entah itu baik atau buruk. Pengulangan adalah pola yang ada dalam hidup kita. Demikian juga adanya dengan pattern dalam fashion. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Repeating,&lt;br&gt;coffee.stains&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-3260390259723192531?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3260390259723192531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=3260390259723192531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3260390259723192531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3260390259723192531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/01/pattern.html' title='Pattern'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-2834387329574395102</id><published>2009-01-06T08:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:29:00.835+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am fuzzy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Playing around the question marks is not my favorite things to do. But I was there yesterday and half day today. Big question marks were hanging there since last night. Very much bugging me with its color. It was pretty clear that I can feel the strange of it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The morning I woke up, it's still hanging there where I left it last night. The only difference was that color faded. Is it a good sign? I still can't figure it out. I feel like smoking my heart out. Wishing that this is only a dream. A bad dream. The one that my friend had the other night. Being chased by a horse. A strange bad dream.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I tried so hard to fix those stupid mistake. The one that happened only because of this stubborn mind. Sigh! Blaming whoever is so unwise. I try to make the first move. Telling how I feel. That I don't want any change. That I can only stand if there's love. Does love can be trusted? Or am I just foolish? A loop of pink shades, more than I know have saved me. A ring of a bell wakes me up. I am okay. Once again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just woke up,&lt;br&gt;coffee.stains&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-2834387329574395102?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2834387329574395102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=2834387329574395102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2834387329574395102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2834387329574395102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-don-understand.html' title='You don&amp;#39;t understand'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-2301624380162628303</id><published>2009-01-05T06:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:48:02.418+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 and Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebenernya resolusi gue ngga pernah kesampean.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha. Gue juga ngga tau kenapa harus bikin resolusi kalo pada akhirnya, dilupakan. Hmmm...Ngga usah bahas resolusi tahun lalu kali yaaa. Secara tahun 2008 udah berganti dengan 2009. Jadi udah ngga guna. Beberapa resolusi gue di tahun ini juga beberapa yang belum tercapai di 2008. Harapan gue, mudah-mudahan bisa dilaksanakan tahun ini. Well, new year, new me. Hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Less shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Less coffee, more water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Less snacking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. More savings (for real)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. More patient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. More traveling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Udah ah. Gue ngga mo yang muluk-muluk. Hehe. Mudah-mudahan bisa terlaksanakan dari hal-hal kecil dulu. Amin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trying to commit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-2301624380162628303?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2301624380162628303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=2301624380162628303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2301624380162628303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2301624380162628303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-and-resolutions.html' title='2009 and Resolutions'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-6348458072789000269</id><published>2008-12-26T20:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:34:39.594+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dearest Mom and Dad,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congratulations on your 27th Wedding Anniversary. Since we all gather here, I'm wishing you a happy family life. And may all your hopes and dreams for both of you and your children will come true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 years is not a short time to build a family. I'm amazed by how you two could try to understand each other that well to survive 27 years. Love is not about how you life happily. It's how you try to understand each other every day. How you learn to be patient to deal with every anger, every sadness, until you finally decided to forgive for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 years of marriage, you earn a living to give us proper and decent education, until we are here now, growing up, trying to make you proud and happy as our parents. I hope, you will always be patient facing us. Sometime we might make you sad and angry and disappointed. But truthfully, we never intend to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 years of marriage on the December 27th 2008. We are gather here to celebrate your Wedding Anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love always tries to be perfect. Love will teach us how to stand still, as a family. We hope we can be like you. Always giving out the best for what's so called FAMILY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We love you Mom and Dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coffee.stains and siblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-6348458072789000269?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6348458072789000269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=6348458072789000269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6348458072789000269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6348458072789000269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary...'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-1366373947823685815</id><published>2008-12-19T13:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:58:25.111+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I learned something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having conversations with friends made me think. What's my thought? Well, here it is. Feel free if you don't agree. Let's have a discussion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my personal opinion, we live not to find happiness. But we learn things. Happiness is your bonus. Be happy if you have happiness in your life. Be grateful. Be kind. Try to share the happiness with others who haven't got a chance to taste what happiness is like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other than that, sometimes we have the thing called sadness and you name it. This is the part of learning, we often dislike. It's a part of learning too, right? Like it or not, sadness, fears, tears, failure make us stronger. Agree or disagree. But it does happen to me. The more you learn to fix things, the more you grow stronger. This will build your character. When you decided to run from the fact, then you fail. When you eager to face them, you will win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lot of things happen in life. So, when you have problems hanging around you, try to solve them. You'll learn something from it. They drive you to happiness. If your life is full of happiness, be grateful. Not everyone can have a life like yours. But maybe you won't learn things as much as they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We live and we learn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-1366373947823685815?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1366373947823685815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=1366373947823685815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1366373947823685815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1366373947823685815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/learning.html' title='Learning...'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-6979767039766277660</id><published>2008-12-17T18:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:01:51.830+07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEED HELP!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignleft" src="http://images.nodakopi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SUkhzQoKCDgAAAi72BI1/IMG-0886.JPG?et=1WKqrutPoYgJjlTIBdo%2CJA&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://nodakopi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SUkivgoKCDgAACaOFHE1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignleft" src="http://images.nodakopi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SUkivgoKCDgAACaOFHE1/IMG-0887.JPG?et=e4SXTL4AAhPd85z%2BIYHLfQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Baru kali ini sepatu bikin gue kesel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Beberapa waktu yang lalu, gue mesen sepatu ukuran 45. Karena sampai saat ini belum ada kepastian bisa dibikinin atau ngga, makanya gue inisiatif titip ke kakak gue di Canada buat cariin sepatu Big Size tersebut. Model cewe yang flats dan manis tentunya. Semua itu gue lakuin karena gue ngga enak sama yang udah gue janjiin tuh bikin sepatu. Tiap kali gue di sms-in, bisa jadi sebelum natal apa ngga? Karena niatnya mau dipake buat malam natal. Nah! Karena ngga ada kepastian bisa apa ngga tuh sepatu dibikin, gue nitip dong sama kakak gue. Akhirnya dapet nih! Udah dibeliin. Ternyata orangnya belum tentu mau ambil ini sepatu. Bilang mau nunggu yang bikin aja (tapi gue juga belum tau itu sepatu bakalan bisa dibikin apa ngga. Secara sizenya ngga biasa kan ya...) Rasanya sedih banget. Kayak semua usaha gue ngga ada harganya. Gue udah sampe maksa kakak gue cariin tuh sepatu demi niy anak. Ngga taunya, ngga jelas juga. Kesel pastinya! Tapi gue bisa apa? Rasanya kayak mo nangis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mo marah tapi ngga enak. Ada yang bisa bantu gue pasarin ini sepatu ngga? Secara gue ngga tau lagi orang yang kakinya size 44-45. Hiks. Mo nangis. Harga belinya 32.99 Canadian Dollar. Kalo ada yang mau gue mo lepas 250rb aja nih sepatu. Jual RUGI (masih boleh nego2 dikit deh). Miris rasanya. Kalo ukuran kaki gue, niy sepatu pastinya udah gue bajak. Belakangan ini kayaknya gue lagi ngga jodoh banget sama yang namanya sepatu. Kesel jadinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;help me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-6195693907652159008</id><published>2008-12-17T08:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:08:38.624+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Christmas Means...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is what Christmas means to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A time to be grateful that we have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; as our saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cheer the world even with just a little smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Presents under the christmas tree is just a decorations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Love in Our heart is the true Christmas celebrations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A glass of love and a plate full of happiness is the perfect recipe to celebrate Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Don't forget to add a bowl of hopes to welcome New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Christmas decorations won't mean a thing without family and friends near you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Caroling, dancing, laughing, kissing won't mean a thing without a loving heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Christmas is sharing our joyous moment with our loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No matter how simple we celebrate, it would feel jolly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A time when desperation turns into hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The entire family gathers to share their love, hopes and happy times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lots of new hopes and smile to fulfill our dreams of tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Say prayer to God for He was born to be our Saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;welcoming Christmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-christmas-means.html' title='What Christmas Means...'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-1484925067710524269</id><published>2008-12-15T07:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:18:55.265+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What about Monday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Senin identik dengan menyebalkan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it happens to me. Hari Senin ini menyebalkan sekali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. MACET hampir 2 jam di jalan. Sampe kantor jam 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Parkiran kantor dipindahin JAUUUUHHHHH karena ada seminar di kantor. Manis! (Me being sarcastic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Paket gue sampe, TAPI model TIDAK sesuai dengan yang gue PESAN. Hyuh! Emosi jiwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Diajak makan siang tapi DITINGGAL...Tapi dibungkusin. (Kalian kumaafkan. Hahahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. BELUM dapet ide buat review siang ini. HAHAHA. CAKEP deh. Nyebelinnya KUMAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ohhhh...Baru setengah hari berjalan. Entah apa lagi yang akan terjadi. Nanti akan kuupdate lagi. Mungkin akan ada beberapa kejadian menyebalkan lagi?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selamat hari Senin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-1484925067710524269?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1484925067710524269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=1484925067710524269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1484925067710524269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1484925067710524269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-about-monday.html' title='What about Monday?'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-1158015679431426128</id><published>2008-12-11T07:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:15:19.814+07:00</updated><title type='text'>UANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uang bikin puyeng.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seberapa dekat kita dengan uang? Seberapa dalam pengetahuan kita tentang uang? Hari ini aku sedang merasa uang itu JAHAT! Ini adalah kenapa... &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uang itu jahat! Uang itu pengadu domba. Semua orang bisa melakukan apa pun demi uang. Ada baiknya ngga selalu mikirin uang. Setidaknya, jangan berlebihan. Jangan sampai diperbudak uang. Semua hubungan bisa hancur gara-gara uang! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mudah-mudahan kita selalu bisa berkata cukup. Keserakahan bisa menjatuhkan kita semua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sedang merasa uang itu jahat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-1158015679431426128?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1158015679431426128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=1158015679431426128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1158015679431426128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1158015679431426128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/uang.html' title='UANG'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-7441206207909300969</id><published>2008-12-10T08:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:56:27.847+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akhirnya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sampai kapankah?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dia memintaku untuk tetap kuat, tegar. Tapi justru saat ini dia yang tergoncang. Kali ini kami kembali goyah. Beberapa saat lalu kami menghadiri satu pertemuan yang kemudian menguak luka yang sebelumnya tak terlihat. Sakit hatinya. Berapa banyak kebohongan lagi akan kami terima? Berapa lama lagi kami dapat bertahan? Entahlah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku bukannya bisa menerima semua masalah dengan berlapang dada. Tapi aku hanya tidak ingin jatuh dalam gelap, tak habisnya menoleh kebelakang. Jelas kami tak akan bisa melangkah maju kalau begitu. Tapi dia, sakit hatinya tak terbalaskan. Semua pengorbanannya disia-siakan begitu saja. Dia yang berbaik hati merelakan kepunyaannya, tak dianggap. Jahat? Memang! Andai saja aku punya segalanya, ingin aku memberikan sebagian milikku untuknya. Agar dia bisa tersenyum lagi. Memelukku di saat aku merasa butuh dikuatkan. Aku rasa, saat ini aku yang harus memeluknya. Aku yang harus menguatkannya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, sampai kapankah cobaan ini akan berakhir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dicobai lagi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-7441206207909300969?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7441206207909300969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=7441206207909300969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7441206207909300969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7441206207909300969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/akhirnya.html' title='Akhirnya...'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-1634488912793243433</id><published>2008-12-05T18:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:22:51.824+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOOT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue mo MAKI-MAKI.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maaf sebelumnya. Khusus edisi ini, gue mo MARAH doang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...ANJING! SETANNNNNNNN....BANGSAT banget nih cowo bawa AERIO ITEM B 2231 ?? Gue ga sempet liat dengan jelas nomor polisinya karena gue masih shock! Bangsat abis deh!!!!!! Gue lagi nyetir lurus-lurus dengan damai aman tenteram sentosa. Di depan gue, tepatnya di puteran depan TIFICO, Tangerang ini AERIO BEGO muter dengan kecepatan tinggi. Kontan gue Klaksonin dong nih MOBIL TOLOL. Akhirnya dia berhasil berhenti. Tepat sebelum gue menghajar mobilnya. Mobil gue berenti tepat di depan MONYONGnya. Karena kesel, gue buka kaca dong. NIH COWO SIALAN dengan santainya majuin tuh mobil sampe kena ke bagian samping mobil gue. ANJING YA. Terus dia memberi isyarat tangan supaya gue jalan sambil TERSENYUM DENGAN MANISNYA. ANJING LO!!!!! Lo pikir karena lo cowo dan gue cewe, lo bisa seenaknya gitu ya???? COWO TAI!!! COWO SIALLLLLL!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue cuma takut aja kalo itu modus dia supaya gue turun dari mobil. Ngebayangin tiba-tiba orang di mobilnya turun, trus gue diserbu, gue memilih untuk mengalah sambil gue teriakintuh COWO BEGO  "TAI LUH!" Kekekekeke. ABIS GUE KESEL BANGET...ANJRIT ya tuh orang!!!!!! SETANNNNNNNN!!! Mana malem-malem, jalanan udah sepi, gue cewe sendirian pula. BAJINGANNNNN!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waktu gue sampe rumah, hasil nyetir dengan perasaan penuh was-was, akhirnya gue cek tuh mobil di depan pager rumah. Puji Tuhan, mobil gue ngga papa. Mudah-mudahan tuh orang ngusruk di mana kek! BRENGSEKKKKK!!!! Gue masih kesel banget nih...Huhuhuhuhuhu...Ya udah lah. Yang penting gue bisa sampe rumah dengan selamat. Mobil gue juga ngga kenapa-napa. Mudah-mudahan mobil dia yang kenapa-napa. MONYETTTTTT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, Tuhan. Ampunilah dosaku. Hiks. Mo minta maaf juga buat semua yang baca. Abis kasar banget yaaa. Ini satu-satunya cara biar gue bisa lega. Selain tadi udah telepon Pappoo. Huhuhu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;memohon ampun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-1634488912793243433?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1634488912793243433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=1634488912793243433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1634488912793243433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1634488912793243433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/shoot.html' title='SHOOT!!!!'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-621650571894789596</id><published>2008-12-05T07:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:53:10.830+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kondangan (lagi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nodakopi.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/STjBkAoKCDgAADi87pI1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignright" src="http://images.nodakopi.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STjBkAoKCDgAADi87pI1/IMG-0769.JPG?et=qTQtMtFqUFvOOsQMerO4zA&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banyaknya undangan minggu ini.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Huwaaaaaaa...Banyak banget undangan kawinan. Hari ini temen SMPku married. Udah diwanti-wanti supaya dateng. Yaudah, mau gimana lagi. Nanti berangkat langsung dari kantor. Bau gapapa deh! Haha. Udah gitu, kondangannya di Kelapa Gading pula. Hari Jumat pula. Macet pula! Ugh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minggu besok juga ada undangan. Kali ini si Pappoo yang diundang. Minta ditemenin. Ya mo gimana? Pergi lagi. Padahal tadi Mama nanya, besok mau ke Singapore apa ngga. Dengan sangat berat hati, aku menolak ajakan Mama. Mudah-mudahan Mama juga ngga jadi ke Singapore. Nanti aja bareng aku (Hwalah! Tetep ngareppp...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Besok Sabtu mau jalan bareng Wasabi. Kita mau spending time dari siang sampe malam. Sekalian mau nonton Happy Go Lucky di Blitz Grand Indonesia jam 19.00...Sebelumnya, shopping dulu kali ya! Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Padahal kemarin baru shopping. Sama Papa. Horeeee...!!! Menyenangkan sekali...Hihihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Glowing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps. Akhirnya baikan sama Pappoo. Dan rencananya dia juga mo nemenin aku kondangan hari ini. Hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-621650571894789596?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/621650571894789596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=621650571894789596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/621650571894789596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/621650571894789596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/kondangan-lagi_05.html' title='Kondangan (lagi)'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-90863849937308996</id><published>2008-12-05T07:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:44:40.782+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kondangan (lagi)</title><content type='html'>   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-90863849937308996?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/90863849937308996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=90863849937308996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/90863849937308996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/90863849937308996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/kondangan-lagi.html' title='Kondangan (lagi)'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-1846631521858263474</id><published>2008-12-03T12:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:30:26.268+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadi nakal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lagi berasa pengen nakal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Membangkang adalah salah satu sifat yang nempel sama diri gue. Dan hari ini pembangkangan itu muncul. Sampe gue melakukan hal yang sudah lama tidak gue lakukan. Mungkin stress berlebihan kali ya? Entahlah. Mungkin gue salah. Mungkin gue hanya butuh pelarian. Mungkin gue butuh melepaskan stress. Gue ngga tau. Rasanya gue butuh menyendiri tuk sesaat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi apakah benar itu yang gue inginkan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bingung,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-1846631521858263474?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1846631521858263474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=1846631521858263474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1846631521858263474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1846631521858263474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/jadi-nakal.html' title='Jadi nakal.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-4917431664060392478</id><published>2008-12-03T08:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:22:49.288+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am just tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Berantem itu bikin cape.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Udah beberapa lama belakangan ini, gue sering berantem karena hal-hal kecil. Ngga tau kenapa. Rasanya cape. Tiap gue salah ngomong dikit, pasti ujung-ujungnya berantem. Gue cape. Huhuhuhu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;capeeeeee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-4917431664060392478?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4917431664060392478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=4917431664060392478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4917431664060392478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4917431664060392478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-just-tired.html' title='I am just tired'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-8869641763613454021</id><published>2008-12-01T14:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:06:46.942+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salah jalan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akhirnya nyasar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha! Awalnya cuma karena salah pilih jalur pulang. Keluar kantor gue lewat gang kecil sebelah kantor. Abis itu, ke arah pulang macet. Niatnya mo ke arah senayan, cuma muter. Gara-gara liat jalanan macet gila, akhirnya gue lurusin aja ke Senayan City. Hahaha. Tadi waktu di kantor, Intan sempet nanya ada yang ke Senci apa ngga, sampe akhirnya gue merasa ngga enak. Kayak mempermainkan dia. Wakakaka. Maap ya, Tan! Hihi. Beneran ngga sengaja lho gue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhasil, gue nongkrong sendirian di Burger King. Soalnya semua yang gue smsin pada ngga bisa nemenin. But not bad! Gue bisa nyelesain kerjaan gue yang tadi belum kelar. Horeeeee. Ternyata menyenangkan juga nongkrong sendirian. Di pojok Burger King. Berasa misterius gitu. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lagi berasa misterius,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-8869641763613454021?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8869641763613454021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=8869641763613454021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8869641763613454021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8869641763613454021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/12/salah-jalan.html' title='Salah jalan.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-1673104281154108864</id><published>2008-11-30T16:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:57:06.131+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before X'mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Natal adalah liburan yang paling kutunggu.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pastinya minimal sebulan sebelum Natal tiba, mama pasti udah ribut pengen menghias rumah. Hehe. Akhirnya hari ini kesampean juga pasang dan menghias pohon natal. Tentunya dengan bantuan dari Pappoo dan Papa. Finishingnya dibantu sama papa. Karena ternyata pohonnya miring. Mungkin karena usianya yang udah tua. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dari pagi sempet ke Gereja dulu. Ini itu. Abis itu siangnya baru pasang pohon natal. Sore pasang lampunya (ternyata banyak yang mati dan harus beli lagi. Tapi belum!) Malam baru mulai menghias-hias. Akhirnya kelar. Tapi belum lengkap 100% karena lampunya belum kepasang. Huhu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Senang. Cape. Bercampur menjadi satu. Trus sekarang yang ada ngantuk. Soalnya semalem abis midnight shopping (akhirnya!) dan baru pulang jam 00.30. Tadi pagi bangun jam 6 karena dibangunin Pappoo. Mo nganterin Nana ujian CPNS di Tangerang. Alhasil, gue harus ikutan bangun pagi juga. Huhuhu. Ya udah deh, ngga papa. Yang penting sekarang mau tidur dulu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dokumentasi sesi menghias udah di uplod. Hehe. (Teteupppp minta di dokumentasiin!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ngantuk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-1673104281154108864?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/1673104281154108864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=1673104281154108864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1673104281154108864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/1673104281154108864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/before-x.html' title='Before X&amp;#39;mas'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-7847666038205626321</id><published>2008-11-29T11:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:03:50.636+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna be Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It will soon be Christmas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so happy! Hari ini jalan-jalan bareng Gitta and Riri. Sebelumnya sempet BRUNCH dimsum di Harmoni, Gading Serpong. Celebrating Gitta's birthday. Udah gitu lanjut lagi ke Lippo. Emang gue rencana pengen ganti batere jam tangan. Udah gitu sempet muter-muter di matahari dept. store dan agak sedikit berbelanja. Abis itu ngambil jam tangan gue. Hore! Udah bisa dipake lagi! Trus nyari CD natal di pondok pujian. Hore dapet 3! Hihi. Trus muter-muter di Debenhams dan sempet foto2 (di kamar mandi) Hahaha. Abis itu ke Starbucks. Hihihi. Done with all the shopping and walking, kita pulang deh! Hahaha. Menyenangkan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kayaknya nanti malam mau balik lagi ke sana. Sama Mama. Mau midnight shopping. Karena kemarin sempet ngga jadi. Tepar...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.strains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-7847666038205626321?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7847666038205626321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=7847666038205626321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7847666038205626321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7847666038205626321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-gonna-be-christmas.html' title='It&amp;#39;s gonna be Christmas'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-5900825741189128854</id><published>2008-11-28T06:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:09:02.056+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidental </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebuah kecelakaan terjadi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waktu perjalanan menuju kantor, gue sempet berenti di rest area tol karena perlu transfer di ATM BCA. Abis kelar transaksi, waktu jalan ke mobil, tiba-tiba entah gimana caranya, itu iPhone meluncur bebas ke tanah. Oh my! Kekeke. Cape deh...Jatuhnya lumayan keras. Ooops. Huwaaaaa...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mudah-mudahan tuh iPhone ngga kenapa-napa ya. Kalo kenapa-napa berarti harus beli lagi dong? Hahahaha...yeah, I wish. (Kayak punya duit banyak aja!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-5900825741189128854?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/5900825741189128854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=5900825741189128854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/5900825741189128854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/5900825741189128854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/accidental.html' title='Accidental '/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-3247081322917636656</id><published>2008-11-24T15:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:37:44.259+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not ignore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dengarkan kata hatimu.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saat hatimu berbicara, dengarkanlah. Hari ini aku mendengarkan kata hatiku. Waktu perjalanan pulang tadi, aku tiba-tiba saja ingin menelepon sahabatku, Hilda. Awalnya aku sms, tapi tidak dibalas. Akhirnya aku menelepon dirinya. Ternyata benar saja. Dia sedang kebingungan. Dia tidak dapat bus terakhir untuk pulang. Akhirnya harus mutar ke sana ke sini. Aku menawarkan diri untuk menunggunya di rest area. Dia mengiyakan. Akhirnya aku menunggunya di starbucks. Memesan Iced Green Tea Latte dan Chocolate chunk scone. Aku duduk di sana sambil mengerjakan pekerjaan kantor yang tadi sempat kukerjakan dan ternyata salah kerjaan. Haha! Akhirnya aku cicil sedikit sambil menunggu Hilda datang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Duduk menyendiri, ditemani alunan lagu Natal yang melantun menentramkan. Ah! Menyenangkan. Aku senang sekali melakukan kebaikan untuk teman-temanku. Ya, asal jangan disalahgunakan aja kebaikanku ini. Mudah-mudahan. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya sudah. Itu saja sih. Sekedar mengingatkan untuk mendengarkan kata hati. Seperti hari ini, karena sebenarnya, ada yang membutuhkan kita tanpa kita sadari. Mungkin berguna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;senang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-3247081322917636656?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3247081322917636656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=3247081322917636656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3247081322917636656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3247081322917636656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-not-ignore.html' title='Do not ignore.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-6726023438224175560</id><published>2008-11-24T05:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:43:52.855+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semalam aku melakukannya lagi, sudah lama tidak.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sudah lama aku tidak melakukannya. Aku merasa deg-degan, senang sekaligus puas. Seperti mendapatkan keberanian baru, aku bersemangat sekali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jalanan waktu itu agak ramai, tapi aku tak peduli. Aku sudah lelah. Semua rasa menjadi satu. Aku hanya ingin cepat sampai di rumah. Beristirahat. Setelah seharian keliling, berbelanja di Bandung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku menjejakkan kakiku sedalam-dalamnya di pedal gas si biru. Aku langsung merasakan adrenalinku menyambutnya gembira. Kanan, kiri, lampu dim kumainkan. Pedal gas terus kuinjak sambil sesekali kuinjak pedal rem atau kuturunkan torsinya. Aku merasakan kesenangan yang dulu biasa kurasakan. Ah, ternyata masih menyenangkan. Mungkin aku harus melakukannya lagi, kapan-kapan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Menyenangkan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-6726023438224175560?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6726023438224175560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=6726023438224175560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6726023438224175560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6726023438224175560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/puas.html' title='Puas!'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-9108125501758408627</id><published>2008-11-21T08:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:53:58.654+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen carefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We should listen very carefully.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the compassion come all at once. I don't know which one should I look up to first. There are so many things going on in my mind. Crowded is the exact word to picture my mind now. Too many words. Too many thoughts. Too many insights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bring my soul come to the light. I want white. I want truth. I want you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You. I want you first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coffee.stains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-9108125501758408627?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/9108125501758408627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=9108125501758408627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/9108125501758408627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/9108125501758408627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/listen-carefully.html' title='Listen carefully'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-114926710395044921</id><published>2008-11-21T06:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:48:50.309+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku selalu menyayangi dirinya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pikiranku menari-nari, membayangkan apa yang akan terjadi sesudah ini. Dia mendekapku hangat. Dekat dengan tubuhnya. Aku bisa merasakan nafasnya, berdesir hangat di dekat telingaku. Aku menahan diriku untuk tidak menangis. Tidak menangis dipelukannya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dia mendekatkan dirinya kepadaku. Kurasakan belaian tangannya di punggungku. Memberikan sayangnya kepadaku. Aku bergetar. Seluruh tubuhku bergetar. Aku menahan diri untuk tidak menangis. Jangan menangis. Tidak! Jangan menangis di sini, aku berkata pada diriku. Dia merasakan getaranku itu. Aku tahu, dia bisa merasakan apa yang kurasakan. Kesedihan ini tidak lagi terbendung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kemudian, dia melepaskan pelukannya perlahan. Kami bertemu muka. Dia tersenyum hangat. Air mata sudah menggenang dipelupuk mataku. Dia mengusap air mataku. "Jangan menangis lagi," katanya. Aku melihat ada cinta yang tulus di matanya. Aku melihatnya. Sebentar saja aku tidak menangis lagi. Aku merasa lega. Aku merasa disayangi. Aku merasa masih ada yang peduli padaku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terima kasih, Mama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku sayang mamaku. Yang selalu ada di saat aku butuh. Di saat aku perlu cinta, Mama memberikannya kepadaku. Saat semua orang tidak tahu aku sedang bersedih, Mama tahu! Dia berusaha sekuat hatinya untuk memberikan yang terbaik untuk aku. Terima kasih, Mama. Aku sayang Mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku sayang mama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-114926710395044921?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/114926710395044921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=114926710395044921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/114926710395044921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/114926710395044921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/hangat.html' title='Hangat!'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-3072952668037576730</id><published>2008-11-20T14:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:13:30.141+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semua telah hilang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saat kumenulis ini, kurasa kesedihan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ini aku ngobrol singkat dengan seorang teman lama. Aku tidak tahu keadaannya belakangan ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi, hari ini aku mengajaknya pergi ke Bandung Sabtu nanti. Tanpa ada unsur kesengajaan, aku bilang "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ajak Aa lo ya&lt;/span&gt;..." Ternyata dia sudah tidak lagi bersama kekasihnya itu. Padahal aku bisa melihat, mereka itu bisa saling menjaga. Temanku itu juga merasa nyaman didekat kekasihnya. Aku memang tidak pernah jalan bersama mereka, tapi aku yakin itu yang mereka rasakan. Mereka memang berbeda, seperti halnya aku. Tapi entah mengapa, ada keserasian yang menutupi perbedaan mereka. Aku sendiri tidak tahu apa penyebab berpisahnya mereka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yang aku tahu, ada beberapa sahabat dekat mengalami hal yang sama. Sedih. Mudah-mudahan mereka cepat pulih dan bisa menemukan seseorang yang lebih baik. Atau mungkin kembali pada pasangan masing-masing? (Jika itu memang yang terbaik, siilakan.) Aku hanya bisa ada untuk mereka. Hal yang paling mungkin aku lakukan adalah ada untuk mereka. Di saat yang paling mereka butuhkan, bercerita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sedih untuk kalian,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-3072952668037576730?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3072952668037576730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=3072952668037576730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3072952668037576730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3072952668037576730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/semua-telah-hilang.html' title='Semua telah hilang...'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-3748826240996855006</id><published>2008-11-20T05:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:34:06.498+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selamat Pagi!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mau ngucapin &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SELAMAT ULANG TAHUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; buat semua yang ulang tahun hari ini. Khususnya to Mama Inggil, Sepupu sapiku, Jason the cerewet, Sama Ina adiknya mantanku. Hehehe. Wish you all the very best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Buat yang lain juga yaaaa. Selamat merayakan hari ulang tahunnnnn...Semoga murah rejeki. Amin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Asik hari ini makan nasi bogana. Dibawain sama Mama Inggil. Hurrayyyyy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tersenyum sambil mengucapkan selamat ulang tahun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-3748826240996855006?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3748826240996855006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=3748826240996855006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3748826240996855006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3748826240996855006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-7172447452948938370</id><published>2008-11-19T17:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:04:38.425+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak, Payung, Hujan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ini aku teringat tuk bersyukur.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ini ngga masuk kantor karena janjian dokter gigi. Ternyata GIGIKU BOLONG 2 biji. Well, yang satu gue emang sadar tuh gigi bolong. Tapi yang satunya entah datang dari mana. Alhasil, tuh mulut terbuka selama 2 jam...Bolak balik kumur-kumur. Huff! Cape. Gigi gue dikorek-korek (Euw! Sorry!!!) sampe ngilu...huhuhu. Dan belum selesai sampe situ. Ternyata gue harus balik lagi dalam 2 minggu ke depan. Buat gigi aja keluar 800ribu. Hiks. Gimana nasib gue 2 minggu lagi?!?!?!? Langsung jatuh miskin, ngga makan enak lagi deh! Daripada gigi gue bolong, trus harus ke dokter gigi buat nambel. Huhuhu!!! Oh noooooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Truss hari ini sempet ke Lippo juga 2 kali! Yang pertama ngurusin mobil. Trus malamnya mampir bentar buat beli kue mungil buat mama inggil. Hihi. Besok banyak banget yang ulang tahun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Mama Inggil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Sepupu Sapiku!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Jason, tetangga kecilku yang super cerewet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Regina, adiknya mantan gue..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yahhh, itu aja sih (yang gue kenal)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nahhhhh...Waktu gue mau masuk ke Lippo kedua kalinya kan lagi gerimis. Di depan pintu lobby gue ngeliat ada anak yang ngojekin payung. Disitulah, gue merasa kita yang lebih dari mereka harus bisa merasa bersyukur. Bersyukur karena kebutuhan kita terpenuhi. Walaupun kadang juga pas-pasan. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But we should be grateful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Udah gitu, gue yang suka melas gitu ngeliat mereka. Anak-anak yang hujan-hujanan, sedangkan payungnya direlakan buat kita pakai. Walaupun itu cara mereka mencari nafkah, atau yaaaa katakan saja, mencari uang jajan tambahan. Gue juga ngga tau sih motif mereka apa. Tapi buat gue, itu adalah sesuatu. Dan sesuatu itu sangat menyentuh gue. Apalagi gue suka ketemu sama anak-anak yang mukanya kayak sedih banget gitu. Duhhhhh, so sad! Kadang kalo gue mutusin buat pake payungnya, gue ngga mau mereka jalan di luar payung, kehujanan. Gue akan ngajak mereka jalan bareng. Di bawah payung sama-sama gue. Ngga tau ya. Gue suka PUAS aja gitu rasanya. Abis itu, rasanya seneeeeeeeeeeng banget karena bisa melalukan sesuatu yang baik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Liat kan? Perbuatan sepele dan sekecil apapun, bisa menghasilkan kebahagiaan yang besar. Itu untuk gue sih. Ngga tau gimana kalian. Makanya, yuk bersyukur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tersenyum karena masih bisa bersyukur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-7172447452948938370?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7172447452948938370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=7172447452948938370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7172447452948938370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7172447452948938370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/anak-payung-hujan.html' title='Anak, Payung, Hujan.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-6239307820907666563</id><published>2008-11-18T07:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:01:17.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Fight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cape berantem melulu.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Udah dua hari ini berantem. Ngga yang berantem gimana sih. Tapi kayaknya cape aja.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know what he mean&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;s. Tapi ya udah. Ngga usah diulang-ulang lagi kali ya. Lama-lama jadi bosen. Tapi gue juga tau sih. &lt;/span&gt;It's for what's best&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. Ya, mudah-mudahan bisa melalui masa-masa ini tanpa ada sesuatu yang bisa merusak nantinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Huwahhhhhh. Susah menyemangati diri sendiri nih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cape,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-6239307820907666563?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6239307820907666563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=6239307820907666563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6239307820907666563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6239307820907666563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-fight.html' title='Another Fight...'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-4120878151475450543</id><published>2008-11-14T17:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:53:15.928+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Automatically started.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Panik rasanya!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ini gue bangun siang. Jam 9an gitu. Karena kemarinnya ga sempet tidur, makanya bablas deh. Udah gitu waktu sampe kantor, komentar anak-anak adalah "ngapain lo masuk?" Anjrit. Rasanya pengen balik pulang lagi. Tau gitu ngapain ngantor! Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abis jam makan siang, gue sama pilon cabut ke senci. Waktu abis parkir, alarm mobil sempet ngga nyala. Mobil ngga bisa dikunci. Waktu nyoba nyalain mesin, kayak yang agak ngadat gitu. Tapi nyala sih abis itu. Akhirnya setelah mesin nyala, gue matiin lagi, trus waktu nyoba ngunci, bisa. Gue sama pilon langsung naik ke atas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di atas sempet liat-liat karya yang dikirim ke Citra Pariwara. Sempet ketemu ama si mang bawel juga. Abis itu, cape keliling akhirnya gue sama pilon ngupi-ngupi di starbucks. Trus sempet yang jalan-jalan lagi keliling debenhams, promod, orange. Trus ke toilet, mo pipis. Abis keluar dari toilet, ada bunyi paging, pengumuman gitu. Tumben juga gue merhatiin itu pengumuman. Bunyinya gini "Dimohon kepada pengendara Honda Jazz berwarna biru..." gue udah mulai ngarep dalam hati (jangan mobil gue...jangan mobil gue) "...dengan nomor polisi B dua kosong kosong lima ND..." (langsung gue lemes) "...dimohon untuk mengecek keadaan kendaraannya sekarang"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue panik! Langsung gue dan pilon ambil langkah panjang supaya cepet nyampe tempat parkiran. Waktu sampe tempat parkiran, gue bingung ada apa. Waktu mobil gue buka dan gue masukin itu kunci, koq mesin gue ngga mau nyala. Dan ternyata setelah gue sadar, ternyata mobil gue udah kayak SAUNA. MESINNYA NYALA!!!!! Gue PANIK! Ternyata mesin gue nyala. PANAS banget tuh mobil. Gue langsung kepikiran remote otomatis mobil gue. Biasanya suka gue pake kalo mau manasin mobil. Waktu dicari-cari, ternyata ada di laci. Dan waktu gue pencet tombolnya, puji Tuhan mesinnya mau mati. Phew! Sumpah gue panik abis. Keringet langsung ngucur. Ternyata pilon ditelpon sama MAW yang baru sampe di Senci. Denger kabar tentang mobil gue, anak-anak langsung nyusul gue ke parkiran, ikutan panik juga. Hohoho. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a good friends they are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gue sempet telpon Pappoo, dia malah marah-marah. Daripada gue senewen, mending gue matiin aja telponnya. Maaf ya, Poo! Setelah mendinginkan mesinnya beberapa saat, baru gue berani ninggalin mobil lagi. Udah titip pesen juga sama mas-mas penjaga parkiran, kalo sampe nyala lagi, tolong panggil gue. Huhuhuhu. Serem gila. Besok rencananya gue mau ke bengkel, copotin tuh remote otomatis. Biar ngga pikin gue stress! Kacrut banget deh pokoknya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hwaduh, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-4120878151475450543?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4120878151475450543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=4120878151475450543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4120878151475450543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4120878151475450543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/automatically-started.html' title='Automatically started.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-6523458812750667861</id><published>2008-11-13T17:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:47:22.962+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetap bersyukur.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Walaupun ngga masuk 3 besar, tapi tetep bangga.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Walaupun udah lama mengenal dunia advertising, tapi gue baru aja terjun secara langsung ke dunia yang menarik ini. Tadinya cuma bisa liat dan denger pengalaman papa dan adik gue aja, yang emang udah lebih dulu nyebur. Dari empat bulan pertama ini, gue seneng banget karena bisa dapet kesempatan buat ikutan satu event yang namanya daun muda award. Sebuah kompetisi di dunia advertising untuk praktisi yang usianya di bawah 30 taun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dari 61 pasang yang mendaftar, terseleksilah 9 pasang yang akan maju ke tahap final. Dan gue termasuk salah satu di dalamnya. Ini adalah suatu hal yang baru. Kasarnya, gue yang baru belajar jalan, tiba-tiba disuruh lari. Walopun tersandung dan kadang terseok-seok, tapi akhirnya gue bisa jadi finalis juga. Pengalaman yang berharga banget buat gue. Apalagi ada temen-temen yang selalu mendukung gue (tentunya dengan caranya masing-masing)...Memberi gue semangat untuk ngga pernah putus asa. Makasih ya, semuaaaaa...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masih akan ada tahun depan. Secara gue masih muda koq. Hahahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Udah ah, cape ketawa-tawa. Sekarang cuma pengen tidurrrrr. Secara dari kemarin juga ngga tidur. Tadi pun cuma sempet tidur 3 jam sebelum akhirnya dikejar-kejar lagi disuruh ke Senayan City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;good night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-6523458812750667861?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6523458812750667861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=6523458812750667861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6523458812750667861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6523458812750667861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/tetap-bersyukur.html' title='Tetap bersyukur.'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-3062111464188808350</id><published>2008-11-12T20:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:30:03.080+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sepet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mata udah sepet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Udah jam 01.27 pagi hari. Boleh dibilang gue baru mulai ngacak-ngacak isi kepala. Gue abis ngetik beberapa copy buat dipresent besok pagi. Rasanya mata gue udah beraaaaaaaaat banget. Padahal masih ada banyak hal yang harus dilakuin. Mau nyerah tapi udah nanggung. Ini adalah masa-masa yang paling berat. Pengen cepet-cepet besok. Biar cepet kelar. Trus mo tidur. Eh, tapi bisa ngga ya???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hiks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-3062111464188808350?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/3062111464188808350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=3062111464188808350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3062111464188808350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/3062111464188808350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/sepet.html' title='Sepet'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-4016809043658034368</id><published>2008-11-12T03:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:58:49.315+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Count down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now let the count down began...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3...2...1...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haishhhh...Suasana mulai mencekam, gue mulai merasa deg-degan...Ha! Doain yaaaaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mulai lemes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-4016809043658034368?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4016809043658034368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=4016809043658034368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4016809043658034368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4016809043658034368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/count-down.html' title='Count down...'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-5697165935574959217</id><published>2008-11-11T06:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:02:45.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hold back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sudah saatnya menatap ke depan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lupakan saja masa lalu. Mungkin itu cara yang paling ampuh. Bagaimanapun, kami harus mulai menatap masa depan. Mungkin kemarin saat yang pahit. Sulit untuk dilupakan. Tapi mungkin itulah yang membuat kami tidak bergerak maju. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semalam saya tiba-tiba terhenyak karena pemikiran itu. Mungkinkah itu sebuah jalan? Walaupun beban itu harus kami pikul berdua, tapi mungkin itu merupakan jalan yang terbaik. Sudah saatnya kami membiarkan mereka tertawa di atas penderitaan kami. Tapi tawa itu akan segera berakhir. Mungkin. Entah kapan. Yang saya tahu, ketidakjujuran akan berakhir dalam kenestapaan. Semoga keadilan berpihak pada kami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;menutup lembaran lama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-5697165935574959217?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/5697165935574959217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=5697165935574959217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/5697165935574959217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/5697165935574959217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/don-hold-back.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t hold back!'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-2070333069452457346</id><published>2008-11-10T13:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:11:32.165+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, STOP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so tired of this never ending problems.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was started last April. Everything went fine. Just perfectly fine. Until I ruined everything and now it's completely hell! I might did something wrong, but I had my lesson, a hard time. But those two guys, I can't tell you who, start driving me crazy. Unfortunately it's not only me. I let down some of my beloved too. I don't know when will it be over. All I know is this damn madness tickles my heart. I want to blow up. I want to disappear. I really want to kick those bastards. Oh wait! I guess it's not even enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would you betray the one that had helped you? Even when you know that they have nothing and they willing to give everything they have to help you? To put things back to where they were? And now, when everything goes wrong, you just walk away. Washed your hand clean. Tell me, would you be that kind of person? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's what happened. I want to scream, I want to disappear, I want to kill them. If only I could. Unfortunately I couldn't. I don't have the power to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hoping for a white light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-2070333069452457346?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2070333069452457346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=2070333069452457346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2070333069452457346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2070333069452457346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-stop.html' title='Please, STOP!'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-6133780044495669300</id><published>2008-11-09T12:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:04:45.456+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken wings'/><title type='text'>What's on their mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why is it always about the look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was inspired by one night where four man and two women are sitting together in one table. It was cold. It was literally cold by the weather and also at someone's heart. That night was full with people. Less people she knew by heart. And here's the story began...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All day long, and it wasn't a pleasant day at all. The woman felt really strange. Like being a stranger by the day, even between her beloved. She turned out to be so cold and moody. A long journey used to be fun. But at that time, she wanted to go home. Feeling unwanted. Until the night come, it was the worst night ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They stopped by a cool place. Very warm and cozy place, but her heart wasn't there. Her mood was out for a while, maybe looking for fresh air. She sat there with another woman and four men. The other woman is pretty, thin, just like a model. Well in fact she was. This woman is just ordinary, chubby and unattractive. It's obvious that the four men was trying too hard to have this attractive woman's attention. Trying hard to look funny and making conversations with her. While the unattractive woman was ignored. Or maybe they don't even realized that she's existed. She was rejected. Finally she decided to moved to another empty square table, sitting alone, feeling cold, trying hard to hold her tears to fall down. Was it always like that? Was she not good enough to be seen? Was she really that bad? Or it was them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is sad. Knowing how people, or should I say, WE often look at people only by their appearances. Trying to look funny or good only to impress a beautiful young lady or a handsome guy? Not being ourselves to have someone else's attention? It's a pity way of thinking. Do we ever think, that maybe we could have hurt somebody else's feeling? Making them feel not good enough that you don't want to talk to them? They feel rejected, unwanted, mad, ashamed for being who they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That is disgusting. We should really try to change our minds. We should really try to turn around and see, if there's anybody else there who needs us. We should learn to respect others. If we don't want to be treated that way, then don't treat others like you don't want to be treated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mad at them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-6133780044495669300?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/6133780044495669300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=6133780044495669300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6133780044495669300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/6133780044495669300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-on-their-mind.html' title='What&amp;#39;s on their mind...'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-2967961153445899806</id><published>2008-11-07T18:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:41:46.968+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sok jaim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pertemuan pertama, sok jaim.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Panjangnya hari ini. Tadi ada &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;review&lt;/span&gt; sedikit. Tapi lumayan lancar koq. Trus bisa pulang on time. Tapi bukannya pulang malah jalan2. (Maap ya, Bu Wasabi! Jadinya diriku ngga latihan koor) Awalnya pengen ke PP. Karena si Poo di sana. Tapi pikir2 males juga ah. Hehehe. Secara daerahnya juga 3 in 1. Abis itu Ucu juga ngajakin ke Senayan. Akhirnya jadilah ke PS. Sama Ucu dan Pilon. Ternyata dalam perjalanan, Blossom telpon. Mau nebeng pulang balik. Yaudah. Akhirnya semua berkumpul di PS. Termasuk si Kakang Bletak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah makan dan nemenin Blossom beli buku di Kinokuniya, akhirnya gue telepon si Kang Bletak itu. Janjian di Starbucks. Anaknya baik, tapi ngga banyak ngomong sih. Secara kalo online, bawelnya minta ampun. Ckckckck! Mungkin karena gue sama temen2 gue kali ya!?!? Makanya dia jadi sok jaim begitu (Ngaku lo!). Untuk itulah saya ingin minta maaf (Maaf ya!). Hehehe. Ketemuannya malah jadi beramai-ramai. Untung dia ngga grogi2 amat. Dia bisa menempatkan dirinya dengan baik ditengah orang-orang yang masih terbilang asing. Tapi lumayan kan lo, bisa cuci mata. Huehue. Pisss! Ya udah. Abis itu, balik deh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh ya. Gue mo minta maaf juga deh sama si Blossom. Gue lupa kalo hari Sabtu dia masih harus kerja. Gue bener2 ngga inget. Abis dia ngga bilang juga sih. Baru di jalan pulang dia bilang "besok kan gue masih kerja, Tha!" Hahahaha. Maaf lho jadi nemenin gue pulang malem. Ya, kalo gue sih enak besok libur (Malahan rencananya mau ke Bandung ama keluarga), bisa bangun siang (Eh! Ngga bisa juga deh. Kan mo ke Bandung! Hiks..) Maap ya, Blossom!! Untuk menebus rasa bersalahku, kuantarkan dia sampai depan pintu gerbang rumahnya. Hehehe. Pisss!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pura-pura jaim sekaligus merasa bersalah karena kabur dari latihan koor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-2967961153445899806?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/2967961153445899806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=2967961153445899806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2967961153445899806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/2967961153445899806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/sok-jaim.html' title='sok jaim...'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-7887117813706562936</id><published>2008-11-07T05:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:52:51.785+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahun yang berat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tahun ini penuh cobaan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Huwaaaaaaaaa...Gila! Tahun ini bener-bener penuh cobaan berat. Entah apa yang terjadi. Maunya cepet melalui cobaan ini. Rasanya tersiksa. Kasian otak gue, tersiksa mikirin semuanya. Mungkin gue salah, mungkin yang lain juga salah. Kadang-kadang mau marah karena merasa Tuhan ngga sayang gue lagi. Tapi gue yakin itu cuma perasaan aja. Karena gue tau, Dia ngga akan pernah meninggalkan anak-Nya yang percaya pada-Nya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuma satu pertanyaan: sampai kapan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bingung,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-7887117813706562936?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7887117813706562936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=7887117813706562936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7887117813706562936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7887117813706562936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/tahun-yang-berat.html' title='Tahun yang berat...'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-4751551110944410019</id><published>2008-11-05T14:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:23:20.758+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempe, Gula, Kecap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku adalah tempe, gula dan kecap.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiap liat tempe, gula, kecap, semua inget gue...Padahal nama gue nodakopi! Apa cobaa??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari ini aja gue dibawain oleh-oleh gula - dalam kemasannya yang sangat menggemaskan dari Indo Japan Expo. Trimakasih lho!!!! Huh (sinis mode on) soalnya agak BT gara-gara ngga bisa ikutan juga. Wekekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yaudah deh gitu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-4751551110944410019?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4751551110944410019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=4751551110944410019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4751551110944410019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4751551110944410019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/tempe-gula-kecap.html' title='Tempe, Gula, Kecap'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-8915348226352923198</id><published>2008-11-05T12:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:05:22.332+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempurna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anggaplah dirinya sempurna.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ini cuma mungkin lho ya! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt; Mungkin kalau kita melihat sosok pasangan kita sebagai seorang yang sempurna, tidak akan ada keinginan untuk selingkuh atau bahkan berpisah. Pikiran ini datang waktu aku ngobrol sama teman lamaku. Waktu itu, aku merasa dia sangat beruntung mendapatkan laki-laki yang serba lebih. Tapi saat kupikir ulang, aku harus bisa merasa puas dengan dia yang sekarang bersamaku. Dia yang selalu mengerti aku. Selalu bisa mengalah saat aku tak ingin mengalah. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pikirkan dirinya sambil tersenyum. Bayangkan dia yang paling mengerti kamu. Dia tahu seluk beluk kamu. Itu yang terjadi denganku. Aku merasa, saat aku menjadikan dia yang paling sempurna, aku tidak menginginkan yang lain. Mudah-mudahan akan terus seperti itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;menjaga kesempurnaan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-8915348226352923198?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8915348226352923198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=8915348226352923198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8915348226352923198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8915348226352923198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/sempurna.html' title='Sempurna...'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-5670034099146939885</id><published>2008-11-04T17:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:29:20.159+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Di Kop?? Enak juga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ternyata di kop enak jugaaaa!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gara-gara udah beberapa hari ini ngga enak badan, akhirnya malem ini abis pulang kantor trus dikop ama nyokap plus dikerikin (tapi gue ga tahan dikerikin. Geli!) Hehehe. Pada tau ngga kop itu apa? Ya, gue agak bingung juga sih sama prosesnya. Pokoknya koin dibungkus pake tissue atau kertas, dibakar, trus ditutup pake gelas kaca. Nah, nanti badan lo bakaran ketarik. Kop ini gunanya buat ngeluarin angin dari badan lo. Hehehe..Enak!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mudah-mudahan abis ini badan gue jadi lebih enak. Bakalan addicted to KOP ga ya? Huauhauhaa. Kopi kaliiii!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jadi seneng dikop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-5670034099146939885?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/5670034099146939885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=5670034099146939885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/5670034099146939885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/5670034099146939885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/di-kop-enak-juga.html' title='Di Kop?? Enak juga'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-4946832794907900505</id><published>2008-11-04T14:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:05:41.345+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs for refreshing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I need refreshing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dufan, Seaworld, Pantai, Bogor, Puncak, Bandung, Bali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wherever. I need my refreshing time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wanna be far from here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-4946832794907900505?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/4946832794907900505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=4946832794907900505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4946832794907900505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/4946832794907900505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/needs-for-refreshing.html' title='Needs for refreshing...'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-7899705182400658181</id><published>2008-11-04T13:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:51:57.532+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Masih berliku...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jalanku dengannya masih terus berliku. Entah dimana ujungnya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kadang-kadang stress kalo mikirin masalah yang ngga ada habisnya. Tapi gimanapun juga, inilah hidup. Mungkin udah ada jalannya masing-masing. Entah aku lagi dalam tahap penyangkalan diri atau bagaimana. Kadang aku ingin sekali menangisi hidupku. Tapi aku tau, aku tidak boleh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beberapa malam yang lalu aku sempat tidak bisa tidur. Dalam bayanganku, terus tergambar percobaan yang bertubi-tubi. Seperti yang pernah aku katakan, masalah ini bukan berasal dari dalam diri kami. Faktor luar lah yang bermain-main dengan keadaan kami. Tapi aku tak pernah putus berdoa. Aku sungguh berharap doa ku ini akan didengar. Entah sampai kapan aku harus bertahan, berpura-pura tabah menghadapi semua ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sedih,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-7899705182400658181?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/7899705182400658181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=7899705182400658181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7899705182400658181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/7899705182400658181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/masih-berliku.html' title='Masih berliku...'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1133267827684777624.post-8192209755411536838</id><published>2008-11-01T20:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:01:16.440+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daun Muda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akhirnya kerja keras seminggu terbayar, namun belum lunas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hai...Kalo ada yang tau gue sempet tepar gara2 seminggu (kapan tau) bekerja ekstra keras buat ngerjain materi daun muda. Sebenernya gue sendiri ngga terlalu antusias bisa menjadi finalis, tapi puji Tuhan, ternyata gue dan NOS masuk menjadi finalis daun muda. Dari 61 pasangan, terpilihlah 9 pasang. Dan ternyata salah satunya adalah kami. Unbelievable. Mudah-mudahan, usaha kami ngga berhenti sampai di sini. Gue pribadi bakalan berusaha semaksimal mungkin, secara gue bisa dibilang baru...Masih anget. Sedangkan kalo gue boleh yakin, pasangan lainnya pasti lebih berpengalaman dibandingkan dengan gue pribadi. But amazingly, there are so many friends have faith in me. They give me spirit. They give me hopes. Gue ngga mau muluk-muluk. Menjadi finalis aja udah merupakan satu kebanggaan dan kesenangan tersendiri. Mengingat gue adalah pendatang baru di dunia baru ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;still trying hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coffee.stains &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1133267827684777624-8192209755411536838?l=nodakopi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/feeds/8192209755411536838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1133267827684777624&amp;postID=8192209755411536838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8192209755411536838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1133267827684777624/posts/default/8192209755411536838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nodakopi.blogspot.com/2008/11/daun-muda.html' title='Daun Muda'/><author><name>nodakopi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05027511783099293447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkKx9A_oJlQ/SgkyrpkiLkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WpECW3iYI2k/S220/DSCN2302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
