<?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-1503524764520618471</id><updated>2011-11-20T09:46:36.527+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my tought ..my mind ...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-9009758226136559102</id><published>2010-02-22T12:48:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:43:07.936+07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/S4YMjIvdylI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bJfxg0ZO2w0/s1600-h/x2_852eb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/S4YMjIvdylI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bJfxg0ZO2w0/s200/x2_852eb6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442050997505346130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first blog for 2010 .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind a forget how to write things properly, how to write things that comes up in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people said that when ur happy and fall in love u just forgot how to write, u are too happy to "curhat", everything seems perfectly have the happy ending. all the mellow jell-o thingy just went away.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so blog ... just want to tell u that i'm happy for 2010 and happy for 010110 .... and i can't wait for 101010.. Love u VH ... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-9009758226136559102?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/9009758226136559102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=9009758226136559102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/9009758226136559102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/9009758226136559102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-time-no-blog.html' title='long time no blog'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/S4YMjIvdylI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bJfxg0ZO2w0/s72-c/x2_852eb6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-2759113261313211643</id><published>2009-12-07T12:26:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:07:49.052+07:00</updated><title type='text'>all we need is the drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SxyYF8QAENI/AAAAAAAAAQg/RmJBgvnOesU/s1600-h/Drama-icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SxyYF8QAENI/AAAAAAAAAQg/RmJBgvnOesU/s200/Drama-icon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412368080032501970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi ini GMHR (Good Morning Hardroker Show) membahas "mengapa si ada drama setelah putus?" jika putus ya putus saja, selesai tutup buku, no need "the drama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika ditanya "Are u a drama queen" well i will give the answer "yes! i am the queen of the drama" , jika memang drama HARUSNYA tidak ada, kenapa juga ada film drama? instead of just watching it on TV, why don't we create our own drama ;D dan juga untuk pertanyaan yang sama akan saya jawab juga "Biar hidup lebih Hidup!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...Let's get serious, drama kan ada jika ada rasa ketidakadilan disana, satu pihak pergi, satu pihak tidak rela, meninggalkan dan ditinggalkan, dilupakan dan melupakan. Dua kepala dan dua hati, tak akan ada rasa adil disana, jika hal itu terjadi, DRAMA yang akan menjadi bentuk ungkapan rasa, jadi jangan salahkan. si raja atau ratu drama itu ada... including ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang pasti semua orang butuh drama, untuk ungkap rasa, untuk peramai suasana, asalkan dalam ukuran yang semestinya :), so drama let's rollin! Heheehhe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-2759113261313211643?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/2759113261313211643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=2759113261313211643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2759113261313211643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2759113261313211643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-we-need-is-drama.html' title='all we need is the drama'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SxyYF8QAENI/AAAAAAAAAQg/RmJBgvnOesU/s72-c/Drama-icon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-696297868770445760</id><published>2009-11-23T13:54:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:15:34.697+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia lebih, Kamu kurang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SwtrQS3QQRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/iv5YscAQ6sg/s1600/PlusMinus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SwtrQS3QQRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/iv5YscAQ6sg/s200/PlusMinus.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407533705274081554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disuatu makan siang dengan Teman sekantor yang cukup dekat dengan Saya, dia bertanya :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lagi deket Sama siapa loe sekarang?" tanyanya.&lt;br /&gt;"Ketegori deket Apa sih?" tanya Saya balik kepada dia.&lt;br /&gt;"Ya yang dianggap lebih dari Teman menurut loe" jawab Teman Saya.&lt;br /&gt;"Humm gak Ada" jawab Saya singkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah lebih dari 8 bulan Saya sendiri, mmg tidak Ada Sama sekali yang bisa Saya anggap lebih dari Teman menurut kategori Saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika ditanya lebih detil jawabnya adalah dua kata "Belum lupa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika ditanya Kenapa belum lupa, jawabnya menjadi tiga kata "Dia banyak lebihnya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika ditanya Kenapa dia banyak lebihnya, jawabnya menjadi empat kata "Saya tidak Ingat kekurangannya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika ditanya Kenapa tidak Ingat kekurangannya, jawabnya menjadi Lima kata "Karena Saya terlalu berharap dia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika berharap akan seseorang atau suatu hubungan, tidak akan Ada kekurangan yang terlihat, semua menjadi sempurna. Ketika Mencoba langkah barupun, empat kata menjadi terucap &lt;strong&gt;"Dia lebih, Kamu kurang"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi yang pasti Ada perkataan Teman Saya siang itu yang membuat Saya berpikir dan terbangun dari alam khayal pengharapan yang tidak Ada ujungnya :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jgn lihat kekurangan mereka terus, liat kelebihannya ajah,gak akan habisnya dan loe nggak akan memilih seseorang untuk loe"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti kejedot tembok rasanya siang itu ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-696297868770445760?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/696297868770445760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=696297868770445760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/696297868770445760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/696297868770445760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/11/dia-lebih-kamu-kurang.html' title='Dia lebih, Kamu kurang'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SwtrQS3QQRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/iv5YscAQ6sg/s72-c/PlusMinus.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-7815720403987660000</id><published>2009-11-09T10:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:17:56.157+07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it ....</title><content type='html'>8 november 2009 it is not just my best fren bday who went away, but is is also my turning point to letting go of someone that I have not forget at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not perfect at all but don't know why I love him perfectly, but that is just me. He already found someone new, while I'm stuck in Da place that I should leave  8 months a go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so hard to accept the fact that u wish u never know, but this is it, ini jalannya, ini jawabnya from all my prayers to Allah SWT &lt;br /&gt;"Ya Allah jika dia bukan untukku mudahkan Ku utk lupakannya, jauhkan dia dr pikiranku, lingkunganku , dan jauhkan dia dari hatiKu, tapi jika mmg untuk aku bukakan kembali jalannya, dekatkan dia sekali lagi untukku"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know the answer for today "Allah jauhkan dia dari aku, this is it, this is the answer ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-7815720403987660000?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/7815720403987660000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=7815720403987660000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7815720403987660000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7815720403987660000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title='This is it ....'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-2258368416219128004</id><published>2009-10-13T12:05:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:11:54.190+07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Fall in Love, it’s so easy, but to stay in love it’s the hardest part</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/StQM8EAPJTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oP0FXNs03vo/s1600-h/netrun78090300046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/StQM8EAPJTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oP0FXNs03vo/s200/netrun78090300046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391948879875745074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya mendengar quote tersebut dari seorang Dewi Sandra, di Hard Rock FM disuatu sore menjelang malam sepulang dari tempat kerja. &lt;em&gt;Well, it’s true for most people&lt;/em&gt;. Untuk jatuh cinta itu mudah. Bertemu seseorang yang menarik secara fisik ditengah jalan, &lt;em&gt;we could fall in love to them&lt;/em&gt;. Kita &lt;em&gt;hang out &lt;/em&gt;bersama teman, &lt;em&gt;she/he is fun to be with, we could fall in love to them&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;someone acted so nice to you, and you could fall in love them. It is so easy rite? Even when she/ he keep u curious about them; you still could fall in love to them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nevertheless, when u get to know them deeply, will you keep stay in love to them? She/ He do that, do this, you hate it. He/ She acted such a jerk ass; will you keep stay in love to them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya setuju sekali perkataan Dewi Sandra sore menjelang malam itu, &lt;em&gt;to love someone it is a commitment&lt;/em&gt;, kita yang memutuskan untuk mencintai mereka,&lt;em&gt; so you have to commit it. You are the one who choose them, why put blame on someone else&lt;/em&gt;. Tetapi karena cinta melibatkan dua hati, dua kepala, usaha kita untuk rasa cinta kita belum tentu sama dengan pihak yang kita cinta.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi dari hasil mendengarkan acara radio itu dan mendengarkan Dewi Sandra mencurhatkan isi hati nya. Saya menemukan perbedaaan yang tidak penting antara saya dengan Dewi Sandra, &lt;em&gt;besides that she is famous singer who once married wit my favorite singer&lt;/em&gt; Glen Fredly is that I have a different quote which is &lt;strong&gt;I get hardly to fall in love, but when I fall in love, it is easy for me to stay in love with them&lt;/strong&gt;… as I quote my own word &lt;strong&gt;“jika cinta ya, cinta saja, jika sayang ya sayang saja”….&lt;/strong&gt;owww…darn ….  !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-2258368416219128004?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/2258368416219128004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=2258368416219128004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2258368416219128004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2258368416219128004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-fall-in-love-its-so-easy-but-to-stay.html' title='To Fall in Love, it’s so easy, but to stay in love it’s the hardest part'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/StQM8EAPJTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oP0FXNs03vo/s72-c/netrun78090300046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-5104783082525507386</id><published>2009-09-27T08:46:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:17:01.386+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketika Maaf Lahir Batin. Tak Pakai Batin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/StQNR59JaNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/n_-IB9NA3s8/s1600-h/Kuzma060800003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/StQNR59JaNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/n_-IB9NA3s8/s200/Kuzma060800003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391949255135553746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebaran atau Idul Fitri identik dengan silahturahmi dan saling memaafkan. Meminta Maaf atas kesalahan yang telah dilakukan Baik sengaja ataupun yang tidak sengaja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk orang terdekat atau Bahkan kerabat jauh, atau orang yang sebenarnya kita tidak pernah ada interaksi secara langsung. Bahkan permohonan Maaf dikirimkan secara Masal, send to all. Well, i did the same thing. Send to all, isi pesan Sama, at least I remember them to send those text messaging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people do that, incl. Me! as I have mentioned. Tetapi yang Jadi pertanyaan, did we mean it to said "Mohon Maaf Lahir dan Batin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang terpikir, atau bahkan tidak Kadang saja tapi most of the time, it's just a tradition, we say those Mohon Maaf Lahir Batin just basa basi, tradisi, mmg hrs dilakukan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini dari sisi Si Pengirim kata Mohon Maaf Lahir Batin, bagaimana dari sisi penerima. Kalau Saya jujur saja, untuk seseorang yang mmg tidak ada Masalah dengan Saya,Saya dengan tulus kok, memaafkan mereka, salahpun tidak, tapi Meminta Maaf harus Saya Terima dengan tulus donk. Tetapi bagaimana dengan seseorang yang Saya belum Terima kesalahannya terhadap Saya? Saya masih memikirkan kesedihannya. Did I mean it when I replied the sms? Jujur tidak Sama sekali, I replied it Sama2, well kata Sama2 bisa bercabang banyak, berarti banyak...aman,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi should I still send those Mohon Maaf Lahir Batin text messaging untuk semua orang dan Bahkan should I reply them jika Saya masih belum rela. Jawabannya.... Ada dihati Saya saja sepertinya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-5104783082525507386?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/5104783082525507386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=5104783082525507386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5104783082525507386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5104783082525507386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/09/ketika-maaf-lahir-batin-tak-pakai-batin.html' title='Ketika Maaf Lahir Batin. Tak Pakai Batin'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/StQNR59JaNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/n_-IB9NA3s8/s72-c/Kuzma060800003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-6614017294634859943</id><published>2009-09-02T12:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:24:49.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jodoh Saya Mana..TUHAN? ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Sp4BE4zC1eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/BoXeuZCaQBI/s1600-h/Telephone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Sp4BE4zC1eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/BoXeuZCaQBI/s200/Telephone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376736188604536290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi-pagi mendengar radio kesayangan membahas “Siapa yang disetiap doanya, terselip doa untuk segera mendapatkan pasangan” dan berdatanganlah pengakuan seluruh pendengar yang mengaku, terhitung terdapat 139 sms yang mengaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya? Saya tidak mengirimkan sms, tapi saya akui didalam hati. Siapa sih yang tidak ingin memiliki pasangan, &lt;em&gt;Happily ever After&lt;/em&gt;, seperti film-film komedi romantis itu, atau seperti kisah &lt;em&gt;Cinderella&lt;/em&gt; itu, &lt;em&gt;will meet my prince charming&lt;/em&gt;….owwww….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika ditanya kerabat, teman atau siapa sajakah itu, dengan pertanyaan standar “ Kapan Nih” humm..saya akan menjawab “Proposalnya sih sudah diajukan sama yang diatas, setiap hari di&lt;em&gt;follow up&lt;/em&gt; proposalnya, tapi kata sekretarisnya, harus sabar, karena masih nunggu antrian, jadi tunggu aja, proposalnya belum selesai ditanda tangan”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jika dilihat dari sms yang masuk pada radio tersebut saja, terdapat 139 sms yang masuk, dan itu yang meng-sms, diluar yang tidak sms seperti saya, tentunya akan lebih banyak lagi. Jika dibayangkan seperti saluran telepon (seperti sang penyiar bicara), mungkin akan &lt;em&gt;hang &lt;/em&gt;karena terdapat lebih dari 139 orang yang berdoa akan hal yang sama dan masuk pada waktu yang sama (ini jika dianalogikan seperti sambungan telepon yah). Hal ini baru satu radio, bagaimana dengan radio lainnya jika melemparkan topik yang sama, semakin hang sepertinya, &lt;em&gt;can’t u imagine&lt;/em&gt;..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi jika saya mengajukan pertanyaan “Jodoh  saya mana. TUHAN?” tentunya jawabanya “Sabar ya…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-6614017294634859943?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/6614017294634859943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=6614017294634859943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6614017294634859943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6614017294634859943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/09/jodoh-saya-manatuhan.html' title='Jodoh Saya Mana..TUHAN? ....'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Sp4BE4zC1eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/BoXeuZCaQBI/s72-c/Telephone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-8426576024507747101</id><published>2009-08-30T22:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:07:42.135+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"everything will come beautifully in the end, if it's not beautiful, well..it is not the end"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-8426576024507747101?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/8426576024507747101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=8426576024507747101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/8426576024507747101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/8426576024507747101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/08/everything-will-come-beautifully-in-end.html' title=''/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-6431589669367416595</id><published>2009-08-25T16:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:16:04.566+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damai di Hati, tapi Tidak Dijalan</title><content type='html'>Bulan Ramadhan adalah bulan suci yang ditunggu seluruh umat Islam. Bulan pengampunan, bulan penuh kedamaian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua berlomba meningkatkan ibadah dan untuk mendapatkan pengampunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulan suci ini tetapi akan berbanding terbalik, jika kita lihat kejalan, terlebih lagi ketika jam buka puasa menjelang. Bukan hanya ibadah yang dijalankan,tetapi lebih seperti sikut-sikutan untuk dapat berbuka bersama dirumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada lagi kata ibadah, semua seperti terlupakan. Saling pepet, saling susul menyusul. Damai itu jadi hilang, lebih kearah kesemrawutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesemrawutan juga terjadi jika kita lihat pada jam buka, ditempat makanan. Berlomba untuk mendapatkan kursi untuk menikmati hidangan. Tidak ada lagi kata damai disana. Bahkan saya pernah melihat seorang ibu adu mulut dengan seorang pemuda memperebutkan kursi disebuah restoran.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humm...ironis mmg terkadang terjadi untuk suatu tujuan, terkadang apa saja dijalankan. Untuk bisa berbuka bersama,kedamaian disingkirkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi sampai mana tingkat ibadah dijalankan..i even asked my self to that question...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-6431589669367416595?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/6431589669367416595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=6431589669367416595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6431589669367416595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6431589669367416595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/08/damai-di-hati-tapi-tidak-dijalan.html' title='Damai di Hati, tapi Tidak Dijalan'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-131173188218921481</id><published>2009-08-21T18:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:16:05.254+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jika perduli, kenapa harus diakui negara lain dahulu baru perduli?</title><content type='html'>Segala sesuatu kala itu ada dan tersedia dengan manisnya, kita akan merasa selalu dalam posisi aman dalam posisi tidak perlu menjaga. Aman dan Nyaman, dan terkendali. Tetapi ketika hal tersebut hilang atau diakui oleh pihak lain, mulailah satu ego muncul tidak rela untuk hilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat ini sedang menjadi trending topics di Twitter suatu situs jejaring sosial yang berbasis seperti microblogging mengenai tari pendet yang diakui oleh Malaysia. Kehebohan terjadi karena ketidakrelaan suatu hal yang merasa kita miliki turun temurun diakui oleh Negara lain. Banyak pihak berteriak tidak rela, umpatan kata diungkapkan, yang pada dasarnya karena terdapat kata tidak rela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya juga tidak rela, tetapi kenapa saya dahulu tidak perduli. Saya tidak pernah menonton tari pendet seperti apa, saya tidak pernah menari tari pendet seumur hidup saya, saya juga lebih suka menonton konser musik yang popular dibanding musik budaya sendiri. Yang lebih kronis saya hanya pernah menonton tari wayang orang, itu juga hanya karena saya hendak menonton Puppet Show dari Belgia dan Pergelaran Wayang Orang tersebut sebagai pembuka acaranya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika perduli, kenapa harus diakui negara lain dahulu baru perduli? Tanyakan kenapa? Tanyakan kepada mereka yang berteriak2 tidak rela? Tapi jangan lupa tanyakan saya juga….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-131173188218921481?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/131173188218921481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=131173188218921481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/131173188218921481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/131173188218921481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/08/jika-perduli-kenapa-harus-diakui-negara.html' title='Jika perduli, kenapa harus diakui negara lain dahulu baru perduli?'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-6517009964753844877</id><published>2009-08-21T18:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:25:18.207+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jika Memang Sudah Waktunya Pergi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/So6EGKBO3rI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4DGgczFIDPk/s1600-h/walkaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/So6EGKBO3rI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4DGgczFIDPk/s200/walkaway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372376646803185330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua pasti datang dan pergi, tak ada yang abadi, aku, kamu, dia, mereka, semua akan pergi. Jika saat itu tiba, waktunya rasa rela untuk dimiliki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika cinta tentunya akan merelakan yang terbaik untuknya, cinta kita akan selalu menemaninya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati akan selalu mengingat, dan tak akan hilang oleh waktu yang tak pernah lelap, hanya yakini semua ini memang sudah waktunya untuk pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Wara  Be Strong Sob… 20/0809    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-6517009964753844877?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/6517009964753844877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=6517009964753844877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6517009964753844877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6517009964753844877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/08/jika-memang-sudah-waktunya-pergi.html' title='Jika Memang Sudah Waktunya Pergi'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/So6EGKBO3rI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4DGgczFIDPk/s72-c/walkaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-5752815725769169762</id><published>2009-08-12T18:07:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:21:19.461+07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA SALAH, SAYA SALAH, SEMUA RASANYA SALAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKkjaE7ZiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BCigEqay4V4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKkjaE7ZiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BCigEqay4V4/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369034633981421090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Semakin nambah umur loe, semakin ekspetasi loe akan kriteria pasangan akan semakin sempurna, semua akan menjadi salah, semua aneh” seseorang berkata pada saya disuatu malam, well she is my sister in law actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is noted, semua jadi serba salah. Benar juga, semakin umur kita bertambah, semakin kita banyak mengalami suatu fase dalam berhubungan, putus sambung, tinggal meninggalkan, pergi, menyakiti tersakiti, kesemua itu membuat tingkat pengharapan akan kriteria itu semakin tinggi  Takut salah memilih, takut terjadi hal yang sama untuk disakiti, takut untuk membuka hati. Bahkan takut untuk jatuh cinta lagi? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membuat semua salah menjadi pelindung diri untuk takut memulai. Kriteria menjadi semakin sempurna, pembanding menjadi pagar tersendiri, dia aneh, dia salah, dia tidak pas untuk saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memilih memang tidak salah, karena untuk diri saya sendiri, tetapi sampai tingkat manakah saya membuat semua menjadi salah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi ketika terbangun pagi ini, terdiam, saya tahu kenapa semua jadi salah, dia menjadi salah, semua salah, saya salah…iya saya yang salah, karena saya masih saja jatuh cinta pada satu orang dan hal itu membuat semua salah. Dia tidak salah, jatuh cinta pada seseorang yang sama sampai saat ini yang membuat semua salah…..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;salahkan saya&lt;/em&gt;… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-5752815725769169762?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/5752815725769169762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=5752815725769169762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5752815725769169762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5752815725769169762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/08/dia-salah-saya-salah-semua-rasanya.html' title='DIA SALAH, SAYA SALAH, SEMUA RASANYA SALAH'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKkjaE7ZiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BCigEqay4V4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-8029400220192040370</id><published>2009-08-12T18:03:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:44:22.387+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking into Pieces @040809</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKj8pZ7soI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5tU-bRGtDOE/s1600-h/broken-heart-pictures-d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKj8pZ7soI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5tU-bRGtDOE/s200/broken-heart-pictures-d1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369033968081154690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in love wit u, &lt;br /&gt;it is so breaking me into pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak akui semua, dekat menurut kamu&lt;br /&gt;Sayang dan Cinta sudah ucap hanya untuk aku,&lt;br /&gt;U are breaking me into pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu pergi, aku bilang jangan&lt;br /&gt;Kamu tetap pergi&lt;br /&gt;It is so breaking me into pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu pergi,&lt;br /&gt;Sudah miliki baru dihati kamu,&lt;br /&gt;U are breaking me into pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masih berdiri ditempat sama,&lt;br /&gt;Ketika jatuh cinta dgn kamu,&lt;br /&gt;It is so breaking into pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan tanya kabar aku,&lt;br /&gt;Karena aku tak mau tahu kabar kamu,&lt;br /&gt;U are breaking me into pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love wit u,&lt;br /&gt;It is breaking me into pieces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-8029400220192040370?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/8029400220192040370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=8029400220192040370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/8029400220192040370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/8029400220192040370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/08/breaking-into-pieces.html' title='Breaking into Pieces @040809'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKj8pZ7soI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5tU-bRGtDOE/s72-c/broken-heart-pictures-d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-2446356778792526050</id><published>2009-07-28T12:41:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T07:59:22.300+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ketika otak itu tertinggal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Sm6SdHL_aAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7wegAs3N1TQ/s1600-h/tatiana53070500161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Sm6SdHL_aAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7wegAs3N1TQ/s200/tatiana53070500161.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363385235088041986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminggu ini saya sedang mencoba mengeliminasi akan suatu keterbiasaan. Terkadang tanpa tersadari sesuatu yang datang selalu dengan termin tertentu akan menjadi sesuatu yang akan selalu ditunggu. Jika dia memang masih ada untuk saya itu bukan masalah, tetapi jika hanya basa basi itu yang menjadi masalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliminasi ini saya lakukan dengan saya mencoba untuk menutup semua bentuk komunikasi salah satunya YM,Karena itu merupakan bentuk komunikasi yang sering digunakan , penutupan ini untuk tenggang waktu yang tidak saya tentukan. Saya ingin membentuk keterasingan, tidak mengenal akan semua tentang diri dia. Terbiasa dia tak ada, terbiasa tidak melihat namanya. Saya membentuk suatu benteng diri untuk tidak terbiasa ditanya akan suatu kabar tentang saya, dan saya mengterbiasakan untuk tidak ingin tahu tentang kabarnya (karena saya masih selalu ingin tahu, bertanya2 Apa dia baik -Baik saja, Apakah sehat selalu, tidak sedih, khawatir kabarnya, meski hanya bisa bertanya dalam hati saja).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata eliminasi ini membuat saya asing dengan diri saya sendiri, saya didunia hening, yang asing. Saya merasa tiba-tiba otak seperti tertinggal disuatu tempat yang tak pernah saya kunjungi. Saya berniat melupakan, tetapi menjadi terlupa semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya menjadi lupa membawa hal-hal yang biasa yang dilakukan setiap harinya, membawa dompet contohnya, atau bahkan HP dan salah melakukan tugas pekerjaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proses eliminasi kenangan seseorang memang perlu suatu proses, saat ini memang seperti otak tertinggal semoga saja hati saya tak pernah ketinggalan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-2446356778792526050?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/2446356778792526050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=2446356778792526050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2446356778792526050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2446356778792526050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/07/ketika-otakku-tertinggal.html' title='ketika otak itu tertinggal'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Sm6SdHL_aAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7wegAs3N1TQ/s72-c/tatiana53070500161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-7856879803906327938</id><published>2009-07-21T12:03:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:45:39.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'>drive thru kamu tiba selalu, aku mau dine- nya.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SmVTkLvHekI/AAAAAAAAAOI/zibfNknAlts/s1600-h/Fwy_Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SmVTkLvHekI/AAAAAAAAAOI/zibfNknAlts/s200/Fwy_Sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360782812545251906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiasan lucu yang saya temukan ketika bercerita kepada seorang teman bahwa saya di drive-thru oleh seseorang yang saya sangat ingin lupa karena memang belum mampu untuk melupakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive thru disini dalam artian dia datang dengan tanpa membawa harapan, hanya sambil lewat selalu, hanya menambah ingatan akan memory yang ada. Dia bertanya kabar yang memang seharusnya saya jawab, ya saya baik-baik saja, jawaban apa yang harus diberikan anyway, berkata saya menangis selalu? berkata saya belum lupa? jangan tinggalkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menjaga silahturahmi? saya rasa itu perlu waktu. Jika dia datang 6 bulan setelah dia meninggalkan rasanya itu cukup waktu saya menetralisisr rasa yang ada karena ditinggalkan. Jika dia datang hendak bertanya kabar saya setiap minggunya bahkan dua minggu setelah meninggalkan rasanya itu sangat tidak memudahkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dine-in mungkin itu yang saya tunggu selalu, tidak hanya sekelebat bertanya kabar saya, yang akan selalu saya jawab baik-baik saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIka drive thru datang selalu, dine-in yang akan saya selalu tunggu..tidak hanya sambil lalu tapi dia ada selalu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-7856879803906327938?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/7856879803906327938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=7856879803906327938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7856879803906327938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7856879803906327938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/07/drive-thru-kamu-tiba-selalu-aku-mau.html' title='drive thru kamu tiba selalu, aku mau dine- nya.....'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SmVTkLvHekI/AAAAAAAAAOI/zibfNknAlts/s72-c/Fwy_Sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-5225744470747748563</id><published>2009-07-16T18:14:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:20:26.143+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melupakan karena dilupakan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SmGT01x_wWI/AAAAAAAAANU/R8eua5FOOOI/s1600-h/rds086126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SmGT01x_wWI/AAAAAAAAANU/R8eua5FOOOI/s200/rds086126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359727567546859874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupa adalah suatu bentuk kata  bahwa kita tidak ingat akan suatu bentuk peristiwa, kenangan atau seseorang, tindakan yang lalu, letak sesesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak bentuk dari suatu kata lupa, yang biasanya dilakukan dengan tidak sengaja, tetapi ada suatu bentuk lupa yang disengaja yaitu melupakan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bentuk kata lupa yan terjadi ini karena suatu kondisi dilupakan atau ditinggalkan yang tentunya berhubungan dengan seseorang dalam suatu hubungan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bentuk lupa ini sengaja dilakukan untuk menghindari rasa sakit, untuk maju kedepan dari suatu keterpurukan akan pengharapan dari suatu rasa terhadap seseorang maupun bentuk hubungan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tidak pernah mendengar suatu bentuk lupa ini dilakukan secara tidak sengaja, karena bahkan memang harus diniatkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang memang bertanya, kenapa harus melupakan jika memang masih ada rasa? karena saya pernah mendengar seseorang berkata kepada saya berniat melupakan saya, sementara saya belum lupa. Saya meminta untuk tidak dilupakan tetapi dia sudah berniat untuk melupakan dan dia pergi meninggalkan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya hanya hendak berkata… saya susah lupa, dan belum lupa…..semua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-5225744470747748563?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/5225744470747748563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=5225744470747748563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5225744470747748563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5225744470747748563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/07/melupakan-karena-dilupakan.html' title='Melupakan karena dilupakan'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SmGT01x_wWI/AAAAAAAAANU/R8eua5FOOOI/s72-c/rds086126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-4135052012549428239</id><published>2009-07-16T12:49:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:45:01.678+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Cinta, Kamu Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SmGTepJC0vI/AAAAAAAAANM/hIawzV8Y0Lg/s1600-h/rds121225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SmGTepJC0vI/AAAAAAAAANM/hIawzV8Y0Lg/s200/rds121225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359727186196746994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku Cinta, Kamu Cinta&lt;br /&gt;Aku Cinta, Kamu pergi&lt;br /&gt;Tinggalkan semua cerita kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita cinta kamu, cerita cinta aku&lt;br /&gt;Tak akan pernah sama&lt;br /&gt;Karena hanya aku yang ada disana&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun cinta kamu sudah tak ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika cinta datang, dia bisa pergi&lt;br /&gt;Jika kamu datang, aku tak akan pergi&lt;br /&gt;JIka karena aku ada&lt;br /&gt;Untuk saat ini, untuk kamu selalu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-4135052012549428239?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/4135052012549428239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=4135052012549428239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/4135052012549428239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/4135052012549428239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/07/aku-cinta-kamu-cinta.html' title='Aku Cinta, Kamu Cinta'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SmGTepJC0vI/AAAAAAAAANM/hIawzV8Y0Lg/s72-c/rds121225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-7553408666341655253</id><published>2009-06-30T21:17:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:30:45.066+07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Skohbs20m5I/AAAAAAAAANE/m9X6xqYWy_A/s1600-h/film21021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Skohbs20m5I/AAAAAAAAANE/m9X6xqYWy_A/s200/film21021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353127866864540562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entah kenapa jadi tergoda sekali untuk nonton film ini,akhirnya jumat lalu kesampaian juga, apalagi mendengar dari banyak review yang bilang "bukan film ABG kok,....it was nice" menarikkk!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan selain Zac Efron cakep gila...haahha....:P,  i was realizing one thing..that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if u have a chance to repeat your life, it is not to change all the things that you already have,or to fix all things that felt so wrong, but it is realizing how valuable all the things that u already have today"   nice...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-7553408666341655253?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/7553408666341655253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=7553408666341655253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7553408666341655253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7553408666341655253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/06/17-again.html' title='17 again.....'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Skohbs20m5I/AAAAAAAAANE/m9X6xqYWy_A/s72-c/film21021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-7570618157332626991</id><published>2009-06-13T00:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T06:31:20.781+07:00</updated><title type='text'>are u signal?</title><content type='html'>Love is just like a signal. You send it right away, when u find an interesting transmitter. We use our tunner to fit the frequencies, then they give a reciprocal signal, we receive their signal properly and it will stay at the same frequency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking forward for my signal right now, hahaha…. The one that send me a nice and beautiful signal, and never changes his own signal that he send right away, stay at the same frequency firmly, always………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-7570618157332626991?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/7570618157332626991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=7570618157332626991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7570618157332626991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7570618157332626991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-u-signal.html' title='are u signal?'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-3774466310270076785</id><published>2009-06-01T12:14:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:33:20.295+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Defining tulus? still trying to defining one, is it not expecting anything? just giving..hmmmm..still trying to defining one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-3774466310270076785?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/3774466310270076785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=3774466310270076785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/3774466310270076785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/3774466310270076785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/06/define-tulus-still-try-to-define-one-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-2316890300975994008</id><published>2009-05-30T06:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:36:43.236+07:00</updated><title type='text'>if they were mine, they will return eventually</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SiBtUCp9wVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EfN_IQuNArs/s1600-h/dvs144307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SiBtUCp9wVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EfN_IQuNArs/s200/dvs144307.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341389349139104082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is our learning process. I just learn small thing, from a simple thing. I found my earrings that I thought I have lost it. I never thought about it. I just let it go, and have some thought “Well, I have lost it, if it was mine, it will return eventually”. Wala!...it does….When I was unpacked my bag this morning, it showed up and I just thought ‘ Oh My God, you are back, I thought I lost u “ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the thing that just has happens, I just smile and thought “It is true, if it was mean to be, it will return eventually, u never know…..you just believe…”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-2316890300975994008?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/2316890300975994008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=2316890300975994008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2316890300975994008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2316890300975994008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-they-were-mine-it-will-return.html' title='if they were mine, they will return eventually'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SiBtUCp9wVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EfN_IQuNArs/s72-c/dvs144307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-5362405642427420739</id><published>2009-05-24T07:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:15:01.975+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a part of dialog in Angels and Demons movie that i like which is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God does answer all of ur prayer, but sometimes the answer is none, u just have to figure out by ur self"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...!! well, when we are in a cross road of deciding of something, we asking God to give the answer which way is the best way, we pray and hoping we get the the best answer, nevertheless when the answer is none, and we have to figure out by our self.. how to get our answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it follow ur heart is the way to figure out the answer? ..hmmmmm ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-5362405642427420739?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/5362405642427420739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=5362405642427420739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5362405642427420739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5362405642427420739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-is-part-of-dialog-in-angels-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-8038994918937904004</id><published>2009-05-18T12:15:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T06:24:00.673+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is destiny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SiBujONMsDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Z-7xNMDjqsg/s1600-h/yaa063000048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SiBujONMsDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Z-7xNMDjqsg/s200/yaa063000048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341390709449338930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru saja pulang dari suatu weekend getaway bersama, teman-teman sekolah dulu, tepatya teman SMU. The funny is, dulu kita tidak pernah main bersama, out of nowhere. here we go..Bali mengumpulkan semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertemu orang baru, memang selalu membuka wacana baru akan suatu kerangka pikiran yang dahulu tidak terpikirkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Destiny? lucu juga, sedang weekend getaway, why on earth we discussed such topic ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never know what is our destiny, we can planned what are we going to do in the next future, to create or perhaps to make a path to reach our goal. BUt, is it to create our own destiny? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i always believe that everything that has happen it has been wrtten, or we might say, our destiny has been created since the day God create us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt, is it we can change the things that has been written.it is like...we want something, we try to reach it, we make our path... but what if in some ways, it give result differently. Is it our destiny? or we just have to keep try reach it..or just accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang teman memberikan suatu gambaran yang cukup membuka mata mengenai Destiny ini, dia bilang :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can see our destiny, when we look back the thing that has happen, or the thing that we do to reach some point that we have to day, when we see it than we can said clearly "ow...so it is my destiny, i see it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..menarik....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-8038994918937904004?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/8038994918937904004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=8038994918937904004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/8038994918937904004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/8038994918937904004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-destiny.html' title='what is destiny?'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SiBujONMsDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Z-7xNMDjqsg/s72-c/yaa063000048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-1948656324957249667</id><published>2009-05-08T18:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:24:29.523+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kehangatan hanya bisa dinikmati jika pernah merasakan kedinginan.Cahaya bisa menyinari jika pernah didalam kegelapan.Bahagia bisa disyukuri bila pernah didalam kesulitan..wow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-1948656324957249667?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/1948656324957249667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=1948656324957249667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/1948656324957249667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/1948656324957249667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/05/kehangatan-hanya-bisa-dinikmati-jika.html' title=''/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-4637512004059470369</id><published>2009-04-20T12:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:04:35.614+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"DONT CHASE HAPPINESS. LIVE LIFE. AND HAPPINESS WILL FIND YOU..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love that quote.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-4637512004059470369?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/4637512004059470369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=4637512004059470369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/4637512004059470369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/4637512004059470369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-chase-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-1852656558181455403</id><published>2009-04-17T12:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:25:04.109+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Kita tidak pernah berencana untuk mencintai seseorang. Cinta itu datang tak terduga, mengalir begitu saja dan paling parah, sukar untuk menghentikannya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bener banged.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-1852656558181455403?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/1852656558181455403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=1852656558181455403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/1852656558181455403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/1852656558181455403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/04/kita-tidak-pernah-berencana-untuk.html' title=''/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-1164322734991492894</id><published>2009-04-12T18:33:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:12:06.815+07:00</updated><title type='text'>to love, to hate ...and..to forget..........</title><content type='html'>To love, to hate and to forget, rasanya tiga rangkai kata yang berkesinambungan untuk mengambarkan proses dari suatu hubungan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada sebab dan akibat..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to admitt and to accept all the things that happen which is not fit in with our own hope. To forget someone that we love (in term of broken heart), sometimes not just sometimes, mostly we used the word "to hate"... than we can forget and move on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To accept, was the hardest thing to do, like i have wrote on my last blog. Need lot of efforts and courage to do that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learn my lesson well today......and i'm willing to learn.....i do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-1164322734991492894?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/1164322734991492894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=1164322734991492894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/1164322734991492894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/1164322734991492894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-love-to-hate-andto-forget.html' title='to love, to hate ...and..to forget..........'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-9077444483662180023</id><published>2009-04-12T01:19:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:10:33.703+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SeDjY7genxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/f1aOyzXHCLU/s1600-h/ptg00356949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SeDjY7genxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/f1aOyzXHCLU/s200/ptg00356949.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323504776982208274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, i just watch "No reservation"... there is a part of the dialog in that movie that i like. It is when Chaterine Zeta Jones ask her therapist "it will be great if we know the recipe of our life, so we know all the things that we should do in our life" and the therapist give a simple answer " there is no exact recipe for our life, we have to make our own recipe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind a cliche, but it is so true. There is no recipe of our life, we have to make our own recipe. We put our own ingredients, we mix it and the rest, let's God handle it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy bday to you ya....still..luv u much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-9077444483662180023?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/9077444483662180023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=9077444483662180023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/9077444483662180023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/9077444483662180023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/04/recipe-of-life.html' title='Recipe of Life'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SeDjY7genxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/f1aOyzXHCLU/s72-c/ptg00356949.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-838056171224795071</id><published>2009-04-07T12:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:38:12.430+07:00</updated><title type='text'>so hard,,,,,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SeDjj39K2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LlH_pg0TjG4/s1600-h/tt0114877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SeDjj39K2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LlH_pg0TjG4/s200/tt0114877.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323504965007366562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata gue masih anak bungsu yang manja yang semua keinginan harus didapatkan. Sedari kecil, jika menginginkan sesuatu, sesuatu hal yang sangat diinginkan dan Sangat suka terhadap benda tersebut, hal itu akan selalu terpikirkan, dan bahkan sampai sakit, yang hal ini baru akan berakhir sampai benda tersebut dimiliki, atau paling tidak ada pengganti atas barang tersebut. Tidak pernah ada kata rela untuk tidak mendapatkan benda keinginannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah dewasa ternyata hal ini masih terus berlanjut, dan hal ini tidak hanya menyangkut benda saja. Tetapi juga kepada suatu hubungan atau perasaan pribadi terhadap seseorang. Ketika semua sudah terlihat tidak mungkin, tetapi ada dalam diri yang terdapat keinginan terus memiliki, karena terdapat suatu perasaan tidak rela untuk selesai, atau bahkan jika memang harus selesai, itu harus gue yang memutuskan bahwa hubungan atau perasaan tersebut memang sudah harus selesai. Tidak ada kata diputuskan tetapi memutuskan. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to change it anyway? But how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merelakan dan menerimakan intinya…. being an adult it is so hard… So hard… shoot it is so hard…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-838056171224795071?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/838056171224795071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=838056171224795071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/838056171224795071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/838056171224795071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-hard.html' title='so hard,,,,,,,'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SeDjj39K2aI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LlH_pg0TjG4/s72-c/tt0114877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-6466841731598533814</id><published>2009-03-30T19:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:40:59.384+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is He the One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SeDkN0H4UKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/laog08xw3dI/s1600-h/pdsi018135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SeDkN0H4UKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/laog08xw3dI/s200/pdsi018135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323505685533053090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every our love relationship we always search for the one. Nevertheless, I have one question, when will we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said that, you just knew, if he comes to your life you just knew. You just believe he is the one. You find your pair, your soul mate, without asked too many questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a kind of person that always a false alarm about a guy or maybe I should call the one.  Well, not every time actually, maybe one or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last relationship, it was reach some point that I think I found the one. He was fit with my own creation of hope the kind of guy that I’ve been looking for all this time. When it was started, I even asked some questions “Is he for real? Is he meant for me? Is he faking it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fast as the relationship goes (so fast …and it is very fast), when I’m finally open up and get fall deeply….boom…. it was turned back, up side down 360 degree, backward and even forward, he showed he was not the one. He changed his own sweet package that he sends with his own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet mistake, but I’m the one who was choosing to believe him, so I had to let go, and never felt regretful for what I had done, it was the risk that I should take…sigh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mmmm  ... are you the one?  Not…. I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-6466841731598533814?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/6466841731598533814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=6466841731598533814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6466841731598533814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6466841731598533814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-he-one.html' title='Is He the One?'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SeDkN0H4UKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/laog08xw3dI/s72-c/pdsi018135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-4517961278252058759</id><published>2009-03-15T07:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:43:12.827+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Just a Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SeDkvvSbJ1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Qn8sY0tK_AA/s1600-h/ie332040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SeDkvvSbJ1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Qn8sY0tK_AA/s200/ie332040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323506268350654290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup...so true..love it is just a game, it is can broken all the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seperti seorang sahabat baik pernah bilang, dengan formula yang sama, kita tidak pernah tahu endingnya apa, berakhir karena apa... coba dan mencoba.. jatuh bangun.. jatuh lagi.. bangun,,, lagi.. cape ya... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan formula sama kita akan terus mencoba...dan coba lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but is is a learning process i guess..selama hidup yang kita belum tentu akan pernah lulus.. so i will keep trying to play this love's game..coz kaya prinsip gue we are never know, and it is always ..jadi harus keep trying aja .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-4517961278252058759?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/4517961278252058759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=4517961278252058759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/4517961278252058759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/4517961278252058759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-is-just-game.html' title='Love is Just a Game'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SeDkvvSbJ1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Qn8sY0tK_AA/s72-c/ie332040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-5270490870777224701</id><published>2009-03-10T18:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:46:42.233+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it better knowing everything or not knowing anything?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SeDljEfeFrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YOhkA6W7oak/s1600-h/crbs0720063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SeDljEfeFrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YOhkA6W7oak/s200/crbs0720063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323507150215845554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertanyaan itu muncul dikepala gue, ketika gue mendengar cerita seorang teman yang baru saja mendengar perkataan jujur dari pasangannya, She was shock, She admitted. Lebih kepada dia tidak siap untuk mendengar hal yang tidak ingin dia ketahui, meski mungkin dia tahu tapi tidak mau tahu. Tapi mau tidak mau harus dia ketahui dan sadari, karena masalah itu memang ada.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kejujuran memang butuh kerja keras, bagi yang akan bicara maupun yang mendengar. It is not that easy, untuk kedua pihak. Karena terkadang kejujuran can be painful even tough it can be fun for both side depend on the news and circumstances. Jadi mungkin untuk beberapa orang lebih nyaman untuk tidak mengetahui apa-apa, hanya tahu yang indah-indah saja tapi dengan  konsekuensinya kita kaget dibelakang. Jadi, seakan tutup mata saja, hear or see no evil, and prefer to accept a white lie than the truth itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is it better knowing everything or not knowing anything? Mau kaget dibelakang atau didepan? Tough choice ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-5270490870777224701?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/5270490870777224701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=5270490870777224701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5270490870777224701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5270490870777224701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-it-better-to-know-everything-or-not.html' title='Is it better knowing everything or not knowing anything?'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SeDljEfeFrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/YOhkA6W7oak/s72-c/crbs0720063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-3047511194597388520</id><published>2009-02-12T12:40:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:48:19.947+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just The Two of Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SZO4DEif82I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FX92wsISYs8/s1600-h/The_Love_Omen_by_gilad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SZO4DEif82I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FX92wsISYs8/s200/The_Love_Omen_by_gilad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301783549242766178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi so in love wit this song nie ..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST THE TWO OF US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the crystal raindrops fall&lt;br /&gt;And see the beauty of it all&lt;br /&gt;Is when the sun comes shining through&lt;br /&gt;To make those rainbows in my mind&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you some time&lt;br /&gt;And I want to spend some time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;We can make it if we try&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;Building castles in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look for love, no time for tears&lt;br /&gt;Wasted waters's all that is&lt;br /&gt;And it don't make no flowers grow&lt;br /&gt;Good things might come to those who wait&lt;br /&gt;Not to those who wait to late&lt;br /&gt;We got to go for all we know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;We can make it if we try&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;Building castles in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the crystal raindrops fall&lt;br /&gt;On the window down the hall&lt;br /&gt;And it becomes the morning dew&lt;br /&gt;Darling, when the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;And I see the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;We can make it if we try&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;Building big castles way on high&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;Let's get together, baby&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;We can make it&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;We can make it&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love wit u... muach...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-3047511194597388520?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/3047511194597388520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=3047511194597388520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/3047511194597388520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/3047511194597388520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-two-of-us.html' title='Just The Two of Us'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SZO4DEif82I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FX92wsISYs8/s72-c/The_Love_Omen_by_gilad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-4021735556859019403</id><published>2008-12-23T12:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:42:49.240+07:00</updated><title type='text'>can you help me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SVB6U9kBR8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/FAlRHyRb6DA/s1600-h/ins035064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SVB6U9kBR8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/FAlRHyRb6DA/s200/ins035064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282856863447205826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you help me? &lt;br /&gt;tell me when it will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;tell me not to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;not asking me to give you more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;to have a courage to say it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;to be fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-4021735556859019403?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/4021735556859019403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=4021735556859019403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/4021735556859019403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/4021735556859019403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-you-help-me.html' title='can you help me?'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SVB6U9kBR8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/FAlRHyRb6DA/s72-c/ins035064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-6536239072426644954</id><published>2008-12-13T00:14:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:37:34.186+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switch off your Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SUKfNS-jrEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WeiA7J7gImc/s1600-h/itf268017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SUKfNS-jrEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WeiA7J7gImc/s200/itf268017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278956764012981314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue lagi setengah jalan membaca Tuesday with Morrie, buku Mitch Albom. Kenapa setengah jalan, karena memang baru setengah dan nggak selesai-selesai, kesalip dengan buku lain seperti biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan..wala!..ada bagian dari buku itu "Bagaimana mengontrol Emosi" dan most suprising..Morrie dalam buku itu berkata &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"SWITCH OFF YOUR FEELING"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas gue baca, and think in a pause mode "Really?" "Masa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, lalu gue teruskan membaca sampai selesai, dan ok..gue jadi ngerti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swtich off your feeling, Matiin perasaan loe, itu seperti ketika sedih, putus asa kita biarkan perasaan itu ada, jangan hindari, dan pada suatu titik tertentu we said to our self &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Oh. this is how it feel in pain and sad, so, mm..i want to try the other feeling" ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi tidak ada yang salah untuk merasakan titik terendah dalam perasaan sedih itu, untuk dapat kita naik kembali..seperti kita memiliki saklar hati "ada gak ya dijual?"... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it zero, to become a hero..hahaha..we are never going to have high, unless we have low..so right...Morrie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-6536239072426644954?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/6536239072426644954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=6536239072426644954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6536239072426644954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6536239072426644954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/12/switch-off-your-feeling.html' title='Switch off your Feeling'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SUKfNS-jrEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WeiA7J7gImc/s72-c/itf268017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-3488659382788044378</id><published>2008-12-12T23:47:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:51:12.426+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Down in New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SUKbNvwBxAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mCgqPaDDH9I/s1600-h/rds090264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SUKbNvwBxAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mCgqPaDDH9I/s200/rds090264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278952373690156034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We are never know what we are going to have&lt;/span&gt;. Seperti sahabat gue bilang "Reach your highest dream, the sky is your limit" Bener banget..hari ini, besok, lusa, minggu depan, bulan depan siapa yang akan tahu yang akan kita peroleh, yang akan kita dapat..dan yang akan kita jalani  Untuk besok pun..bahkan kita tak pernah tahu, masih bertemu atau tidak dengan teman, sahabat, keluarga, love one...besok adalah misteri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the most important is "The power of Mind...so true! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have it in your mind, you are never know that it will happen, coz it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumat malam, gue ngobrol sama temen gue, we have a nice chat, and we have the same dreams "Walking down in New York" bedanya dia cukup simpel mimpinya, jalan di downtown of New York with ipod in his ear, listening Jason Mraz "I'm Yours"..so simpel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo gue? tidak tahu kenapa dari dulu gue ingin sekali pas Natal di kota New York, melihat pohon natal yang besar, dan dengerin lagu "Let it Snow" berkumandang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHaaaahha...too high...i guess not..we are never know what we are going to have rite??...and i'm still keep that in my mind....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ummm..walking down in New york, anyone??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-3488659382788044378?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/3488659382788044378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=3488659382788044378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/3488659382788044378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/3488659382788044378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/12/walking-down-in-new-york.html' title='Walking Down in New York'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SUKbNvwBxAI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mCgqPaDDH9I/s72-c/rds090264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-9137287542091621723</id><published>2008-12-12T23:41:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:08:11.192+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in the Crowd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SUKaRQdK22I/AAAAAAAAAHg/6PA2ojMnbJs/s1600-h/sbs027357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SUKaRQdK22I/AAAAAAAAAHg/6PA2ojMnbJs/s200/sbs027357.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278951334497409890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diluar ramai, diluar gaduh&lt;br /&gt;Orang teriak, orang tertawa&lt;br /&gt;Mereka bercengkerama, tertawa bersama&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi kenapa kamu tetap merasa sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teman datang, teman pergi&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki datang, perempuan pergi&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan datang, lelaki pergi&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi kenapa kamu tetap merasa sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bising, hiruk pikuk&lt;br /&gt;Tumpah ruah, senda gurau&lt;br /&gt;Cinta datang,cinta pergi&lt;br /&gt;Kamu tetap akan sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz...you are alone in the crowd..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-9137287542091621723?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/9137287542091621723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=9137287542091621723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/9137287542091621723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/9137287542091621723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/12/alone-in-crowd.html' title='Alone in the Crowd'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SUKaRQdK22I/AAAAAAAAAHg/6PA2ojMnbJs/s72-c/sbs027357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-4014435614960601711</id><published>2008-12-08T01:05:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:23:38.462+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makanya Hati-Hati Taruh Barang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/STwUpH53-FI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_srJ6Nh7RqM/s1600-h/ie328047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/STwUpH53-FI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_srJ6Nh7RqM/s200/ie328047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277115560100362322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Makanya hati-hati taruh barang" kalimat simpel banget yang mungkin tidak terpikir bahwa kalimat tersebut akan mempunyai arti yang lebih jauh dari arti sebenarnya kalimat itu sendiri, yaitu "kalo punya barang, taruhlah ditempat semestinya, sehingga mudah ditemukan, dan tidak kehilangan". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpel banget kata tersebut, dan kata itu juga simpel gue denger pas gue lagi kehilangan ikat rambut gue, gue lupa dan hilanglah itu ikat rambut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gue rasa hati-hati meletakkan sesuatu (taruh) nggak hanya untuk barang, hati-hati taruh kata misalnya, jadi "jika kita berbicara atau berucap ya hati-hati, dengan kata-kata yang sudah terungkap, susah ditarik balik" implikasinya dua, bisa menyakiti bagi yang tidak menerima atau dilupakan karena nggak ada arti sama sekali. Serta kata tersebut bisa diletakkaan didua tempat juga, hanya ditelinga jadi hanya sambil lewat, atau ditaruh dihati jadi kepikiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan yang paling penting gue rasa "hati-hati taruh hati" salah taruh bisa sakit hati...hahahaa...we have to put it to the right person, we put it right, it is a happy ending, we put it wrong..ya tau sendirilah jawabannya tidak perlu disebut lagi... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi "ya hati-hati taruh barang!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-4014435614960601711?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/4014435614960601711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=4014435614960601711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/4014435614960601711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/4014435614960601711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/12/makanya-hati-hati-taruh-barang.html' title='Makanya Hati-Hati Taruh Barang!'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/STwUpH53-FI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_srJ6Nh7RqM/s72-c/ie328047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-5273449917636363466</id><published>2008-12-06T13:30:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:16:11.839+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my brain, dude?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SToe_l1mOFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xo1EG-RjSQ4/s1600-h/ie245001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SToe_l1mOFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xo1EG-RjSQ4/s200/ie245001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276563991255464018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah nggak?&lt;br /&gt;Lupa parkir mobil dimana,sampe mengitari satu lantai basement, dan setelah cape nyari dan balik lagi nyari ternyata mobil loe ada didepan mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah nggak?&lt;br /&gt;Dari arah DI Panjaitan mau ke Gedung Antam malah jadi ke Taman Anggrek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah nggak?&lt;br /&gt;Mau ke PIM dari tanah kusir tapi malah muter ke pakubuwono dan akhirnya lewat radio dalam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah nggak?&lt;br /&gt;Kehilangan tiket parkir lebih dari dua kali dalam jangka waktu 3 bulan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah nggak?&lt;br /&gt;Lupa sama nomor pin ATM sendiri, padahal ngambil duit bisa lebih dari seminggu sekali? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.where is my brain dude!and it's happening cuma dalam jangka waktu 3 bulan..OMG...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-5273449917636363466?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/5273449917636363466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=5273449917636363466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5273449917636363466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5273449917636363466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-ever.html' title='Where is my brain, dude?'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SToe_l1mOFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/xo1EG-RjSQ4/s72-c/ie245001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-7245387798247295563</id><published>2008-12-02T12:07:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:23:45.832+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU, MOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/STTC1RX7aBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lJod_iKw_Xc/s1600-h/ie349247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/STTC1RX7aBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lJod_iKw_Xc/s200/ie349247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275055284010313746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying I love you, sometimes it was a hardest word to say. We thought that, these words don’t need to be said verbally. It is like, “You know that I love you, from the way I treat you, so I don’t need to spell it out for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind a smiling with what happens this morning, my mom told me when I was prepared my self to go to work, “hey, you forget to tell I love you” she said.  I have a glance look and think “Do I have to?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you” she said, and I was replied her”I love you too mom.” and she is add “Mario Teguh said that every morning we have to said I love You , because it is give a good energy and it is a pray for you” and I reply “Who is Mario Teguh? Anyway”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You have to watch Metro TV” she said,  hmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as soon as I got on my desk at my office, I check his name on Google. Oh, ok he is a motivator, and “OMG,  I was play FB too often that I don’t even knew him, and the only TV channel that I was watching was Star world and AXN, hmm…too much CSI, Numbers and Grey’s Anatomy in my daily life”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment I just realizing, that saying I love you, it was a magical word, it is make my day and make me feel grateful every inch of it. I know I love my mom, but I never thought I have to say it verbally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got easily said that word to my boyfriend when I have one, but I never said that word to my own mom and the sad part is I never get a chance to said the word "I LOve you" to my own Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mom, I LOVE YOU!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-7245387798247295563?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/7245387798247295563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=7245387798247295563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7245387798247295563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7245387798247295563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-you-mom.html' title='I LOVE YOU, MOM!'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/STTC1RX7aBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lJod_iKw_Xc/s72-c/ie349247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-7164416793728805341</id><published>2008-12-01T12:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:43:59.553+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are a Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/STNwz63XnPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VH_glmAsA2k/s1600-h/pcrf027699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/STNwz63XnPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VH_glmAsA2k/s200/pcrf027699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274683625858112754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know she is not right for you&lt;br /&gt;Not the one that you have been waiting to&lt;br /&gt;But why you holding on me, to stay with you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Makes thing that is so wrong, be right for you&lt;br /&gt;You are a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said, you have a fucked up love live&lt;br /&gt;I think you are the one who mess it up&lt;br /&gt;While you can cut up her when you feel it is not right&lt;br /&gt;But why you holding on me, to stay with you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Makes thing that is so wrong, be right for you&lt;br /&gt;Well, you are a man  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that I was in a wrong love line&lt;br /&gt;I know you are so right, and I was so wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I am not holding on you, to stay with me all the time&lt;br /&gt;Makes thing that is so wrong, be right for me&lt;br /&gt;Because, you are not my man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-7164416793728805341?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/7164416793728805341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=7164416793728805341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7164416793728805341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7164416793728805341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-are-man.html' title='You Are a Man'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/STNwz63XnPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VH_glmAsA2k/s72-c/pcrf027699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-5215911864227450918</id><published>2008-11-24T12:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:40:03.871+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudahlah Cus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSo-JEUB2cI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cnqV027EyTA/s1600-h/u13962195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSo-JEUB2cI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cnqV027EyTA/s200/u13962195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272094639288080834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were time to let go, there were time to forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sudahlah Cus!" it's the right word to reset my state of mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fine, to be normal, to back on track and to be ok....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-5215911864227450918?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/5215911864227450918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=5215911864227450918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5215911864227450918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5215911864227450918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/11/sudahlah-cus.html' title='Sudahlah Cus!'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSo-JEUB2cI/AAAAAAAAAGw/cnqV027EyTA/s72-c/u13962195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-7385486235350324833</id><published>2008-11-18T17:14:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:32:10.127+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSKYtMd6gKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/opfQHoOuW-8/s1600-h/faa028000410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSKYtMd6gKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/opfQHoOuW-8/s200/faa028000410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269942416185131170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal ini terbesit ketika gue tersadar kenapa banyak banget nama panggilan buat gue. Yang kadang bikin gue bingung "who am i exactly" hihihiihih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk banyak orang mungkin cukup satu saja nama panggilan yang mereka gunakan. Misalkan, namanya Tini yah sampe tua ya Tini panggilannya, tono ya tono teruss....tapi gue baru "ngeh" gue pake termin umur, pas SD siapa, SMP dipanggil apa, SMU dan kuliah apa...beda2 loh,,,nama panggilannya, termasuk untuk setiap teman gue, mereka punya nama punya panggilan sendiri buat gue, tidak tahu karena memang gue orang nya ikut ajah, atau itu artinya panggilan sayang..alah..pusink dech..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bener loh, hal ini yang kadang bikin gue mikir, ketika diperkenalkan sama orang, gue langsung mikir "yang ngenalin gue, manggil gue apa neh, biasanya gue nyesuain"..cape ya?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu TK dipanggil Lia&lt;br /&gt;Waktu SD dipanggil Dewi&lt;br /&gt;Waktu SMP dipanggil Tri (ih..Tri?)&lt;br /&gt;Waktu SMU dan Kul S1 Icus&lt;br /&gt;Eh Waktu kul lanjutannya S1 juga ada juga yang panggil Suci..(suci gak ya gue??.)&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ngantor pake panggilan Lia lagi donk...&lt;br /&gt;Orang rumah, panggil Lia juga pastinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, kalo panggilan dari temen..hmm laen lagi..&lt;br /&gt;Ichang, Icung, Icuy, Cussy, Tiga, dan Cumi alah.. aduhh...(ayo ngaku sapa ajah tuh yang suka manggil gue dengan nama itu :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am i anyway? yang pasti TRISUCI SEPTALIA DEWI kali ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-7385486235350324833?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/7385486235350324833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=7385486235350324833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7385486235350324833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7385486235350324833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSKYtMd6gKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/opfQHoOuW-8/s72-c/faa028000410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-2262901492365387213</id><published>2008-11-16T17:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:14:44.488+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR_zYIqpo0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xGz12wrYoU4/s1600-h/ucsi003235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR_zYIqpo0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xGz12wrYoU4/s200/ucsi003235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269197685015552834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berjalan ditepian waktu&lt;br /&gt;Sangat lelah ketika itu menunggu&lt;br /&gt;Aku sangat ingin bertemu kamu&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu kamu tahu itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari kala itu sampai entah kapan&lt;br /&gt;Kamu selalu menjadi rumah bagiku&lt;br /&gt;Hanya cukup tatap wajahmu&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin pulang kepada kamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detik hati berjalan tak tentu&lt;br /&gt;Aku seperti anak panah yang tak tentu arah&lt;br /&gt;Karena kehilanngan pijakanku&lt;br /&gt;Dan itu karena kehilangan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Nov'08 06.55 am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-2262901492365387213?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/2262901492365387213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=2262901492365387213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2262901492365387213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2262901492365387213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/11/pulang.html' title='Pulang'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR_zYIqpo0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xGz12wrYoU4/s72-c/ucsi003235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-7944206274604892263</id><published>2008-11-14T15:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:39:11.107+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what are they fighting for anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1G8cHd8WI/AAAAAAAAADY/788l-YzH-jQ/s1600-h/ks131867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1G8cHd8WI/AAAAAAAAADY/788l-YzH-jQ/s200/ks131867.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268445143246958946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently watch infotainment on my morning day. There she was, a female politician (who used to be an artist), who is being sued by a university coz she was spread some news that this university involved what she believed, which is deceived the truth about her opponent education history. She claimed that her opponent has a false diploma. She said that based on what she has investigated that her opponent just needs 1.5 years to finish her bachelor degree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is so common that when there is some election, to lay low their opponent is a must. They will spread some news that could affect their opponent images in a front of public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, how she reacts, when her opponent won the election and she was being sued, was the most surprising. She claimed that she lose the election coz the government was also involved. OMG….Why does she just accepted the reality that she is lose, and try the next election. Is it giving her better image for her to the public? *sigh*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lay low our opponent it is not just happen on the election matters. It is happen to all matters as long as correlated with ego. No one loves to be a loser. There is another story about this kind of story. There is a band vocalist that claimed that her wife (soon to be his ex-wife) suffer some kind disease that coz from a false sex behavior. So, his soon to be ex-wife, was also claimed, that she was once has that disease coz, it was her husband who is causing it. OMG, again? Is it so personal, to discussed this kind of thing in a front of public? They are thrown out their own image….To claim and be claimed, is so tiring. The husband (in this case) he has his ego, to save his ass, don’t  want to be a loser,  coz that there were a fact that he was cheat on his wife, and for the wife side, it is time for her to defend her dignity (way the go girl! Loh?).  The thing that I like to discussed in this case is how is the husband defend his losing ass stuff by claiming the thing that is so personal. His ego ask him to do that, he was un –satisfied being exposed for the love affair that he has done, that is why he has to defended himself. Damned…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance is the main point in here, as I concluded. To lay low our opponent it is not the answer. It is so true; to accept that we are losing is the hardest thing to do. No one loves to be a loser or losing their ass. Nevertheless, if it was meant to be happen, accepted and move on, will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-7944206274604892263?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/7944206274604892263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=7944206274604892263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7944206274604892263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7944206274604892263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/11/wat-are-they-fighting-for-anyway.html' title='what are they fighting for anyway?'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1G8cHd8WI/AAAAAAAAADY/788l-YzH-jQ/s72-c/ks131867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-7870481472900255280</id><published>2008-11-11T21:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:02:49.540+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if i were a boy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR0-mAdQn3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/U_uRfhY-css/s1600-h/picture_mind_mapping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR0-mAdQn3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/U_uRfhY-css/s200/picture_mind_mapping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268435961772023666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a kind of person that absorb and digest, all the the things that i have heard or read. So, "if i were boy" song by beyonce, it is really made me think, and wondering. "was it, if i were a boy, i could undestand more about the thing that i haven't known before." It is like to have a mind mapping for they though,what they feel and how they are react. Coz,all i know, that men are from mars, women are from venus. Not to mention, we have a different mind area, they are the logic one, we (women) the opposite one. Moreover, it is like ying and yang too, the good and the bad :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-boss, once said that we have to have a helicopter view, to see all matters that is happen. So, we will have a wide range point of view to analyze. Not to mention, we could calculate and prepare the domino effect, for the thing that could happen. Sound, so serious? Well, she said that in the term of working area. But, we can use it in the term of relationship, i guess. Coz, to have a helicopter view, it means we will see thing not juz in one side, but from a both side to every problem or differences that is occur. It is not juz he said,she said, or he think, she think. But, it will be "we think, we said" it is like we are reconcile our differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i wish i were a boy, even juz for a day, like beyonce had sing. Coz maybe, i could understand more about them. Not to mention, to have their mind mapping and not wondering all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-7870481472900255280?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/7870481472900255280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=7870481472900255280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7870481472900255280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7870481472900255280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-if-i-were-boy.html' title='What if i were a boy?'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR0-mAdQn3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/U_uRfhY-css/s72-c/picture_mind_mapping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-5797988875871686519</id><published>2008-11-01T11:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:04:54.174+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR0_L-VFqEI/AAAAAAAAACY/lZXekEWRZm0/s1600-h/pyschoactive_drugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR0_L-VFqEI/AAAAAAAAACY/lZXekEWRZm0/s200/pyschoactive_drugs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268436614035908674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched "grey's anatomy" about a couple weeks ago and in that episode meredith grey talk about addiction. Hmm..being addict it some situation that most people would not like to be in that situation. Not to mention, it is not juz drug that causing us being addict, some habitual condition or even an existence of someone in our daily life is also give the same influence as drugs. Being needed by someone, chat with ur fren, being called three times a day, or even cheating to ur partner or even for some psycho to kill is also give the same addiction..(so scary rite heh?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being addict it mean causing someone to demand these addictive existence and never get enough of it, you juz, want it more and more. There are some adrenalin that is rising up every time, this kind of thing happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if, the thing that we are addicted was love or perhaps an existence of a person in our daily life. I was kind a remember an old movies, "Addicted to Love" which there were Meg Ryan and Matthew Broderick on it. Meg ryan was so addict with her boyfren, so..em when she was being dumped, by his boyfren, she was juz lose control, and wondering why on earth that she was being dumped. So, she started to stalk his ex..OMG..is this kind of thing happen? in our daily life, well...emm..i guess..i heard a lot of story about it..this stalking stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it love that causing this kind of an addiction or it is juz an obsessive impulsive of someone that causing it? The feeling of could not have something that we are eager to have it, it is like give us some curiosity, asking some question which started with the letter of "W" ..Why..Why..and Why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To being addict was hurtful, but to let go of it, it is more painful, like drug, i guess. But, coz it was a person that we are addicted to, so we can not bought in some street, or there are no free trial for it, no one will give it away, so we have to deal it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love addiction, have you ever been in that situation? or am i have this kind of addiction already? hmm..i wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-5797988875871686519?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/5797988875871686519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=5797988875871686519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5797988875871686519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5797988875871686519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-addiction.html' title='Love Addiction'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR0_L-VFqEI/AAAAAAAAACY/lZXekEWRZm0/s72-c/pyschoactive_drugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-2491979923481077186</id><published>2008-10-31T22:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:20:44.912+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Ordinary day</title><content type='html'>Well, diane warren had written a song based on the book (tv show) that oprah had discussed,which i had wrote on my note before. That song has a beautiful lyrics, and i like to write it down in here.Oya, nick lachey is the one who sing it by the way and the title is "ordinary day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could tell u, the things i never got the chance to&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was with u now, to see u smile again&lt;br /&gt;i wish we had more time, but time goes by so fast&lt;br /&gt;a moment comes, and then the moment passes by, in the blink of an eye,and if i have one wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't ask for money&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't ask for fame&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't ask for the power to make this world change&lt;br /&gt;if i could have one thing, that one thing that i would choose&lt;br /&gt;is one more ordinary day with u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could see u, and be there where my arms could reach u&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could let u know how much u touched my life&lt;br /&gt;maybe a little time, is the time we get&lt;br /&gt;the words we long to say are words that go unsaid&lt;br /&gt;u can't go back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I have heard this song like 20th times by today, by the way..*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-2491979923481077186?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/2491979923481077186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=2491979923481077186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2491979923481077186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2491979923481077186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-ordinary-day.html' title='Another Ordinary day'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-6380601082704467427</id><published>2008-10-31T22:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:13:19.079+07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more ordinary day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1BJLZLtHI/AAAAAAAAACo/ij6fseoAeIE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1BJLZLtHI/AAAAAAAAACo/ij6fseoAeIE/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268438765026391154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching oprah on my saturday morning. I have to admit, my eyes was drowning with tears while watching that show. Oprah discussed, about a tv show that is based on book "one more day". I could not remember the author's name,but i clearly remember, what oprah discussed in the whole show.&lt;br /&gt;"if u have a chance to have one more day to spend, with someone, who will it that be?"&lt;br /&gt;.. I know my answer, it would be with my dad who has pass away 4 years ago. I will spend it not in a fancy way, but juz as ordinary day, like i used to have with him. Eat gado2 at menteng, go to some bookstore,wait for him at his campus while he give a lecture, it was so ordinary. At that time, i dont put that ordinary day as on my extraordinary agenda. I juz put it as a regular day, not give an enough appreciation on the day that i have with him. That today, i juz realizing,it was my beautiful ordinary day with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess most people (including me!) not give an appropriate apreciation to the ordinary that we have on each day. We got traffic every morning, listening the same radio station everyday, pick up ur spouse at their workplace, or take ur niece to the mall,etc, we put it juz as an ordinary day but not an extraordinary one (i did too). In the other hand, watch ur favorite music concert, or to go to some fancy place to spend ur holiday, it was ur extraordinary day.If, there are no sparkle or extravaganza event on it, it juz an ordinary one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so true, we are realizing how precious is someone or some ordinary day that we have, when it is already gone. We started to miss our ordinary day, when we dont have it anymore in our life.That thought, made me more appreciate, what i have today, the ordinary one with my luv one (family en frenz), eventhough some of my beautiful ordinary day has gone (incl. What happened in this past two month), but i still felt grateful with what i have today which is "my ordinary day"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-6380601082704467427?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/6380601082704467427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=6380601082704467427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6380601082704467427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6380601082704467427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more-ordinary-day.html' title='One more ordinary day'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1BJLZLtHI/AAAAAAAAACo/ij6fseoAeIE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-2689008806048583159</id><published>2008-10-24T22:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:16:17.605+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How geek are u?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1Bic66-CI/AAAAAAAAACw/CM-w_DSVi7o/s1600-h/ie308005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1Bic66-CI/AAAAAAAAACw/CM-w_DSVi7o/s200/ie308005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268439199228033058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is it ok,being geeky?"..Ada yg menanyakan hal itu pada g,kemarin sore. Dan yg ada dipikiran g, "is it ok?". Hmm..Mari mencari arti kata dari Geek or weirdo (dalam bhs.Indo apa ya?). Menurut g geek adalah seseorang yang dianggap outsider oleh suatu lingkungan tertentu. Bisa dilingkungan sekolah,kampus,pekerjaan,permainan or anything yg melibatkan adanya sekelompok orang disitu. Yg menjadikan seseorang menjadi "geek" bisa dari penampilan (gaya rambut,gaya berpakain,warna kulit,etc),gaya bicara,kegayaan (hihhhhi.. ), dianggap anak br, gak gaul atau memang nasib dia aja selalu dianggap geek :p. But, eniwey, no one choose to be a geek right? tapi lingkungannya yang membuatnya seperti itu, she/he trying to be normal, tapi norma/kebiasaan pergaulan yang ada disekitarnya, say no to them. Dalam artian you are not normal according to them, you are geek. Atau you are becoming geek, coz u want to, u want to be alone, your environment say no to the idea,boom you are geek. Hmm..Susah jg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i, a geek? Kind a, i guess. Maksud g, g rasa dalam diri setiap orang, ada geek inside of them, tapi tergantung kemauan mereka sendiri untuk mengakuinya. Mungkin,sekali dua kali, kita merasa being rejected oleh suatu lingkungan, atau felt alone, no one comes around, ur laptop is ur soul, ur cellphone is ur 4eva fren, en fb is ur playground. G rasa semua itu bisa digolongkan geek juga..Kayanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, is it ok,to be a geek? G rasa, it is ok, you are a geek untuk orang lain, tapi as long as u have,ur true friend,eventhough juz one or two not a thousand frenz. It is ok to be geek today, tommorow, and more.&lt;br /&gt;So, how geek are u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-2689008806048583159?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/2689008806048583159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=2689008806048583159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2689008806048583159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2689008806048583159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-geek-are-u.html' title='How geek are u?'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1Bic66-CI/AAAAAAAAACw/CM-w_DSVi7o/s72-c/ie308005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-6145222323698462888</id><published>2008-10-12T22:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:31:52.472+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Datang tak dijemput,pulang tak diantar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1FLW8gfeI/AAAAAAAAADI/W3bl1IvQsV4/s1600-h/pdsi023152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1FLW8gfeI/AAAAAAAAADI/W3bl1IvQsV4/s200/pdsi023152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268443200533593570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love bisa dimulai dari mana saja,kapan saja,dan kita tidak akan pernah kira datang dr mana. Bagi yang sudah baca buku laskar pelangi ataupun menonton filmnya pasti akan tahu kisah cute love story ikal dan aling. Karena ikal merasa telah melihat kuku terindah yang pernah ia lihat selama ini. Ketika dia melihat ada sejulur tangan,dengan kuku yang berkilauan,semua terasa indah,bunga beterbangan,ruangan pengap tidak terasakan. Cinta memang datang tak dijemput, pulang tak diantar. Dengan media yang kita tidak pernah tahu media dan caranya. Bahkan,hal itu bisa membuat hal diluar logika bagi yang mengalaminya. Kalo ingat cerita ikal,tentunya kita akan lihat bagaimana,ikal berjuangnya untuk melihat kuku terindahnya,dengan melakukan perjalananan jauh, dan dengan alasan membeli kapur tulis untuk sekolahnya. Dan gue rasa, semua orang, mostly ..Been there..Done that..Do the crazy thing coz of love,yang jika logikanya bisa bicara akan berucap"gak penting banget dech loe lakuin ini". But, hey who could blame love, yang datang tak dijemput , pulang tak diantar. Dan ketika dia datang dengan tiba-tiba, rasakan kejatuhannya,excitementnya, sakit hatinya,karena semua itu datang sebagai full package darinya. Hidup cuma sekali, dan kenapa harus hindarinya bukan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-6145222323698462888?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/6145222323698462888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=6145222323698462888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6145222323698462888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6145222323698462888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/10/datang-tak-dijemputpulang-tak-diantar.html' title='Datang tak dijemput,pulang tak diantar'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1FLW8gfeI/AAAAAAAAADI/W3bl1IvQsV4/s72-c/pdsi023152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-2534443323520723067</id><published>2008-10-11T01:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:17:19.025+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketika Bola Golf Jatuh…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1CGFdTj9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/tj37_vccC-0/s1600-h/dvs084322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1CGFdTj9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/tj37_vccC-0/s200/dvs084322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268439811405090770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya ide nulis hal ini sudah ada dari hari Lebaran, tapi baru bisa nulis sekarang karena kesalip sama hal-hal lain. Cerita ini dimulai dimana gue harus bolak balik kerumah sakit di daerah fatmawati itu. Nah, ada yang menggelitik dan mengutik pikiran gue, ketika gue menuju rumah sakit ini. Ketika gue akan masuk ke jalan yang menuju pintu masuk rumah sakit tersebut adalah sebuah tong  yang diletakkan ditengah jalan seperti pemisah jalan antara yang akan masuk kejalan tersebut dan yang keluar tertulis dengan jelas di tong tersebut &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ANDA MEMASUKI KAWASAN LAPANGAN GOLF, JIKA MOBIL ANDA TERKENA BOLA GOLF, BUKAN TANGGUNG JAWAB PENGELOLA”     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haduh, gue langsung terpikir gue kaya masuk ke area medan tempur ada peluru nyasar bisa terjadi kapan aja, dan tidak akan yang tanggung jawab akan keselamatan gue (istilahnya tertembak…tertembaklah gue, kan lagi perang..hadapi resikomu bukan??) . Jadi dengan penuh kewas-was gue masuk kejalan itu dengan kepala yang lihat keatas takut ada bola golf nyasar (tapi tidak penting juga gue lihat keatas, secara kan gue dalam mobil dan misalpun ada bola golf nyasar tidak mungkin juga menghindar bukan? dan tidak akan terkena juga kepala gue juga secara gue dalam mobil juga gitu). Eniwey, dalam perjalanan itu ada pemandangan lucu juga, kita bisa lihat lapangan golf secara open air, gila gue pikir? Jadi benar tidak ada pembatas..tembok pun tak ada.. jaring 2 gitu tidak ada jadi benar..GOLF VIEW (buka river view  ajah kaya kalo perumahan) dan bisa dengan jelas lihat orang yang lagi main golf secara jelas, menyenangkan bukan??? (pic attached)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, ini untungnya (orang Indonesia memang untung terus?) ini hanya lapangan golf kalau ini lapangan tembak gimana? Tidak lucu juga..dan benar-benar jadi area perang sesungguhnya, kita tidak tahu kapan akan ada peluru nyasar..lagi lewat jalan tersebut dengan tenangnya….eh ada peluru nyasar nahlo..mau nengok orang sakit malah jadi masuk rumah sakit???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah ini buat gue yang naik mobil, kalo yang naik motor atau pejalan kaki gimana ceritanya? Terkena bola golf yang tidak pernah tahu kapan datangnya (seperti bintang jatuh misalnya? Tidak tahu kapan datangnya, tapi ini ditungguin, nah bola golf dielakkan pastinya). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinya sih gue tulis, ini kenapa ketika mereka (si pengelola) tahu, apa yang mereka kelola (lapangan golf) adalah suatu yang dapat merugikan orang jika ada yang terkena akibatnya, mereka tidak bersifat preventif terhadapnya (dengan memasang tembok misalnya atau dengan jaring2 itu?). maksud gue, mereka tahu what they did, will effect somebody else or bahkan merusak jika terkena bola itu. Tetapi mereka malah melakukan tindakan yang pendek aja jalannya, “KALO TERKENA BUKAN TANGGUNG JAWAB KITA LOH” seperti mau bilang, salah siapa? (salah gue? salah temen2 gue?..hihihi) Kenapa lewat sini, kalo akan terkena resiko sendiri.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau bahkan mungkin nieh, mereka dalam promonya untuk menarik orang bermain golf disitu, ditulis “PLAY GOLF HERE, YOU WILL SEE THE EXTRAORDINARY VIEW and YOU CAN CRASH OTHER PEOPLE CAR TOO ”..jadi sambil main golf..lihat orang lewat, mobil seliweran, malah kalo beruntung bisa lihat bola golf nya kena mobil orang jadi full excitement..not juzz golf…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility is the key gue rasa, dan sensitivity itu penting, mungkin mereka tidak bermaksud seperti itu, bermaksud bola golf itu sampai keluar dari lapangannya, tapi mereka tidak melihatnya secara luas, bahwa hal itu pasti terjadilah, siapa yang bisa ngatur itu bola untuk tidak keluar lapangan, bukan? Dan juga tidak sensitive bahwa akan merusak milik  orang lain jika terkena akibatnya (terkena bola golf). Kenapa mereka malah melemparkan ke orang lain,yang mungkin dan pasti juga tidak maksud untuk terkena bola golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our life juga gitu gue rasa, responsibility and sensitivity juga penting. Dalam artian we will never know apa yang kita perbuat itu bisa effect apa keorang lain, kita tidak sadar akan hal itu, karena kita hanya melihat diri sendiri sebagai pusatnya dan sebagai kacamatanya, sehingga ketika orang lain melihatnya secara berbeda atau menyakiti mereka tanpa kita sadari dan kita seakan menyalahkan orang lain, dan bilang “Sorry, I don’t mean to””..you don’t tell me that..” karena tentunya orang lain tersebut terkadang dan bahkan seringkali tidak bisa selalu ungkapkan karena terkadang tidak ada yang perlu dibicarakan. atau segan untuk diucapkan, salah untuk diutarakan tetapi sensitive saja yang diperlukan….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-2534443323520723067?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/2534443323520723067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=2534443323520723067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2534443323520723067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2534443323520723067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/10/ketika-bola-golf-jatuh.html' title='Ketika Bola Golf Jatuh…'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1CGFdTj9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/tj37_vccC-0/s72-c/dvs084322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-4376415449331846489</id><published>2008-10-11T01:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:29:00.053+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it true being thirty is raising the sensitivity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1E1F-ckPI/AAAAAAAAADA/wlna0XQxYpw/s1600-h/pdsi013122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1E1F-ckPI/AAAAAAAAADA/wlna0XQxYpw/s200/pdsi013122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268442818021200114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue denger tentang hal ini di radio Hardrock “Good Morning Hard Rocker Show” ketika akan berangkat kantor seperti biasanya and yup…percakapan ini muncul ajah “Kenapa perempuan ketika menuju umur 30 tahun atau bahkan sudah lebih dari  umur segitu jadi lebih sensitive atau bahkan jadi galak? Hmm…. Gue langsung terpikir am i? is it? Really? Next year I’m going thirty on 30th September..(damn so many thirty in this line?? Apakah gue lebih sensitive??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm..gue rasa ini ini memang women issue bgd, ketika angka 3 (damn! angka 3 lagi secara nama gue aja ada Tri nama depannya) sudah ada muncul ketika kita tulis dibiodata, atau bahkan diprofile, tension muncul dan akan banyak pertanyaan lanjutan muncul “Kapan?” dan akan banyak model kapan disitu, meski intinya sama, ini gue list :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kapan nikahnya&lt;br /&gt;2. Kapan undangannya?&lt;br /&gt;3. Kapan nyusulnya?&lt;br /&gt;4. Kapan nih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan benar juga ketika pertanyaan ini muncul akan semakin muncul layer pelindung diri, akan pertanyaan-pertanyaan tersebut, to be not hurt with those question (coz doesn’t mean we don’t want to, we think about it, we want it, but we haven’t found the one for it, and we still try to found it)  atau mungkin akan banyak alasan lainnya yang setiap  orang punya dilubuk hatinya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas 25 tahun ditanya, muncul layer partama, tahun berikutnya ditanya kembali muncul layer berikutnya, dan layer itu semakin menebal dan menebal..dan akhirnya menggunung…dan akhirnya being sensitive muncul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being more sensitive? Gue emang belum muncul that sensitivity, karena gue juga belum mencapai angka 3 itu atau mungkin juga udah muncul tapi gue gak nyadar. Mungkin orang yang melihat hal tersebut akan berkomentar berbeda dari gue katakan saat ini. What about you? Are u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-4376415449331846489?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/4376415449331846489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=4376415449331846489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/4376415449331846489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/4376415449331846489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-it-true-being-thirty-is-raising.html' title='Is it true being thirty is raising the sensitivity?'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1E1F-ckPI/AAAAAAAAADA/wlna0XQxYpw/s72-c/pdsi013122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-2883295692744834321</id><published>2008-10-05T14:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:39:19.882+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biasanya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR4MHzwdiAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YhWHPVmBM2U/s1600-h/pe0018035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR4MHzwdiAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YhWHPVmBM2U/s200/pe0018035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268661942362146818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya aku punya tembok untuknya&lt;br /&gt;Untuk hadang rasa sungguhku padanya&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku tahu selalu untuknya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya aku tahu batasnya&lt;br /&gt;Yang bisa buat aku, tahu sejauh mana langkahku mendekatnya&lt;br /&gt;Untuk temaninya, dikala dia memerlukannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya aku tahu logikanya&lt;br /&gt;Untuk hadapinya, yang merupakan rumahku &lt;br /&gt;Dikala aku bingung hadapi duniaku dan dunianya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya aku tahu&lt;br /&gt;Semua hal yang aku pikir tahu tentangnya&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi ketika dia bilang butuh aku &lt;br /&gt;Dan ucapkan selama ada aku, dia siap hadapi semua sedihnya&lt;br /&gt;Aku kehilangan tembok aku, logikaku&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku susun selalu, dari sejak aku kenal dirinya tapi tak pernah aku akuinya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-2883295692744834321?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/2883295692744834321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=2883295692744834321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2883295692744834321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/2883295692744834321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/10/biasanya.html' title='Biasanya'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR4MHzwdiAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YhWHPVmBM2U/s72-c/pe0018035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-188208740177054973</id><published>2008-10-05T14:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:34:28.249+07:00</updated><title type='text'>3000 Pasukanmu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR4K-CHRL7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ug-S11vqz5U/s1600-h/crbs0030523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR4K-CHRL7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ug-S11vqz5U/s200/crbs0030523.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268660674905583538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu bilang kamu punya tiga ribu pasukanmu&lt;br /&gt;Yang selalu siap temani kamu&lt;br /&gt;Diwaktu sendumu, tetapi kenapa masih cari aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu bilang kamu punya tiga ribu pasukanmu&lt;br /&gt;Yang siap sedia untuk kamu selalu&lt;br /&gt;Kapan saja kamu mau, tapi kenapa masih minta temani aku?&lt;br /&gt;Disetiap waktu, dikala sedihmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu bilang kamu punya tiga ribu pasukanmu&lt;br /&gt;Dan ketika aku tanya kamu kenapa masih butuh aku&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata kamu cuma bilang "aku salah satu pasukanmu"&lt;br /&gt;Jadi aku harus temani kamu dan aku bukan satu-satunya&lt;br /&gt;yang akan kamu cari ketika kamu butuh kawanmu&lt;br /&gt;Untuk isi hampamu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-188208740177054973?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/188208740177054973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=188208740177054973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/188208740177054973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/188208740177054973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/10/3000-pasukanmu.html' title='3000 Pasukanmu'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR4K-CHRL7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ug-S11vqz5U/s72-c/crbs0030523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-6338503308080760165</id><published>2008-09-14T12:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:55:40.926+07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1K3B6PU5I/AAAAAAAAADg/e_P2jSWoH6s/s1600-h/dvs152127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1K3B6PU5I/AAAAAAAAADg/e_P2jSWoH6s/s200/dvs152127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268449448359318418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people akan dengan cepat dan tanggap ketika ditanya "How you defining the meaning of love". Gue? baru tau sekarang..sigh...telat? Gue baru baru realize apa yang gue rasa, yang gue love, the meaning of love, yang gue ingin, baru sekarang after  ten stupid years? let's say i've been using my logical thinking way beyond my own feeling juz to keep him by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan ketika dia drag gue too deep into his problem, tembok gue, logic gue melt down and..boom..i was realizing that my own feeling was never change since the day i knew him and it was ten years a go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...my own feeling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-6338503308080760165?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/6338503308080760165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=6338503308080760165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6338503308080760165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6338503308080760165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-years-stupidity.html' title='10 years stupidity'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SR1K3B6PU5I/AAAAAAAAADg/e_P2jSWoH6s/s72-c/dvs152127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-9070111183671063625</id><published>2007-10-25T15:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:50:43.252+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengapa menjaga jarak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEGFe7P7JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CNrXC7drz3s/s1600-h/dvs095190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEGFe7P7JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CNrXC7drz3s/s200/dvs095190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269499730270874770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini cuma gue copy paste dari email dari temen gue, tapi gue suka banget sama nie artikel , cihuy.abiesss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haruskah hati menciptakan jarak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari sang guru bertanya kepada murid-muridnya,&lt;br /&gt;"Mengapa ketika&lt;br /&gt;seseorang sedang dalam keadaan marah, ia akan&lt;br /&gt;berbicara dengan suara&lt;br /&gt;kuat atau berteriak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang murid setelah berpikir cukup lama mengangkat&lt;br /&gt;tangan dan&lt;br /&gt;menjawab, "Karena saat seperti itu ia telah kehilangan&lt;br /&gt;kesabaran,&lt;br /&gt;karena&lt;br /&gt;itu ia lalu berteriak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi..." sang guru balik bertanya, "lawan bicaranya&lt;br /&gt;justru berada di&lt;br /&gt;sampingnya. Mengapa harus berteriak? Apakah ia tak&lt;br /&gt;dapat berbicara&lt;br /&gt;secara halus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampir semua murid memberikan sejumlah alasan yang&lt;br /&gt;dikira benar menurut&lt;br /&gt;pertimbangan mereka. Namun tak satu pun jawaban yang&lt;br /&gt;memuaskan. Sang&lt;br /&gt;guru lalu berkata, "Ketika dua orang sedang berada&lt;br /&gt;dalam situasi&lt;br /&gt;kemarahan, jarak antara ke dua hati mereka menjadi&lt;br /&gt;amat jauh walau&lt;br /&gt;secara fisik mereka begitu dekat. Karena itu, untuk&lt;br /&gt;mencapai jarak yang&lt;br /&gt;demikian, mereka harus berteriak. Namun anehnya,&lt;br /&gt;semakin keras mereka&lt;br /&gt;berteriak, semakin pula mereka menjadi marah dan&lt;br /&gt;dengan sendirinya&lt;br /&gt;jarak&lt;br /&gt;hati yang ada di antara keduanya pun menjadi lebih&lt;br /&gt;jauh lagi. Karena&lt;br /&gt;itu&lt;br /&gt;mereka terpaksa berteriak lebih keras lagi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang guru masih melanjutkan, "Sebaliknya, apa yang&lt;br /&gt;terjadi ketika dua&lt;br /&gt;orang saling jatuh cinta? Mereka tak hanya tidak&lt;br /&gt;berteriak, namun&lt;br /&gt;ketika&lt;br /&gt;mereka berbicara suara yang keluar dari mulut mereka&lt;br /&gt;begitu halus dan&lt;br /&gt;kecil. Sehalus apa pun, keduanya bisa mendengarkannya&lt;br /&gt;dengan begitu&lt;br /&gt;jelas. Mengapa demikian?" Sang guru bertanya sambil&lt;br /&gt;memperhatikan para&lt;br /&gt;muridnya. Mereka nampak berpikir amat dalam namun tak&lt;br /&gt;satupun berani&lt;br /&gt;memberikan jawaban. "Karena hati mereka begitu dekat,&lt;br /&gt;hati mereka tak&lt;br /&gt;berjarak. Pada akhirnya sepatah katapun tak perlu&lt;br /&gt;diucapkan. Sebuah&lt;br /&gt;pandangan mata saja amatlah cukup membuat mereka&lt;br /&gt;memahami apa yang&lt;br /&gt;ingin&lt;br /&gt;mereka sampaikan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang guru masih melanjutkan, "Ketika Anda sedang&lt;br /&gt;dilanda kemarahan,&lt;br /&gt;janganlah hatimu menciptakan jarak. Lebih lagi&lt;br /&gt;hendaknya kamu tidak&lt;br /&gt;mengucapkan kata yang mendatangkan jarak di antara&lt;br /&gt;kamu. Mungkin di&lt;br /&gt;saat seperti itu, tak&lt;br /&gt;mengucapkan kata-kata mungkin merupakan cara yang&lt;br /&gt;bijaksana. Karena&lt;br /&gt;waktu akan membantu Anda."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumber: Unknown (Tidak Diketahui)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-9070111183671063625?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/9070111183671063625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=9070111183671063625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/9070111183671063625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/9070111183671063625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2007/10/mengapa-menjaga-jarak.html' title='Mengapa menjaga jarak...'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEGFe7P7JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CNrXC7drz3s/s72-c/dvs095190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-6338124187223721643</id><published>2007-06-29T08:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:51:58.483+07:00</updated><title type='text'>KAMBING HITAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEGZxWdGRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-5xWkEGdSw4/s1600-h/ngs025097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEGZxWdGRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-5xWkEGdSw4/s200/ngs025097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269500078814206226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada istilah kambing hitam yang terkenal didunia ini, apalah arti si kambing hitam, udah hitam ya warnanya, ga cerah gitu, totol polkadot atau lurik2 kan lebih cute, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but why?&lt;/span&gt; kambing hitam yang dijadiin contoh binatangnya?? ..waktu kecil mungkin gue pikir kambing hitam yang ngomongin kambing yang kebetulan terlahir warnanya hitam, pas  uda mulai bisa mikir baru tau dech arti dari si kambing hitam sebetulnya..betulnya..ini juga kalo gak salah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lebih trendnya siy istilahnya  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"DIKAMBINGHITAMKAN" &lt;/span&gt;serem bener wong kita orang , manusia gitu, kok jadi kambing trus hitam lagi, tapi ya artinya si kambing ini ya suatu posisi yang kita dipersalahkan untuk sesuatu yang tidak kita lakukan dan karena tidak ada yang bisa dipersalahkan, atau tidak mau disalahkan atau tidak ada yang mau mengaku salah, yah orang yang dianggap ikut terlibat meski kadang tidak terlibat juga, dianggap orang yang paling salah, paling kambing (loh??)  dan dikorbankan, nasib bener yah???   Udah disalahin jadi kambing lagi ..hehehehe .... trus hitam lagi..weleh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib kambing hitam ini memang udah terjadi kali ya dari dulu kala..kala..kala.....lalallalallala .....kalo sekarang nie yang trend jadi si kambing hitam ya pegawai rendahan ( ini kasus di badan2 pemerintahan itu) yang dituduh korupsi padahal yang mereka lakukan itu atas suruhan yang lebih atas lagi yang notabene terima lebih banyak lagi, tapi yang dipersalahkan ya yang kroco-kroco ini.... udah trimanya sedikit ..masuk penjara lagi ..wiiihhhhh ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi memang kok, biasanya kambing hitam terjadi pada kelas yang paling bawah dalam artian ya yang paling enak memang untuk dipersalahkan, lagian siapa juga yang mau ngaku salah, maling aja gak mau gaku nyolong, tapi gimana nasib si kambing hitam ini???? palagi tuk yang gak dapet apa-apa cuma dinilai salah trus dibuang...aduh .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngaku salah memang paling susah, berkorban palagi, ketika ada suatu posisi yang serba salah, pasti semua cari aman, yang berani maju malah bisa jadi si kambing..aduh .... kalo gue sih ngaku aja ..masih belum berani nanggung sesuatu yang bukan salah gue,  malah mungkin gak berani juga nanggung emang yang salah gue, ... jadi pas ada di posisi aman, gue masih  cari aja dulu tempat ngumpet dipojokan yang gak keliatan, daripada jadi si kambing ?? tapi mungkin dan pasti gak mudah juga tuk ngaku kita tipe yang mana, kalo gue udah ngaku nie, gimana pada-pada???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-6338124187223721643?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/6338124187223721643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=6338124187223721643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6338124187223721643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6338124187223721643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2007/06/kambing-hitam.html' title='KAMBING HITAM'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEGZxWdGRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-5xWkEGdSw4/s72-c/ngs025097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-6189096659962484371</id><published>2007-06-20T14:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:06:35.790+07:00</updated><title type='text'>CINTA MATI, LOE CINTA, GUE DECH MATI ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEJzmYusjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/11fxkUvC-XM/s1600-h/rbv0180227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEJzmYusjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/11fxkUvC-XM/s200/rbv0180227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269503821082440242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kata orang cinta indah kata gue juga begitu, kata orang ada cinta sejati kata gue ya juga begitu, tapi kalo cinta mati, gimana ya..?? lagian kenapa juga ada istilah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CINTA MATI&lt;/span&gt; ??? ... palagi ditambah ada lagu NAif itu yang katanya "bila kumati, kau juga mati" sereeemmmm bener...tapi emang cinta susah didefinisi...terlalu banyak .. cinta katanya nafsu, cinta katanya kasih sayang, cinta katanya posesif ..tapi itu katanya, gak tau juga yang bener  .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah yang ini lagi booming nie, istilahnya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"CINTA MATI"&lt;/span&gt; jadi suatu posisi dimana terjadi suatu keadaan dimana, seseorang cinta banged..nged sama pasangannya, yang saking cintanya mau jadi matipun rela demi orang yang dicintainya..weleh, serem beneeer ya?? tapi apa iya ya arti cinta mati itu gitu?? atau mungkin artinya gini aja kali, suatu keadaan dimana hatinya gak bisa kemana2, dalam artian meski nie ya itu pasangannya udah nyakitin dia tapi teteb aja  gitu, mau sama pasangannya dalam artian teteb cinta, meski kadang udah tersiksa secara batin bahkan ada yang fisik...waduh. contoh konkrit penggambaran cinta mati, banyak banget palagi kalo bagi yang suka nonton serial film asia, palagi korea my favorite nie, pasti deh tokohnya cinta mati bgd sama pasangannya..yang bertahun-tahun gak lupa.. meski dah disakitin, atau juga yang ngejar2 terus meski udah ditolak berjuta-juta kali...idih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang kalo kita tonton sih &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INDAH&lt;/span&gt; bgd kayanya, tapi kalo dijalanin widih gak semua orang bisa kali, malah yang ada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CINTA MATI SAMA seperti cinta posesif&lt;/span&gt;, karena saking cintanya akhirnya ya, si pasangan sesek karena terlalu di Naif-kan(karena lagunya Naif kan "posesif "hehe) oleh pasangannya .. jadi nie pada akhirnya  sesuai judul blog gue, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CINTA MATI, LOE CINTA GUE MATI DECH..huehehhehe mati sesek gitu, gak nyaman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi mending cinta biasa aja kali ya, jadi ya gak terlalu mati tapi gak juga terlalu biasa, ntar aku tak biasa lagi (apa sih gue?)  tapi emang yang sedang-sedang aja itu yang indah kaya pesen sahabat  Nabi  :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Janganlah, terlalu membenci seseorang karena kita tak pernah tahu kapan mencintainya, dan jangan terlalu mencintai seseorang karena kita tak akan pernah tahu kapan membencinya "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what a beautiful quote, don't you think guys??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-6189096659962484371?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/6189096659962484371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=6189096659962484371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6189096659962484371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6189096659962484371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2007/06/cinta-mati-loe-cinta-gue-dech-mati.html' title='CINTA MATI, LOE CINTA, GUE DECH MATI ...'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEJzmYusjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/11fxkUvC-XM/s72-c/rbv0180227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-6952378961844370536</id><published>2007-06-19T17:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:54:18.578+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HE SAID, shE said, I SaiD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEG4W3vtgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/s32ahsbG4j0/s1600-h/bs234148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEG4W3vtgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/s32ahsbG4j0/s200/bs234148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269500604282025474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah lama gak buka pikiran dan hati gue di blog tercinta ini. KArena pusink masalah duniawi gue lupa masalah batin gue akan keperluan bercurhat ria di media blog ini.... heheeehehehe. Eniwey setelah lama gak nulis  ada tiba2 dipikiran suatu masalah yang gue pengen bahas, sesuai sama judul blog gue ini &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He said, She said, i said"&lt;/span&gt; pernah gak terpikir sama kita apa yang kita inginkan, kita bicarakan, apa yang kita pikirkan pasti gak pernah sama sama orang laen, tapi yaiyalah, secara memang otak setiap orang beda, tapi gimana cari konklusinya dari perbedaan itu yang gue atau kita gak pernah nemu atau susah bgd nemu titik tengahnya yang semua orang bisa seneng, trus gimana membenarkan pendapat kita, pikiran kita keorang laen yang belum tentu anggep kita bener padahal emang bener.. (ribet bahasa gue???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biasanya cuma ada dua pilihan "Loe menang atau gue menang?" gak ada kata titik tengah palagi kalo bicara sama mahluk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARS&lt;/span&gt; yang katanya macho itu, mereka pasti gak akan pernah mau ngalah sama apa yang ada dipikiran kita. IStilah- nya mending mati berdiri dibanding kalah set ngomong sama mahluk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VENUS yang cantik ini hehehhehehe ...    jadi bener gak bener pendapat kami, ya anggep aja BENER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau diluar konteks perempuan dan laki-laki, mars dan venus, kita ke dunia kerja &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATASAN ma BAWAHAN&lt;/span&gt;,hal ini malah lebih berlaku berlaku banget, apalagi ada pepatah yang menguatkan mereka beralibi  dan ada aturannya pula"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; aturan pertama :ATASAN GAK PERNAH SALAH,  , peraturan kedua : KALO EMANG SALAH YA KEMBALI KEPERATURAN PERTAMA" &lt;/span&gt;pernah gak kita denger BOSS bilang "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAYA SALAH KAMU BENER"&lt;/span&gt; wihhh bisa selametan tujuh hari tujuh malem kita kali ya ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi ya bener juga emang, kalo ngaku salah ntar wibawa mereka mau dibawa kemana coba (tapi ini bukan wi .. bawa mobil..wi bawa Hp ......hihihihihihi) jadi emang imej benar dan bijaksana tetep diperlukan untuk menunjang kelangsungan perkantoran, kalo gak bawahan ngelunjak lagi... ya ga???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus kalo dihubungkan antara hubungan mahluk mars dan venus ya pasti berlaku juga kebenaran itu, kalo ngaku salah sama mahluk venus, ntar mereka merasa keinjek2 lagi trus ntar dapet predikat ISTI lagi , wah pokoknya banyak dey .... alesannya yang bikin kita mikir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi ya itu tadi dibutuhkan kesabaran dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATI SELUAS KALI&lt;/span&gt; untuk menerima perlakuan ini, meski nie dihati kecil begh.. mangkel banged.... tapi ya manusia emang diciptain punya OTAK beda dan pikiran BEDA, jadi gimana cara kita aja kali ya nemu sela bagaimana nyamain semua...lagian &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NGALAH kan bukan berarti KALAH, nyoi gak sih???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-6952378961844370536?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/6952378961844370536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=6952378961844370536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6952378961844370536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/6952378961844370536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-said-she-said-i-said-they-said.html' title='HE SAID, shE said, I SaiD'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEG4W3vtgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/s32ahsbG4j0/s72-c/bs234148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-3800779937244031289</id><published>2007-05-22T17:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:05:01.922+07:00</updated><title type='text'>3B katanya ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEJfU0aqfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xqNqzECeRzE/s1600-h/ap07175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEJfU0aqfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xqNqzECeRzE/s200/ap07175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269503472769346034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUe jadi tertarik juga nulis masalah ini di blog gue, setelah baca blog tetangga si simbiosis, dia bahas anatomy, hmmmm .... kenapa idaman para cewe termasuk gue (idaman para cowo juga malah tentang pasangannya) musti jadi putih, tinggi, semampailah, terus hidung mancung, ..pokoknya pas dech kaya manequin abiesss ...  kenapa ya? kenapa? kenapa? ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo kata orang yang penting inner beauty ...., don't judge a book by it's cover, karena dalemnya pasti beda, kalo kaya buah luarnya boleh mulus, dalemnya siapa yang tau berulat, yah kurang lebih gitulah ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalo emang yang penting inner beauty kenapa juga miss universe musti cantik, hayo? kenapa putri indonesia teteb pilih nadine hayo ...jadi teteb donk..bahwa cover buku teteb yang penting dan judge orang dari covernya, dengan dalih 3B katanya (beauty, brain and breast ups..bukan ding ..tapi behaviour) maka teteb aja yang cantik yang cuma bisa jadi pesertanya ... karena emang packaging teteb penting. Tapi kalo dipikir2 kalo memang mensyaratkan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brain it  a must,&lt;/span&gt; kenapa gak diadain cerdas cermat ya sebagai salah satu bagian dari kontes itu, kan kelihatan tuh siapa yang pinter siapa yang gak, kenapa cuma pertanyaan yang kadang kayanya cuma butuh jawaban diplomatis aja jawabannya, dalam artian yang penting kedengerannya enak dan kedengeran intelektual.. bener gak sih gue apa gue yang sentimen aja kale ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi emang kalo dipikir-pikir nie,  kalo kita pilih buah pun pasti pilih yang mulus sih, , dengan harapan dalaemnya juga enak, kalo dalemnya busuk itu sih namanya apes, pilih cover buku aja ditoko buku gak mau yang lecektrus dan gue rasa gak harus cowo .. cewepun pasti ngelihat seseorang pasti pada tampilan pertamanya, dilihat  oke, trus komentar "cakep bgd" trus jadi tertarik. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PACKAGING&lt;/span&gt; teteb jadi isu pertama, jadi bagi yang gak punya packanging kurang  mulus kaya Nadine gimana dunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAdahal ada pepatah tak kenal maka tak sayang, jadi strateginya kalo packaging kurang menarik, yaudah deketin aja orag yang kita suka,,tempel terusss sampe dia tau kepribadian kita (kepribadian psycho karena nempel terus ..huehehehehheeh). Tapi eniwey solusinya ya cuma satu packaging gak mulus ya gak papa, tapi gak harus lecek kan, gak harus kucelkan, gak harus cemberut kan, dan gak harus gak pdkan, kayanya sih begitu, penampilan teteb emang harus menarik, gak harus mewah tapi enak dilihat gitu intinya   (kata para ahli kepribadian loh ini) ... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi emanglah lahiriah siapa juga yang gak pengen cantik, siapa juga gak pengen badan kaya manequin, tapi kalo dilahirin gak kaya gitu ya mau gimana, terima aja dan bersyukur kaya blog gue sebelumnya bersyukur udah dikasih hidup yang sempurna, punya mata dua, punya idung, ada mulutnya, pokoknya lengkap lah, walau sering protes juga gue dengan keluhan kok tangan gue gede banget, perut gue ampun buncit, kok gue kurang kurus, kok gini, kok gitu, tapi teteb lah yang kita punya sendiri yang dikasih sama yang diatas pasti udah dirancang yang terbaik sama yang diatas.. bukan begitu bukan? ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-3800779937244031289?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/3800779937244031289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=3800779937244031289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/3800779937244031289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/3800779937244031289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2007/05/beauty-and-beast.html' title='3B katanya ..'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEJfU0aqfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xqNqzECeRzE/s72-c/ap07175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-4255586616835043833</id><published>2007-05-21T16:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:43:22.689+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Disuatu libur panjang&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/RlKkdN8AwqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QAQcY2SNCXs/s1600-h/Thank-you_banner01-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/RlKkdN8AwqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QAQcY2SNCXs/s320/Thank-you_banner01-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067293352609759906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, dangan isi kantong yang pas-pasan ..yah yang ada cuma bisa dirumah dan nonton dvd, dan di liburan panjang itu gue selesein nonton serial korea, yang judulnya sama bgt sama judul nie blog "Thank You", dan gue emang terinspirasi sekali ma judul film itu (coba dech kalo emang ma coba tonton cari dvdnya, kalo mau loh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinya dari tokoh tuh serial, seberapa sering kita ucapin kata "thank you" atau "Terimakasih" atas segala hal yang kita terima,  yang kita jalanin?? lagi susahpun, sedih pun kata itu bukan berarti gak bisa kata itu  dikeluarin, dan kita termasuk gue dengan alibi lagi susah mau bilang terimakasih pasti punya alasan ngapain ngomong terimakasih, kayanya gue belum dapet semua yang gue pengen dech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih, bukan kata gampang juga gue rasa buat diucapin, kalo abis dikasih jam tangan yang lucu sama cowo gue pastilah gue bilang "Terimakasih" tapi coba buat hal-hal simple pernah gak terpikir bilang hal yang sama. KAya nie misalnya, abis ambil karcis tol bilang kek terimakasih ma mbak tolnya kan dia udah cape2 tu ngasih tiket ke ratusan mobil, mayan loh, pegelnya (tapi ini excluded si simbiosis gue, dia dengan senangnya bilang terimakasih ke mas penjaga tol itu dengan nada yang cepat dan tepat dan sedikit menggoda sampe dulu mantannya cemburu ..hiiiihhihihihihhihhih) atau pernah bilang gak terimakasih ma mas-mas dipom bensin abis isin bensin ..atau mba-mba kasir abies bayar belanjaan, emang sih kalo dipikir mereka cuma ngelakuin kerjaan mereka, tapi paling gak dengan mereka ngelakuin kerjaan mereka kita jadi  ketolong ma kegiatan mereka ..ya gak sih???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi itu yang jauh, gak ada hubungan sodara ato darah coba dipikir lagi  pas Abis dimasakin sama ibu kita, atau jaman dulu jaman ABG itu pas lagi pinjem mobil sama orang tua kita buat jalan-jalan, kayanya gak pernah ya bilang terimakasih, .....hah dasar gue juga emang anak gak tau terimakasih, yang ada cuma bisa bilang "kok makanannya gitu aja sih ma" atau "yah, mobilnya ac-nya udah gak dingin" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apalagi sekarang, udah punya duit sendiri teteb aja bilang kurang, uda punya baju, masih bilang kurang gaya, udah punya sepatu, masih kurang oke, kayanya gue juga orang gak tau terimakasih ya ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersyukur pasti ada hubungannya berterimakasih, kalo kita bersyukur dengan yang  kita punya, pasti kita akan mudah berucap terimakasih,  JAdi dari sekarang mau coba ah ..jadi tokoh difilm itu ..berucap terimakasih atas yang telah dimiliki maupun yang gak dimiliki juga .... SEMOGA .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-4255586616835043833?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/4255586616835043833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=4255586616835043833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/4255586616835043833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/4255586616835043833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/RlKkdN8AwqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QAQcY2SNCXs/s72-c/Thank-you_banner01-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-7702022483316565753</id><published>2007-05-21T15:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:34:40.083+07:00</updated><title type='text'>mY fAVORITE qUOTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSENzo9RKmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mvKShJLKXwI/s1600-h/dvs147464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSENzo9RKmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mvKShJLKXwI/s200/dvs147464.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269508219819076194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HObby gue tiap koran KOMPAS hari minggu selaen liat lowongan kerja adalah baca artikel Samuel Mulia, coba baca dech, dia bener nulis2 realita yang ada di kehidupan sekarang2 ini dan yang paling berkesan pas dia quote kata yang bagus menurut gue dan gue langsung catet di note gue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;There are four things you can not recover :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"The Stone after throw"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"The Occasion after the loss"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"The Word after it is said"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"The Time After its gone"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm ... emang bener banget ...coba ditelaah ...&lt;br /&gt;1. Quote Pertama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Stone after throw"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bener banget kalo abis nimpuk orang coba mana bisa kita tarik lagi batu yang udah kena ke orang yang bisa cuma minta maab , maab dan maab, tapi gondoknya, keselnya dan benjol tuh teteb ada, mana coba kalo sampe kepala bocor berbekas slamanya duch, ribet urusan kan ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Quote Kedua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"The Occasion after the los&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;s"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; it was so true, kata orang kesempatan terkadang tidak datang dua kali, we will never know. tapi ketika kesempatan datang manfaatkan wisely, never regret for it ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Quote Ketiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"The Word after it is said"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yaiyalah, kata yang udah keluar dari mulut kita yang harimau ini kata orang, pasti susah untuk ditarik kembali, mau narik balik ntar sangkain nelen ludah sendiri dan menjilat kembali ...jijik kan, belum juga gengsinya duch! pasti gede banget gengsi yang udah jatoh ..toh ditebing terjal demi revisi kata yang pernah kita ucapin, belum ditambah malunya ..aduh komplet dech .....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Quote Keempat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"The Time After its gone"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah ini kena banget, emang tendensi kita dan emang lahiriah penyesalan datang belakangan kalo duluan bukan nyesel tapi emang rencana ;) , tapi eniwey waktu yang udah lewat pasti kita sesalkan dgn kata2 coba dulu gue gini ya, coba gue begitu ya, coba gue gak begitu ya, nyesel banyak, tapi memang waktu yang ilang gak ada yang bisa balikin,  ... jadi yang ada kalo mau lakuin sekarang ya sekarang jgn ntar2 yang ada udah gak waktu lagi, yahhh, kalo dipikir2 gue banyak banget mikir kaya gitu, tapi ya udah udah lewat juga, jadi ya daripada mikir yang udah lewat mending mikir yang akan datang kan ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-7702022483316565753?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/7702022483316565753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=7702022483316565753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7702022483316565753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7702022483316565753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-favorite-quote.html' title='mY fAVORITE qUOTE'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSENzo9RKmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mvKShJLKXwI/s72-c/dvs147464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-140203634927433154</id><published>2007-05-11T16:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:58:36.380+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanyakan Kenapa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEH9K2Ry3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2kEWeTpHk6I/s1600-h/crbs0660034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEH9K2Ry3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2kEWeTpHk6I/s200/crbs0660034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269501786465618802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang2 ini banyak makin banyak iklan yang enak banged buat diliat dan dipikir jarang loh dulu kala  ada iklan bisa buat mikir plus ditambah tersenyum pula, coba dipikir tahun 1990-an mana ada iklan yang bikin kita mikir dan ditambah lagi tersentil ..til... meski terpikir juga, apa hubungannya antara tema iklan mereka dengan produk yang mereka jual yang notabene gak nyambung juga ...haduh! tapi untungnya konsep yang mereka tawarkan (jie bahasa gue...) itu menarik perhatian jadi ya gak papalah meski gak nyambung juga ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eniwey, dari iklan-iklan yang booming itu (tau sendirilah perusahaan rokok mana yang jargon terbarunya "tanyakan kenapa")  gue jadi terpikir, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KENAPA ORANG SUKA DISENTIL SECARA TERSELUBUNG???&lt;/span&gt; maksudnya menyenangkan banget untuk melihat realita yang ada yang terjadi, yang updated terjadi dari media lain. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAKSUDNYA,  &lt;/span&gt;coba dech dari salah satu iklan itu ada tuh yang ada satu adegan mobil maen puter balik padahal udah tanda gak boleh puter balik, trus cewe yang bawa mobil itu cuek aja gitu puter balik dengan asumsi gak ada polisi yang liat ini. Trus pas selese liat itu iklan, pasti hampir semua orang (99% malah) pasti tersenyum dan bilang dalam hati "hehehhehe...bener juga tuh kan, gue juga suka gitu", dan itu termasuk gue juga melakukan hal itu, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KALO GAK ADA POLISI KENAPA GAK LANGGAR DIKIT, KAN CUMA SEKALI-KALI&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, kalo bisa dibilang typical kitalah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ORANG INDONESIA&lt;/span&gt; (loh emangnya gue orang mana) rule is made to be broken hehehehhehe ..... tapi kenapa ya udah tau disentil pake iklan tapi teteb aja loh dijalanin, trus udah tau dicela kenapa juga teteb diterusin, nah itu pertanyaannya?? jadi malah cuma hiburan aja, semacam pemandangan diri yang cuma buat diketawain sendiri, bukan jadi kaca untuk perbaikan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, temanya ribet banged gue kali ini, tapi ini beneran loh, dan gue juga merasa begitu, jadi sebenernya kita gak perlu disentil, wong nyadar juga gak, jadi perlunya diapain dunk? tapi yang sudah lah daripada pusink mending bertanya lagi aja pake jargon perusahaaan rokok itu "TAnyakan KEnapa" l.. oh???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-140203634927433154?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/140203634927433154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=140203634927433154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/140203634927433154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/140203634927433154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2007/05/tanyakan-mengapa.html' title='Tanyakan Kenapa?'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEH9K2Ry3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2kEWeTpHk6I/s72-c/crbs0660034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-7263641400273361007</id><published>2007-05-11T11:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:43:22.787+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enakan Posisi Diatas apa Dibawah?</title><content type='html'>Ini terbetik dari pikiran gue kalo pas gue kumpul-kumpul atau chit-chat bersama pas  tentunya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARA BIG BOSS&lt;/span&gt; gak ada. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAMi para karyawan merasakan punya hak kebebasan untuk bermain bersama&lt;/span&gt;  (heehehhe ..kok bermain ya) di jam kantor pula, menclok di meja si anu trus menclok ke meja si itu, keluar bentar ke sini, keluar sebentar kesitu ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INILAH NAMANYA SURGA DUNIA SEORANG BAWAHAN .&lt;/span&gt;.. teteb dibayar meski isinya cuma maen aja (kan uda dibayar paketan bulanan , jadi tanggung jawab  kerjaan harian gak perlu donk )..itu kalo pikiran karyawan, yang dari HIERARKI perusahaan ada di level bawah, palinnnnnnnnng bawah ..... jadi karena dilevel paling bawah kan bebannya paling berat tuh, menahan beban diatasnya, nie ya gue gambarin :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/RkQdEypbW1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xAOcGFq4-ZU/s1600-h/New+Bitmap+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/RkQdEypbW1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xAOcGFq4-ZU/s320/New+Bitmap+Image.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063203849223494482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jadi karena mempunyai level dipaling bawah jadi lebih perlu liburan lebih banyak donk...(heheehehhe..) itu kata karyawan (karena kalo dilihat pada gambar diatas berarti karyawan menahan beban 1+2, karena dari gambar tumpukan diatas level 3 adalah level paling bawah  ) , lagian kalo gak ada kami siapa siapa yang akan mengerjakan pekerjaan remeh temeh gak penting itu, ngetik, nelpon, ngitung duit kas, bikin laporan, siapa? siapa? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAMILAH SANG PENYELAMAT ITU&lt;/span&gt;!! heheheh ...:) Makannya kami harus dimanja, perlakukan kami dengan semestinya (kurangi pekerjaan kami, tapi tambahkan gaji kami)..widihhhhh ..... banyak juga suara hati karyawan...nuntut aja dech .....&lt;br /&gt;Tapi coba bayangin kira2 apa ya yang dipikiran BOSS kita kalo lagi ngrumpi, chit-chat tentang anak buah mereka .... mungkin bilang "Dasar gak tau terimakasih, udah digaji ngelunjak lagi, coba kalo ada kasus yang kena duluan siapa ya kita" kita yang tanggung jawab, coba kalo diprotes ya pasti kita karena dianggap gak becus jadi boss, gak bisa handle anak buah ....&lt;br /&gt;trus belum jadi bahan gosipan .... "eh tau gak boss kita anu, ituanu itu" ..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi  kayanya  mau  posisi atas atau bawah sama aja, sama-sama punya beban tersendiri, makin tinggi posisi makin banyak angin, sementara makin dibawah posisi makin banyak pikiran sama kerutan (karena ngedumel gaji gak pernah naek.. hehehe) jadi posisi mana donk yang enak ... yang dibawah pasti pengen naek, sementara yang dibawah gak mau turun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, pusink juga kalo ditanya, jawab sendiri aja dech maunya dimana? kalo gue ..gue pikir dulu dech ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-7263641400273361007?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/7263641400273361007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=7263641400273361007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7263641400273361007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/7263641400273361007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2007/05/enakan-posisi-diatas-apa-dibawah.html' title='Enakan Posisi Diatas apa Dibawah?'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/RkQdEypbW1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/xAOcGFq4-ZU/s72-c/New+Bitmap+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-5881306897492816673</id><published>2007-05-08T16:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:09:14.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'>cewe ... manja ... dah gak musim ..sekarang jaman cowo manja ... huuuuuuuuuuuuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEKTvzPPyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SqTLzQ7QU9g/s1600-h/pdsi023022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 75px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEKTvzPPyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SqTLzQ7QU9g/s200/pdsi023022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269504373365358370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ide ini terkelupas dari otak gue setelah gue denger radio sepulang dari kantor kemaren malem, lucu juga temanya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"SEBERAPA PENTING KAMU BUAT PASANGAN KAMU"&lt;/span&gt; waduh ...seru juga ..dan yang lebih seru ternyata ya..lebih banyak dari data penelepon yang ada itu dan dari kata si penyiar itu (meski gue gak itung juga tapi gue percayalah ma si penyiar itu), banyakan cowo yang terlalu bergantung ma cewenya, dalam artian nie &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"CAN'T live without cewenya for everything"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;... dari yang bayar telepon, beresin koper, bayar listrik, bayar kartu kredit, urusin iniitu.." waduh jadi bingung gue dan gak bingung juga tepatnya, mungkin tersenyum .. bahwa beda tipis antara pasangan (disini pacar) antara pembantu antara asisten pribadi atau mungkin sekretaris pribadi .... beneran loh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan itu sebenernya lagi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPENING BGD&lt;/span&gt; (jie..istilahnya) hampir semua laki2 terlalu dependen sama perempuannya, dengan berpikir ya karena ada kalian kami jadi manja dan malas mikir malas usaha, waduh!!! Ternyata makin modern.. apakah makin semakin tinggi emasinpasi wanita apa semakin rendah ya?? it's a trick question loh ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coba dirinci lagi arti dari kata emansipasi terdiri dari kata e+man + si+pa+si, kalo diliat dari susunannya kayanya gak ada arti tereksplisit yang nunjukin bahwa ini merupakan kata yang berarti women rules guys! persamaan hak! soale dijaman eman (loh kok eman??) ini malah kok saking independennya dan perkasanya perempuan (waduh ..kok perkasa)  makin melenyet laki2 (dari artian terlalu tergantung ma cewenya loh ya jangan mikir yang laen) haduhhh ........ jadi lebih sering terdengar kata "yank, toolong iniinaitu donk"    atau "menurut kamu gimangitugimanaanu tralalala" atai lagi "minta iniitu, initu"dalam artian makin independen si perempuan tapi harus mau senderan si laki-laki ..haduh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haduh..haduh .... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEMANA PERGINYA PANGERAN BERKUDA PUTIH&lt;/span&gt; itu yang saving the princess ..mana? mana? ...  jadi apa masih perlu nie emansipasi nie? jadi mau nie jadi senderan? pertanyaan yang emang gak musti dijawab juga sih, yang penting what we do or what you do or what they do is based on LOVE (ow ..so cute ...) but are this happening to me hmmmm ...no comment ah .... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-5881306897492816673?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/5881306897492816673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=5881306897492816673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5881306897492816673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5881306897492816673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2007/05/cewe-manja-dah-gak-musim-sekarang-jaman.html' title='cewe ... manja ... dah gak musim ..sekarang jaman cowo manja ... huuuuuuuuuuuuu'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSEKTvzPPyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/SqTLzQ7QU9g/s72-c/pdsi023022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-557665756642992122</id><published>2007-05-08T09:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:12:22.608+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kapan Nyusul? kapan? Enjoy Aja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSELPTlqUnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/X8LxA1Gl_bo/s1600-h/crs031485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSELPTlqUnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/X8LxA1Gl_bo/s200/crs031485.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269505396584370802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertanyaan dari judul blog ini sering muncul santer bgd buat seseorang yang udah brumur 20 tahun keatas, setiap ketemu sodara, om, tante, pakde,bude, temen smu, temen kuliah semua dech ..palagi kalo lagi menghadiri pesta pernikahan seseorang pasti muncul, hampir pasti dan kalo distastitikkan (apalagi bahasa gue ini suka asal) datanya wah bisa akurat bgd munculnya bahwa pertanyaan ini akan muncul. Apalagi ditambah oleh iklan rokok itu yang nyentil abiesssss ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kapan Nyusul? Kapan?" .. "Si ini udah loe..si itu juga "&lt;/span&gt; waduh... muncul trusssssssss... dan jawaban standar untuk kasus gue ato mungkin banyak orang yang menghadapi pertanyaan ini adalah " hmmm, ya tunggu aja undangannya kalo ada juga pasti diundang ato tidak dalam waktu dekat ini, sabar aja" atau "iya nieh belum dikasih aja jodohnya, cariin donk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duch!!! trus pertanyaan berikutnya ya, misalnya nie uda menikah pun pasti muncul pertanyaan berikutnya "kapan, punya momongan" duch..trus kalo uda punya anak satu nie ntar muncul lagi pertanyaan menyusul (kok, belum ada adiknya nie? duch.... kenapa ya tendensi pertanyaan yang sama selalu muncul untuk masalah pribadi orang ..dan itu melelahkan loh tuk yang mengalaminya ..mungkin tuk semua orang yang pasti mengalaminya ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo untuk gue, emang baru pertanyaan pertama "kapan nyusul?"&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmm .... gue juga bukanya gak mau juga sih, secara alamiah aja, i know kita memang dicptakan berpasangan, tapi apakah dorongan menikah itu muncul karena desakan sekitar atau keinginan pribadi ya?? Itu pertanyaannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah menikah itu ditentukan dari segi umur, toh juga umur bukan penentu orang harus menikah pada umur segitu (tuk cewe 25 tauhn udah masa rentan bgd) ..tapi emang ada juga yang bilang dari segi kesehatan tuk perempuan (rentan kalo udah umur mendekati 30 tahun melahirkan) atau ntar telat lagi punya anak, umur kita udah 50 tahun misalnya tapi anaknya baru berumur 10 tahun yang notabene masih perlu duit byk bgd tuk membesarkannya...atau daripada bikin dosa melulu mending diresmiin (standar anak kota)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi pertanyaan gue kenapa sih musti ditanyain, gak yakin ya kita gak minat tuk punya keluarga sendiri, tau juga mungkin orang khawatir, coz their care for us (itu kalo yang nanya keluarga gue, nyokap terutama, kalo orang laen gak tau juga motifnya apa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it can give more pressure, if they keep asking the some question, it's feel like we have a tons a burden that we to have carry on , gitu loh, bukannya gak mau atau gak pengen tapi belum nemu momentnnya kayanya (itu gue) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi gimana donk ?? apa cuma gara2 kedesek umur trus nikah, gak juga ... kalo emang ada rejeki panjang, umur panjang, dikasih kesehatan toh pada umur berapapun kita akan menjalani apa yang disebut keluarga sendiri (pastinya), pasti ALLAH SWT kasih kita the way untuk kita (it's for the best pastinya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, jangan gara2 hal diluar kita, tapi dari diri kitalah keinginan itu muncul hmmmmmmmm .... tapi kapan ya hal itu muncul di gue??? tenang ..pasti ada momentnya, and hope it's not too late ...    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-557665756642992122?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/557665756642992122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=557665756642992122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/557665756642992122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/557665756642992122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2007/05/kapan-nyusul-kapan-enjoy-aja.html' title='kapan Nyusul? kapan? Enjoy Aja'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SSELPTlqUnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/X8LxA1Gl_bo/s72-c/crs031485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-5990355691651176775</id><published>2007-05-07T12:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:43:23.296+07:00</updated><title type='text'>betapa ABG nya gue..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Rj7FBSpbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/74JpbiP5M9k/s1600-h/spazio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Rj7FBSpbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/74JpbiP5M9k/s320/spazio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061699657187154690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Setelah tulisan perdana gue, mendadak banyak pencerahan ide, spinning in my head, apalagi barusan buka friendster gue yang gak mutu itu, lagian juga kenapa juga ditulis who I want to meet &lt;b style=""&gt;LEE DONG WOOK&lt;/b&gt; …. Jadi pengen nulis pengalaman gue yang satu ini. Masih panas kali iya (udah gak hangat lagi tapi udah panas ) diotak gimana ABG-nya&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;gue (yang udah jauhhh dari umur ABG ..jauhhhhhhhhhhh bgd) ngotot untuk ikut acara minta tanda tangan. Lucu… kocak..sinting ..norak ..semua ada.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Kalo diinget2 nieh ….&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Gue tipikal orang want to do the crazy thing, norak thing untuk live up my live, maksud gue kalo kita gak do things yang norak apa yang bakal gue critain ke anak gue ntar, pasti seru aja bilang ma anak gue entarnya “Mama pernah loh..ginigitu….ginigitu…” lucu juga …..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Kalo crazyness dihubungkan apa yang gue suka orang tentunya (artis) gue tipe yang mau bgd buat liat mereka langsung, kayanya seru aja. Coba yang gue list apa kegilaan (gak gila juga sih) / kenekatan yang gue lakukan demi mereka itu yang notabene gak kenal gue juga ma gue (sodara bukan, sahabat bukan palagi musuh juga bukan) :&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAFTAR I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;DEMI F4 beli tiket VVIP (tahun kejadian tahun 2003)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ini masa gue ikut arus F4 mania, diseantero jagat perempuan (not exactly ..Hiperbol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a bgd dech gue) …. Dan akhirnya ngototlah gue beli tiket VVIP itu yang seharga HP itu (dengan resiko gak jajan sama sekali berbulan2 pada saat itu).   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Akhirnya berangkatlah gue untuk menonton konser itu (lebih tepat cuma&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Rj7KlypbWyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b6WvMyxT5l8/s1600-h/middle_1177508966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Rj7KlypbWyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b6WvMyxT5l8/s320/middle_1177508966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061705781810518818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; buat liat muka mereka aja). Sesampainya nie disana , walau dbekelin kamera sama temen gue, gue bengong aja gitu, gak ada kegiatan signifikan yang gue lakuin buat dokumentasiin mereka, karena gue hanya ternganga, diem aja (mungkin ada iler kali ya dimulut gue &lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;) teriak juga gak, waving my hand juga gak, Sepanjang konser cuma bengong dan ngomong dalam hati "wihhhhhhhhh bias juga ngeliat mereka secara langsung", tapi gimana dunk mau teriak pun tak bisa (teriak histeris gitu biar seru)…padahal dikiri kanan gue cewe2 itu (cewe semau tepatnya yang nonton) bertangis2 ria, berteriak ria…screaming their nama, waving their hands, apa ajalah buat narik perhatian …sementara gue cukup TERNGANGA AJA”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;gak mutu bgd dech ..sebal …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hasilnya ..selesai konser .. mendapat komplain dari temen2 gue, &lt;b style=""&gt;“GIMANA SIH LOE DAH DIBEKELIN KAMERA DIPAKE PUN gak , huuuuuuuuuuu&lt;/b&gt;” ....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Selain nonton konsernya, difase ini gue juga sok2an ikutan pengejaran ke &lt;b style=""&gt;BOROBUDU&lt;/b&gt;R tempat mereka nginep, hihihi ..ternyata bukan gue aja, banyak cewe2 lainnya yang ada disitu, tapi yang ada Cuma ngeliat lobby hotel , yang penuh perempuan, wishing to see F4 pastinya ... huahhhh ...dasar ...cewe gak bisa liat yang bening2 ..dikejar terussss ..........&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;DAFTAR 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Konser Brian McKnight dan sibunga plastik (tahun kejadian 2004 kayanya)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Nonton konser Brian Mc Knight, di fase ini gak gila2 amat siy, beli tiket juga festival aja, tapi untuk mendukung keriaan yang ada gue iseng beli bunga plastik,,buat seru2an ... s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;epanjang konser..sing along .... suaranya &lt;b style=""&gt;BAGUS BGD&lt;/b&gt; .... tapi nasib si bunga plastik yang gue beli cukup tragis..karena jarak panggung ma penonton mayan jauh, jadi gue lempar aja donk, yanga ada dilihat tidak, yang ada diinjek kali ...hxhxhhxhxhhxh .....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;DAFTAR 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEE DONG WOOK fan meeting (tahun kejadian baru bgd 29  April 2007 ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Nah ini ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Rj7gPSpbWzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_uXOq6zzL6Q/s1600-h/ldw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Rj7gPSpbWzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_uXOq6zzL6Q/s320/ldw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061729584519273266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;ng ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;baru, c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;ritanya disuatu hari disuatu forum yang biasa gue buka tuk update kesukaan gue akan k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;orean series ...terdapat berita LEE DONG WOOK ke jakarta,,,, wah paniklah gue..heboh...langsung telepon teman seperjuangan gue itu ...”Bo, dong wook ke jakarta, kita musti melakukan pengejaran”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;jawaban die cukup singkat ”iya..”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Akhirnya setelah telepon kanan kiri, ikutan kuis ..gak ada space yang kosong buat liat dia secara langsung, karena udah bertekad nie, musti liat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;..(penasaran aja) karena udah koleksi semua filmnya nie ya buat bukti gue fans ma dia, dari filem serial my girl, hanoi bride, sampe film bioskopnya arang dan strongest romance..masa gue gak liat dia secara langsung..GAK BGD ..GAK FANS BGD GITU ”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Jadi dengan penuh nekat dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;pengototan (bahasa apa ini??? )..gue ke PIM 2...dan bener aja,,gue Cuma didepan aja di mezza 9 tepatnya ...sementara ABG itu masuk dengan tiketnya..hhuuhuhhhh....tapi kesempatan tiba setelah berulang kali nanya si mba itu, untuk terakhirnya kalinya&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;gue tanya lagi si mba tiket itu yang jaga tiket ..”masih ada gak mba ....??” jawabnnya ”masih” .wah lsg gue lari ke ke ATM demi, sampe si ayu (temen simbiosis gue itu) sampe gue belai2n tambahin dia buat bayar tiket biar dia ikut masuk .. (meski dari kejadian ini si mba tiket itu sempet2nya bilang gak ada setelah bilang ke gue ada .siallan..bikin orang emosi aja)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;AKHIRNYA LIAT JUGA..hxxhxhxh terharu, tapi moment itu kembali lagi momen mati gaya kalo liat orang yang gue pengen liat, udah nih gue antri..dengan berdesakan itu, doronga2n (karena ulah si mba mc gadungan yang bilang gak semua dapet ttd) ... sampelah di depan &lt;b style=""&gt;DONG WOOK&lt;/b&gt; ini, &lt;b style=""&gt;sumpah bening bgd&lt;/b&gt; ..... what i do ..teteb mati gaya Cuma.ambil foto yang udah di ttd dan dikasih salam ..plus dengan suara yang gak ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;dengeran ngomong &lt;b style=""&gt;”ANNYONGHASEYO&lt;/b&gt;” dia denger juga gak kaleee ...... hah ...coba lebih berani ngapain kek .. minta nama gue ditulis kek bilang sarangheyo kek ..pakabar...how are you what ever lah ...tapi ya itulah gue Cuma diliuar aja keliatan heboh pas ngeliat orangnya .....hmmmmmm .....&lt;b style=""&gt;SOK COOL ABIESS&lt;/b&gt; (ternyata cool dan mati gaya beda tipis ..ini dari kasus gue)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Tapi untuk acara ini paling gak ada Indah Kalalo yang ikut antri berati gue gak norak2 amat untuk seseorang yang seumur gue ini (meski ada ibu2 juga sih) tapi gak signifikan juga gue mention Indah Kalalo penting gak sih??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;KESIMPULAN SEMUA KEJADIAN DIATAS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;PENGEJARAN HANYA BERDASAR PENASARAN ...TERNYATA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"  style="font-size:14;"&gt; ...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But..it feel good ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-5990355691651176775?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/5990355691651176775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=5990355691651176775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5990355691651176775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/5990355691651176775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2007/05/betapa-abg-nya-gue.html' title='betapa ABG nya gue..'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/Rj7FBSpbWwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/74JpbiP5M9k/s72-c/spazio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1503524764520618471.post-3256676389559318249</id><published>2007-05-07T12:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:17:40.416+07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERDANA ..oh PERDANA ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;Ini pertama kali gue ngetik buat blog yang baru gue bikin &lt;b&gt;MY PERDANA&lt;/b&gt; for my blog (bukan SIM card aja yang perdana). Gue sebenernya tipe pemalas untuk menulis-nulis seperti ini. Ada waktunya dulu ya jaman dulu bgd .. jaman ABG itu, gue punya some buku khusus buat nulis perasaan gue, dalam bentuk puisi lagi. Wihhh ... sampe tiga buku ..dan kalo diliat lagi..lucu juga. Gak sangka gue punya taste untuk bikin suatu puisi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Sebenernya kenapa sih orang punya blog, itu yang terpikir diotak gue, secara sahabat simbiosis gue &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANIA abiezzzz&lt;/span&gt;...... dia bisa belai2in ke warnet ..Cuma buat update blognya...atau blog yang udah dia tulis disave di words.dan dikerjakan ulang dirumah, demi melihat apa ada yang salah dari cara ngetik, tulisannya nyambung gak, hmmmmm ..give her applause dech, for her comitment to her blog, ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Akhirnya setelah gue melihat blog dia kemaren di Snappy ...hmm.. menarik juga kayanya nulis, apa yang ada diotak kita,,disuatu media ..yang bukan kita aja yang tau, dan kali aja ada pencerahan dari orang lain yang ikut membacanya... dan mungkin juga..untuk menyalurkan jiwa narsis yang emang ada disetiap orang ,,untuk menunjukkan dia siapa, pikirannya apa .... dan gue juga seorang narsis kalo dilihat2 jadi kenapa juga gue bikin blog juga ... it’s sound interesting anyway ....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="NO-BOK"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SO LET’S GO BLOG ... let we spend our time together .. writing things that come out in our head together …..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1503524764520618471-3256676389559318249?l=kalahatibicara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/feeds/3256676389559318249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1503524764520618471&amp;postID=3256676389559318249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/3256676389559318249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1503524764520618471/posts/default/3256676389559318249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalahatibicara.blogspot.com/2007/05/perdana-oh-perdana.html' title='PERDANA ..oh PERDANA ...'/><author><name>lia soedharyo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04669372984621448551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Za7aLehULD4/SoKhTcON2uI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MOoFe52Fqj4/S220/Image510.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
