<?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-1179689359461792279</id><updated>2011-11-18T06:19:40.745+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='mind'/><category term='psychology'/><category term='personality'/><category term='favorite'/><category term='the bird and the bee'/><category term='food'/><category term='books'/><category term='around us'/><category term='mobile blogging'/><category term='phobia'/><category term='music'/><category term='hate'/><category term='Out-stressed'/><category term='photos'/><category term='love'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>..starmonots..</title><subtitle type='html'>..and I have my own word..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-1223061485467936943</id><published>2010-04-06T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:43:45.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>kisah sempit dan longgar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;di sini, di pintu samping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;di pojok bagian pojok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;terpojokkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;tempat ini longgar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;terlalu longgar malah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;aku butuh pintu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;aku butuh pembatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;ingin membuatnya sebuah sekat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;karena aku sempit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;sempit sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;sen-di-ri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;terlalu longgar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;aku takut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;takut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;ta-kut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;takut terpojokkan lagi olehmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;takut dipinggirkan lagi olehmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;maaf, jika pada akhirnya hanya udara kosong yang menemaniku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;maaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;ma-af. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;karena dirimu terlalu longgar untukku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;salam hangat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;dari diri yang sempit ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-1223061485467936943?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/1223061485467936943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2010/04/kisah-sempit-dan-longgar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/1223061485467936943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/1223061485467936943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2010/04/kisah-sempit-dan-longgar.html' title='kisah sempit dan longgar'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-988323647469606718</id><published>2009-12-07T08:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:09:35.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around us'/><title type='text'>Why do people commit suicide?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://polizeros.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/suicide.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 210px;" src="http://polizeros.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/suicide.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;picture from google.com :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are the facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;In 1996, among teenagers and young adults suicide took more lives than cancer, heart disease, AIDS, birth defects, strokes, pneumonia, the flu, and chronic lung diseases *combined*.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More people die from suicide than from homicide.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rates of suicide increase with age and are highest for those over 65.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The most common method of commiting suicide is with a firearm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Men are more likely to complete a suicide (and men are more likely to use firearms), but women make more attempts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;From 1980 to 1996 the rate of suicides among children 10 to 14 years of age.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All of these facts are taken from *The Surgeon General's Call to Action to Prevent Suicide*, published in 1999 by the Office of the Surgeon General of the United States (Satcher, in Ciccarelli  &amp;amp; Meyer, 2006). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many of these facts might come as a suprise&lt;/span&gt;. We could see one fact the day before, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 out of 3 people who suicide at Mall are Men&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are the signs of impending suicide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciccarelli and Meyer (2006) explain that sometimes there are none, but &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depression_%28mood%29"&gt;DEPRESSION&lt;/a&gt; is one of the most common mental disorders associated with suicide, and depression does have signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;feelings of hopelessness or emptiness (95% ppl have ever feeling this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lack of energy or fatigue (sure, especially if you have a full-time work)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;anhedonia (inability to feel pressure or enjoyment)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;irritability (you were get the mitten by your spouse, maybe?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping problems (too much sleep or too little)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating more or less than usual (hmmm)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;physical symptoms that persist, such as headaches, stomachaches, or pain (hey, don't take it piddling!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are depressed and intend to commit suicide usually do talk about it, and this communication should always be taken seriously. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is a long-standing belief that "people who talk about it just want attention and won't really follow through," but this is not at all true&lt;/span&gt;. Satcher (2001) explain that talking about commiting suicide is a kind of "dress rehearsal", and people who intend to commit suicide may clear out desks and lockers, settle their finances, write out wills, and even seem in relatively good spirits because they have made the decision to "end it" and are looking forward to the escape (in Ciccarelli  &amp;amp; Meyer, 2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What can be done to prevent suicide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some guidelines from the &lt;a href="http://afsp.org/"&gt;American Foundation for Suicide Prevention&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen with sincere attitude of concern&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid giving unasked-for advice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask them if they experienced feeling like this before and how they managed to cope with it then&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Share a time when you felt the same way and assure them that things can and will change&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask them if they are feeling suicidal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay with them; do something together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have immediate concern, call the police for emergency intervention&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give them the number for the suicide prevention hot line and make sure they call&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Above all, a person who tries to prevent a suicide and fails should not feel responsible. In the end, if a person committed to the act of suicide succeeds, there was nothing that any bystander could really do to prevent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reference: Ciccarelli, S. K., Meyer, G. E. 2006. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;. New Jersey: Pearson Education, Inc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-988323647469606718?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/988323647469606718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-people-commit-suicide.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/988323647469606718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/988323647469606718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-people-commit-suicide.html' title='Why do people commit suicide?'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-1337039382319972582</id><published>2009-11-25T17:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:33:50.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>being 19's as odd as being 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnRKyj4Qk_c/Rg13_mxvJRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/aQta9908JIg/s400/pearl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnRKyj4Qk_c/Rg13_mxvJRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/aQta9908JIg/s400/pearl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from: picturebookillustration.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's my birthday, but not my birth date.&lt;br /&gt;just my-birth's-day :D&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am 19 now, but sometimes, I feel like an 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why I said same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. both are the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; numbers.&lt;br /&gt;b. both are the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;transition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ages.&lt;br /&gt;c. both are the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;odd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; numbers *it'll make everyone in that ages are odds, I guess* :D&lt;br /&gt;d. a,b,c &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you pick;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. yap. that's true. just see them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;-13-17-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; *even the pupils know that* LOL&lt;br /&gt;b. yap. because when (1) I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;, you could say I was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kid/child&lt;/span&gt;, but some says, I've already &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tween/adolescents&lt;/span&gt;. and (2) now I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;, you could say I'm in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;late adolescents &lt;/span&gt;age, or in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;young adults &lt;/span&gt;age :D&lt;br /&gt;c. yap. odds! LOL as I told u above, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when you were in 11, you're in the adolescents' transition&lt;/span&gt;. it makes you seems like a-girl-from-outer-space. you don't know how to enter your '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;periodstarts&lt;/span&gt;' age, and something called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puberty&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when you are in 19, you're in adolescents-to-young-adults' transition&lt;/span&gt;. and it makes you seems like a-woman-wannabe-from-very-outer-space. you have to leave all the girl's thing that you love, and starts to think what's woman thinks, and do what's woman does.&lt;br /&gt;d. yeah, a, b, c are true :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all the reason why I said that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;being 19 is as odd as being 11&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what do you think? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-1337039382319972582?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/1337039382319972582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-19-as-odd-as-being-11.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/1337039382319972582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/1337039382319972582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-19-as-odd-as-being-11.html' title='being 19&apos;s as odd as being 11'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xnRKyj4Qk_c/Rg13_mxvJRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/aQta9908JIg/s72-c/pearl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-7049055905091152182</id><published>2009-11-22T19:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:34:53.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Half in Love, Red.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rcm-images.amazon.com/images/P/0719567718.02._SL110_SCTZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 110px;" src="http://rcm-images.amazon.com/images/P/0719567718.02._SL110_SCTZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have read a book Half In Love, written by Maile Meloy which has a good story about Red that I loved. A soldier named Red meet a girl named Irene. Red likes her, but seems Irene doesn't reply his compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Overcome, he caught the girl's hand in his, but it was so lifeless and passive it made him angry. He crushed it in his grip, sliding the bones and sinews inward toward the palm, the slender fingers crossing one over the other.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    "Don't," the girl said. She pulled her hand from his but kept walking by his side, eyes straight ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're like death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;," Red said. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's no life in you. What's the point of being beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;    She stopped, and looked ready to answer, but shook her head and began to walk again. He caught her then, and kissed her hard. Her hair smelled like lilacs but her skin smelled like nothing; there was no close body scent to distinguish her from the cold night air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;then Irene offers sex to him but he rejects her. LOL *that's one of the part which I like* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    She said, without looking at him, "You're passionate, I guess."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    "You can stay with me if you like," she said.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    "You mean I can share your bed?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she said. "If you like."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    "Well, I don't," he said finally. "I don't like."&lt;/blockquote&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does he really not want it?&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freud told us, what's on a man's mind is sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. sex. sex. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then?&lt;br /&gt;yep. like I guessed before, they get laid.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"I'm going to France in the morning," he said, after a while. It suprised him to think she didn't already know.&lt;br /&gt;She looked over at him. She was close enough to kiss if he sat up a little, but he didn't want that. he just wanted her lying there. Her eyes were solemn.&lt;br /&gt;"It's going to be worse than you know," she said.&lt;br /&gt;Red looked back up at the sky. A mist had drifted in, obscuring the stars, which had moved some distance along their course, and soon the waiting would be over. After a while the girl moved her hand from behind her head and took Red's in hers, and they lay on the chill stone like an old couple in an old bed, fingers intertwined, until the sky began lo lighten, and it was time for Red to go.&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even it's in the fantasy life, we could still approve the Freud's theory that is &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's on a Man's Mind is Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v229/645/86/n1384608558_1267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 163px;" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v229/645/86/n1384608558_1267.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you agree, guys? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-7049055905091152182?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/7049055905091152182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/11/half-in-love-red.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/7049055905091152182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/7049055905091152182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/11/half-in-love-red.html' title='Half in Love, Red.'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-2624770534506164985</id><published>2009-11-02T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:26:28.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>satellite heart</title><content type='html'>yep. like anya marina's song.&lt;br /&gt;but in my verse :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;but no assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me selfish.&lt;br /&gt;call me lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;yes, you could.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;it's okee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me.&lt;br /&gt;'cuz i don't have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;as i said before.&lt;br /&gt;no assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;maybe everything.&lt;br /&gt;maybe anything.&lt;br /&gt;it could be about sun.&lt;br /&gt;or it could be about darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-2624770534506164985?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/2624770534506164985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/11/satellite-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/2624770534506164985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/2624770534506164985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/11/satellite-heart.html' title='satellite heart'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-3293948342948855520</id><published>2009-09-02T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:49:02.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Crisis</title><content type='html'>july - august - september&lt;br /&gt;that months would be the holy-months.&lt;br /&gt;why holy?&lt;br /&gt;holiday[s]?&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe holey[s] too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people pay to be paid,&lt;br /&gt;people paid to pay.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that could be normal, but unfortunately it becomes abnormal,&lt;br /&gt;when people do hard for this, do hard for that,&lt;br /&gt;and what people get is incommensurate to they did.&lt;br /&gt;it's ironic, I think.&lt;br /&gt;really makes us terribly concerned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;incomes not balance with outcomes?!.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you're right.&lt;br /&gt;outcomes are bigger now.&lt;br /&gt;holy-shit! shit! shit!&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you feel it too?&lt;br /&gt;do you curious about it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it named CRISIS.&lt;br /&gt;what kind of crisis?&lt;br /&gt;well, it could be anything.&lt;br /&gt;crisis of economy, crisis of energy, crisis of morality, even crisis of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;what can we do?&lt;br /&gt;what can we do to make it back normal?&lt;br /&gt;crying?&lt;br /&gt;life is too short to be a crybaby.&lt;br /&gt;trying?&lt;br /&gt;I even trying everything to do this, to do that&lt;br /&gt;[in order that] I can get this, can get that.&lt;br /&gt;[but] maybe it still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;hoping? wishing?&lt;br /&gt;I don't like hoping. &lt;br /&gt;[but] I always wishing something good.&lt;br /&gt;[and] it always happened, nevertheless it comes late.&lt;br /&gt;like a green day's song, I wish someone to wake me up when september ends. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like everything in disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an unexpected condition in an expected situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's making ourselves sure that the storm will passed soon.&lt;br /&gt;amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-3293948342948855520?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/3293948342948855520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/09/crisis.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/3293948342948855520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-7257537145748962156?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/7257537145748962156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/7257537145748962156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/7257537145748962156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':(('/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-90309622619188359</id><published>2009-08-18T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:49:13.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>homesick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I lose some sales&lt;br /&gt;and my boss won't be happy&lt;br /&gt;but I can't stop listening to the sound&lt;br /&gt;of two soft voices blended in perfection&lt;br /&gt;from the reels of this record that I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day there's a boy in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;asking me&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing here&lt;br /&gt;finding all my previous motives&lt;br /&gt;growing increasingly unclear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I travelled far and I burned all the bridges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I believed as SOON as I hit land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; options held before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WILL wither in the light of my plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I lose some sales&lt;br /&gt;and my boss won't be happy&lt;br /&gt;but there's only one thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;searching boxes underneath the counter&lt;br /&gt;on a chance that on a tape I'd find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a song for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; someone who needs somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to long for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; homesick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cause I no longer know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; what home is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                              -Kings of Convenience - Homesick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;when I heard it, I always wondering where I should be.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Where am I?&lt;br /&gt;Where should I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;null.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really homesick.&lt;br /&gt;missed something called home.&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know where actually my H-O-M-E is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;homesick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone out there, could you find me a way to home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-90309622619188359?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/90309622619188359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/08/homesick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/90309622619188359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/90309622619188359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/08/homesick.html' title='homesick'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-3407405525087252900</id><published>2009-06-24T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:23:46.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Having Foreplay with Hot Chocolate</title><content type='html'>di pojok pintu samping,&lt;br /&gt;aku senang duduk disitu.&lt;br /&gt;di dekat pilar persegi panjang depan jendela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senang rasanya melihat para penghuni jalanan meneriakkan klaksonnya.&lt;br /&gt;senang rasanya mendengar lagu tak jelas yang mengiang di kupingku.&lt;br /&gt;benci sih, melihat para penghuni jalanan itu selalu bergantian berteriak.&lt;br /&gt;benci sih, mendengar suara tak jelas yang selalu bergantian mendengung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh..&lt;br /&gt;nikmat rasanya..&lt;br /&gt;menikmati cokelatnya hidup.&lt;br /&gt;menikmati cokelatnya saringan nikotin.&lt;br /&gt;menikmati cokelatnya cairan di gelas itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku suka hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;selalu suka dia&lt;br /&gt;karena dia selalu tahu caranya membuat jalanan lurus di otak saya menjadi keriting.&lt;br /&gt;kenapa harus keriting?&lt;br /&gt;ya, karena otak keriting itulah otak normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah,&lt;br /&gt;otak keriting saya bisa menjadikan saya normal dalam berpikir tentang tugas-tugas itu.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;5.19pm - @pintu samping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-3407405525087252900?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/3407405525087252900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/06/having-foreplay-with-hot-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/3407405525087252900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/3407405525087252900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/06/having-foreplay-with-hot-chocolate.html' title='Having Foreplay with Hot Chocolate'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-1625844246735900776</id><published>2009-06-15T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:44:30.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Fresh Unfresh</title><content type='html'>hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the fresh health but i don't have the fresh body&lt;br /&gt;i have the fresh mind but i don't have the fresh brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it moronic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have the fresh words but you don't have the fresh mouth&lt;br /&gt;you have the fresh hearing but you don't have the fresh ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it moronic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has the fresh look but she doesn't have the fresh face&lt;br /&gt;she has the fresh cookery but she doesn't have the fresh hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it moronic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has the fresh power but he doesn't have the fresh muscles&lt;br /&gt;he has the fresh precise but he doesn't have the fresh eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it moronic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't have the fresh air in this superannuated-world&lt;br /&gt;we don't have the fresh idea in this one's-own-world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's really-super-moronic things that i ever 'speak'&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.09am,in.this.fucking-world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-1625844246735900776?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/1625844246735900776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/06/fresh-unfresh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/1625844246735900776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/1625844246735900776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/06/fresh-unfresh.html' title='Fresh Unfresh'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-8302280826772113377</id><published>2009-06-09T14:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:44:05.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>The Expressive Baby</title><content type='html'>two days after my 19th birthday, my nephew was born. it happened on march 2009 :)&lt;br /&gt;i love the baby because i saw him birth :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are his photos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Si4KH3sk-JI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LP5smF-JREQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+Copy+of+babyy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Si4KH3sk-JI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LP5smF-JREQ/s400/Copy+of+Copy+of+babyy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345220938061641874" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look at his right hand :) it was taken on 10th April 2009 :)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Si4KH3sk-JI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LP5smF-JREQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+Copy+of+babyy+1.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to shall look in more detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Si4KHnAB-LI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aXRcKllqYCA/s1600-h/Copy+of+baby+eat+richeese2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Si4KHnAB-LI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aXRcKllqYCA/s400/Copy+of+baby+eat+richeese2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345220933579831474" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the baby eat richeese :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Si4KHnAB-LI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aXRcKllqYCA/s1600-h/Copy+of+baby+eat+richeese2.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to shall look in more detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Si4KHdOTgpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xgprqNkxb2Q/s1600-h/Copy+of+Copy+of+baby+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Si4KHdOTgpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xgprqNkxb2Q/s400/Copy+of+Copy+of+baby+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345220930955346578" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;he's so cute. isn't he?&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Si4KHdOTgpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xgprqNkxb2Q/s1600-h/Copy+of+Copy+of+baby+2.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to shall look in more detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;if you don't mind, please left a comment :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-8302280826772113377?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/8302280826772113377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/06/expressive-baby.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/8302280826772113377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/8302280826772113377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/06/expressive-baby.html' title='The Expressive Baby'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Si4KH3sk-JI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LP5smF-JREQ/s72-c/Copy+of+Copy+of+babyy+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-4278112194666833720</id><published>2009-06-08T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:43:36.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Omelette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Six8RAo8J-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1Mvb950fqPQ/s1600-h/telur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Six8RAo8J-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1Mvb950fqPQ/s320/telur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344783489453271010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoahmm...&lt;br /&gt;i was still sleepy when my mom waking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huft..&lt;br /&gt;it's monday and it's clinical class :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could turn back time to april.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, april.&lt;br /&gt;i disgrasp when i remember this month is june, and it means i have to do my experiment design. sigh*&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;in this morning, i guess i want omelette..&lt;br /&gt;hihihi&lt;br /&gt;i found that picture in my gallery.&lt;br /&gt;it was taken on February 2nd, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;do you believe that i made it?&lt;br /&gt;if not, you can ask rendy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's easy to make omelette :)&lt;br /&gt;you must have two eggs, cheese *gratin*, and margarine :)&lt;br /&gt;whisk the eggs 'till it soft like foam, then pre-heat your griddle and spread margarine *you can use butter, if you have it* on it.&lt;br /&gt;pour the eggs-which-you-had-whisk on the griddle, and spread the gratin on it.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.. it smells good :D&lt;br /&gt;wait 'till the color's brownyellow :D&lt;br /&gt;take your plate, and tada!&lt;br /&gt;it's ready to eat it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-4278112194666833720?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/4278112194666833720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/06/omelet.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/4278112194666833720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/4278112194666833720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/06/omelet.html' title='Omelette'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Six8RAo8J-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1Mvb950fqPQ/s72-c/telur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-5257083864138381918</id><published>2009-06-07T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:43:14.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Wafelatos! *lezatos*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Sis2fsnBlDI/AAAAAAAAACs/smnQttj-rQM/s1600-h/Copy+of+wafelatos+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Sis2fsnBlDI/AAAAAAAAACs/smnQttj-rQM/s320/Copy+of+wafelatos+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344425300983911474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's SUNday. huft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people loves that day. but unfortunately i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;'cause it remains me about my e********t reports and stay to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;dunno why, in that morning, i want to eat tinned sardines.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the nearest-small-shop from my house.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at there,&lt;br /&gt;i bought the tinned sardines, &lt;a href="http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/06/energen.html"&gt;energen jahe&lt;/a&gt;, and wafelatos itself.&lt;br /&gt;i ever eat wafelatos before *maybe three days ago* :D&lt;br /&gt;the taste sooo PERFECTo chocolate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and i RECOMMEND youuuu! to taste the overflowing-chocolate-of-wafelatos.&lt;br /&gt;the combination of the cream and the rice crispy on it will satisfies your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;TRUST ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: the price only IDR 1,000 ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-5257083864138381918?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/5257083864138381918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/06/wafelatos-lezatos.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/5257083864138381918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/5257083864138381918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/06/wafelatos-lezatos.html' title='Wafelatos! *lezatos*'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Sis2fsnBlDI/AAAAAAAAACs/smnQttj-rQM/s72-c/Copy+of+wafelatos+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-8773198017181846718</id><published>2009-06-03T07:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:42:26.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>It's Coto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Sis4K8g1OeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_FpjBIQ-q6k/s1600-h/Copy+of+coto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Sis4K8g1OeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_FpjBIQ-q6k/s320/Copy+of+coto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344427143498906082" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday was tuesday, and i was busy enough for that day.&lt;br /&gt;it's a very HOT day! *and i think that in everywhere people feel the same too*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you something about one of my favorite food for lunch now. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;the picture that seen above is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COTO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;it contains meat, peanut and spices!&lt;br /&gt;SLURP!!&lt;br /&gt;*did i waken your appetite?* :P&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my favorite places to eat coto are COTO DEWI 5 (on Toddopuli, near with PLN), COTO DAENG (on Pengayoman, behind MP) and COTO PARAIKATTE (on Pettarani, beside new-gas-station-which-built).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;p&gt;mmm,&lt;br /&gt;when you order a portion, you'll given lime, fried onion and green onion.&lt;br /&gt;you have to 'personalized' the coto as like you want. *it's one of the 'fun' part* :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mmm,&lt;br /&gt;you can choose about a plate of rice or ketupat.&lt;br /&gt;and i suggest you to eat coto with ketupat.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;ugh..&lt;br /&gt;i guess you better eat it first and having experience of it by yourself! :P&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: i'm not responsible to all of you who want to eat coto after read this post! LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-8773198017181846718?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/8773198017181846718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-coto.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/8773198017181846718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/8773198017181846718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-coto.html' title='It&apos;s Coto!'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Sis4K8g1OeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_FpjBIQ-q6k/s72-c/Copy+of+coto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-334888094567774675</id><published>2009-06-01T07:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:41:56.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Energen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/SitBYRXIrxI/AAAAAAAAADs/wqFPsdyuFzQ/s1600-h/energen+jahe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/SitBYRXIrxI/AAAAAAAAADs/wqFPsdyuFzQ/s200/energen+jahe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344437268038332178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;today is monday.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;as usual, in every morning, i never have breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;but after i bought an energen jahe from the nearest store, i LOVE to drink it in every morning as my breakfast! LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah,&lt;br /&gt;it's different from another cereals because it contains jahe (red ginger) which can make you sweaty much! LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-334888094567774675?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/334888094567774675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/06/energen.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/334888094567774675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/334888094567774675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/06/energen.html' title='Energen!'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/SitBYRXIrxI/AAAAAAAAADs/wqFPsdyuFzQ/s72-c/energen+jahe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-149271044469720780</id><published>2009-05-31T13:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:41:21.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around us'/><title type='text'>Google Wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/SitG_ZQqitI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2YEng5kb6C0/s1600-h/Google-Wave-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/SitG_ZQqitI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2YEng5kb6C0/s320/Google-Wave-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344443437731711698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;this picture form google.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this hot SUNday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i checked out of all my accounts on all listed-sites-i-sign-to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah, maybe for friend updates, messages, requests, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after checked some of the sites, then i 'landed' on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://twitter.com/kmonoarfa"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on there, i was looking for trending topics list and i saw Google Wave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i find out it by googling then. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i 'landed' on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://googlesystem.blogspot.com/2009/05/google-wave.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tuing?? -_-a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i can't talk too much, but my 'while' conclusion is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://wave.google.com/"&gt;Google Wave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; looks like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://gmail.com/"&gt;Gmail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;let's wait 'till its 'come'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-149271044469720780?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/149271044469720780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/05/google-wave.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/149271044469720780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/149271044469720780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/05/google-wave.html' title='Google Wave'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/SitG_ZQqitI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2YEng5kb6C0/s72-c/Google-Wave-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-3751198704575210602</id><published>2009-05-30T21:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:40:50.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile blogging'/><title type='text'>nightmare before christmas :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/SitCFm9HSdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JLa4fq3Mg0A/s1600-h/FP8569%7EThe-Nightmare-Before-Christmas-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/SitCFm9HSdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JLa4fq3Mg0A/s200/FP8569%7EThe-Nightmare-Before-Christmas-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344438046928882130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this picture from google.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today, i went to MTC karebosi makassar.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to looking for a pc headset :D&lt;p&gt;at there, i came up to an accesories mobile phone store firstly :-D&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately i can't find it *hell yeah, i came to wrong store* :-P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;p&gt;but wait...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i saw something!&lt;br /&gt;what was that??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KYAAAAAAAA!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i saw a NIGHTMARE BEFORE XMAS' casing for my mobile phone!!&lt;br /&gt;and it's Glow in The Dark!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh..&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Me!!&lt;br /&gt;i've been searching that for long time ago :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh..&lt;br /&gt;how LOVEly this day!! :)&lt;br /&gt;how about urs? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-3751198704575210602?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/3751198704575210602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/05/nightmare-before-christmas-d.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/3751198704575210602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/3751198704575210602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/05/nightmare-before-christmas-d.html' title='nightmare before christmas :D'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/SitCFm9HSdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JLa4fq3Mg0A/s72-c/FP8569%7EThe-Nightmare-Before-Christmas-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-4986127905711787701</id><published>2009-05-30T14:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:45:05.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>addicted to injection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;28th May, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;i've got my first time to blood donor. of course i was the donor :)&lt;br /&gt;before that time, i've tried three times to give my blood but i didn't qualified because my weight was not enough yet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was trying on that time, when my faculty celebrate it's 9th birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;and guess what??&lt;br /&gt;i PASSED!!!!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huft..&lt;br /&gt;i was HAPPY but my heart was beating like a hammer! LOL&lt;br /&gt;my friend said that the feeling when the hypodermic needle touch the skin was soooo hurt!&lt;br /&gt;ooopss..&lt;br /&gt;my heart keep beating more than like a hammer! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;here we go!!&lt;br /&gt;it's my turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i came up to that room where two beds and a nurse were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really my turn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nurse tell me to be in bed and she measured my blood pressure first.&lt;br /&gt;i asked, "is it hurt?"&lt;br /&gt;and she just smile at me! sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she started to put the hypodermic needle into my skin softly...&lt;br /&gt;i feel NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;my friend lied to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's finish!&lt;br /&gt;hah?&lt;br /&gt;i shocked that my out-blood is 250cc :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i WANTed it more!!&lt;br /&gt;i WANT more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch...&lt;br /&gt;please give me the needle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-4986127905711787701?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/4986127905711787701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/05/addicted-to-injection.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/4986127905711787701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/4986127905711787701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/05/addicted-to-injection.html' title='addicted to injection'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-8782958061847476123</id><published>2009-05-25T01:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:36:54.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>seekor manusia yang mencoba menikmati hidup sedang mengeluh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaupun sudah malam, tetap saja terasa padat..&lt;br /&gt;entah karena &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tugas&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laporan&lt;/span&gt;* yang menumpuk minta dikerjakan, atau karena &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mata&lt;/span&gt; belum terpuaskan ditutup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepala ini penat..&lt;br /&gt;ingin pecah rasanya..&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalau pecah, nanti pakai apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang atau tunda, yang pastinya prioritas tetap pada tujuan hidup.&lt;br /&gt;tujuan hidup saat ini adalah menikmati hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menikmati hidup?&lt;br /&gt;iya, menikmati hidup.&lt;br /&gt;dengan cara membiarkan segala sesuatu terjadi dengan semestinya tanpa ada rasa menyesal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;yah.. berarti saya masih kurang bisa menikmati hidup dong..&lt;br /&gt;yah.. sepertinya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;namanya juga manusia.&lt;br /&gt;kamu manusia bukan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-8782958061847476123?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/8782958061847476123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/05/seekor-manusia-yang-mencoba-menikmati.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/8782958061847476123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/8782958061847476123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/05/seekor-manusia-yang-mencoba-menikmati.html' title='seekor manusia yang mencoba menikmati hidup sedang mengeluh'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-5666239323816045001</id><published>2009-03-07T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:37:13.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bird and the bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>the bird and the bee - how deep is your love</title><content type='html'>click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opJtIYBgLDg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to hear the bird and the bee how deep is your love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-5666239323816045001?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/5666239323816045001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/03/bird-and-bee-how-deep-is-your-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/5666239323816045001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/5666239323816045001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/03/bird-and-bee-how-deep-is-your-love.html' title='the bird and the bee - how deep is your love'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-2297974122238158060</id><published>2009-03-07T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:36:15.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bird and the bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>the bird and the bee - don't stop the music (rihanna cover)</title><content type='html'>click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7IxtPFFzsU"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to hear the bird and the bee - don't stop the music (rihanna cover)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-2297974122238158060?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/2297974122238158060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/03/bird-and-bee-dont-stop-music-rihanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/2297974122238158060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/2297974122238158060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/03/bird-and-bee-dont-stop-music-rihanna.html' title='the bird and the bee - don&apos;t stop the music (rihanna cover)'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-8996778805792373995</id><published>2009-03-07T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:35:40.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bird and the bee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>the bird and the bee - love letter to japan</title><content type='html'>From the west to the east I have flown to be near you&lt;br /&gt;I have come all this way to be close, to be here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now, all my heart I will lay down precisely at your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved, oh my sweet&lt;br /&gt;All the gifts you have given me&lt;br /&gt;The patience and the peace,&lt;br /&gt;Cherry blossoms and the candy,&lt;br /&gt;I am yours, I am yours&lt;br /&gt;For as long, for as long as you will have me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest one, I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;I mouthed the words,&lt;br /&gt;The sound came out,&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to you in Japanese&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my love I cannot see, I heard your name&lt;br /&gt;I know at once there was no place I'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;All at once there was no place that I would rather be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the west to the east I have flown to be near you&lt;br /&gt;I have come all this way to be close, to be here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now, all my heart I will lay down precisely at your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved, oh my sweet&lt;br /&gt;All the gifts you have given me&lt;br /&gt;The patience and the peace,&lt;br /&gt;Cherry blossoms and the candy,&lt;br /&gt;I am yours, I am yours&lt;br /&gt;For as long, for as long as you will have me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed my bag, I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;I am prepared for any season&lt;br /&gt;I am prepared to stay&lt;br /&gt;Here is my heart, my beating heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I'm longing for this love affair to start&lt;br /&gt;How I'm longing for this love affair to finally start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the west to the east I have flown to be near you&lt;br /&gt;I have come all this way to be close, to be here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now, all my heart I will lay down precisely at your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved, oh my sweet&lt;br /&gt;All the gifts you have given me&lt;br /&gt;The patience and the peace,&lt;br /&gt;Cherry blossoms and the candy,&lt;br /&gt;I am yours, I am yours&lt;br /&gt;For as long, for as long as you will have me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[... Japanese ...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the west to the east I have flown to be near you&lt;br /&gt;I have come all this way to be close, to be here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now, all my heart I will lay down precisely at your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved, oh my sweet&lt;br /&gt;All the gifts you have given me&lt;br /&gt;The patience and the peace,&lt;br /&gt;Cherry blossoms and the candy,&lt;br /&gt;I am yours, I am yours&lt;br /&gt;For as long, for as long as you will have me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-8996778805792373995?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/8996778805792373995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/03/bird-and-bee-love-letter-to-japan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/8996778805792373995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/8996778805792373995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/03/bird-and-bee-love-letter-to-japan.html' title='the bird and the bee - love letter to japan'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-5715923542845931661</id><published>2009-03-05T08:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:34:13.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>gak usah dibaca,, gak penting</title><content type='html'>hari ini gak telattt!! yippie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patut dicatat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah dibilang,, gak usah dibaca.. gak penting, kan? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-5715923542845931661?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/5715923542845931661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/03/gak-usah-dibaca-gak-penting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/5715923542845931661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/5715923542845931661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/03/gak-usah-dibaca-gak-penting.html' title='gak usah dibaca,, gak penting'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-7226510303611801273</id><published>2009-02-26T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:35:02.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><title type='text'>hehehe ^^v</title><content type='html'>let me updating my blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like quiz.&lt;br /&gt;this was tagged by issa samichat on facebook :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,, click &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to get the quiz :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-7226510303611801273?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/7226510303611801273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/02/hehehe-v.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/7226510303611801273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/7226510303611801273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/02/hehehe-v.html' title='hehehe ^^v'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-5135590921525927307</id><published>2009-02-12T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:33:24.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phobia'/><title type='text'>Technophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, today i went to my faculty's library :D. at there, i get shocked when i see a book with a title: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Technophobia "The Psychological impact of information technology" by Mark Brosnan&lt;/span&gt;. Why??? Cuz I always thought that every people needs technology, but how come a-part-of-them could have phobia on that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... so I read that and found these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is Technophobia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. a resistance to talking about computers or even thinking about computers.&lt;br /&gt; 2. fear or anxiety towards computers.&lt;br /&gt; 3. hostile or aggressive thoughts about computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Jay, 1981:47)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Does it exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer anxiety is a real phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Moldafsky and Kwon, 1994:301)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who has it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One third of the entire population of the industrial world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Brosnan and Davidson, 1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*What The ..????!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Both anxiety and (negative) attitudes have been identified as factors contributing to a sense of technophobia. Sex differences have been identified - females have been found to possess more computer anxiety than males, and more negative attitudes. These findings have not been consistent, with some research indicating no sex differences. Recent research has implied that it is psychological gender, rather than biological sex, that relates to technophobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well. it could be reducted with a programme, that is called technophobia reduction programme. The people who has the phobia, have to touch the computer with brave firstly :) and bla bla bla until the people type and doing something with the computer *include destroy 'em??* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but we have Question that is "Could this be the way forward??". The answer is YES. If you believe the technophobia reduction programme will work! And if not, just read on.. and wait the time to be ready ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... but i guessed that it's just only happened on long time ago, cuz for the future, no one feels anxiety with computers.. cuz everyday,everytime,everyminute people will face 'em. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i think that's all. gotta go home.. (bye) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It (the digital revolution) offers the priceless intangible of friendship, community and understanding.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Wired, 1996:43-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;source:&lt;/span&gt; Brosnan, Mark J., Technophobia: The Psychological Impact of Information Technology. 1998. London: Routledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-d corner of libraryBM,classBM-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-5135590921525927307?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/5135590921525927307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/02/technophobia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/5135590921525927307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/5135590921525927307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/02/technophobia.html' title='Technophobia'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-5633740177005589852</id><published>2009-01-29T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:31:47.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>it's called Lovingitis</title><content type='html'>iya..&lt;br /&gt;ini memang tentang cinta..&lt;br /&gt;ini juga tentang penyakit..&lt;br /&gt;sebut saja penyakit cinta..&lt;br /&gt;kerennya, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVINGITIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;penyebab:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;menemukan orang/sesuatu yang disayangi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;menyayangi orang/sesuatu itu bahkan melebihi rasa sayang pada dirinya sendiri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gejala:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;demam cinta, bisa jadi malarindu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nafsu makan tak stabil selama belum melihatnya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;asma *sesak napas* saat mendengar suaranya/melihat matanya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;insomnia bila tak mendengar suaranya/melihatnya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jantung berdebar-debar saat di dekatnya/mendengar suaranya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sariawan, karena kurang vitamin C(inta)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sakit kepala, bila tidak mendengar kabarnya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: gejala diatas hanya gejala umum, gejala dapat berbeda pada setiap orang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pertolongan pertama dan penanggulangannya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;meneleponnya/mengirim sms kepadanya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;melihat fotonya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;melihat sms-smsnya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mendengar pesan audionya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pergi ke tempat kalian pernah datangi/pertama kali bertemu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;memasak masakan yang kalian pernah masak bersama *jika pernah*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;berbicara dengan teman dekatnya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;curhat denganNya *Dia Maha Tahu*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jika sudah sangat akut, tidak ada jalan lain selain menemuinya :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika kalian yang sedang mengalaminya, tiada hal yang diperlukan selain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SABAR&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sesungguhnya orang-orang yang bersabar, akan selalu diberikan hadiah olehNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;missedhimode:ON-suatusoresetelahujan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-5633740177005589852?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/5633740177005589852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-called-lovingitis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/5633740177005589852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/5633740177005589852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-called-lovingitis.html' title='it&apos;s called Lovingitis'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-6623290701022216173</id><published>2009-01-13T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:26:50.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>menghabiskan *sisa* waktu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;gimana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya gitu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;denganmu, waktu terasa lambat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tanpamu, waktu harus terasa sangat cepat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku kangen kamu, tau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;selalu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya kalo gada kamu, aku harus melakukan sibuksibuksibuk supaya jikalau kamu di sampingku, aku tak sibuk lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bukan kamu yang menemaniku, akulah yang menemanimu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-6623290701022216173?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/6623290701022216173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/01/menghabiskan-sisa-waktu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/6623290701022216173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/6623290701022216173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/01/menghabiskan-sisa-waktu.html' title='menghabiskan *sisa* waktu'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-154243266306531272</id><published>2009-01-04T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:26:26.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>aku sayang kamu&lt;br /&gt;titik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;rasa yang gila.&lt;br /&gt;gila. aneh.&lt;br /&gt;bisa aja.&lt;br /&gt;karena aku sayang kamu&lt;br /&gt;itu aja.&lt;br /&gt;ga tau kenapa.&lt;br /&gt;jangan tanya kenapa.&lt;br /&gt;aku merasa.&lt;br /&gt;bukan yang membuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sayang kamu&lt;br /&gt;titik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;@grusycafe - withim - 0800pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-154243266306531272?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/154243266306531272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmmm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/154243266306531272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/154243266306531272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-1903123932997353044</id><published>2008-12-10T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:25:48.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>hilang sepi punah</title><content type='html'>hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini apa lagi, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entahlah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya juga ga tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aneh&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aneh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;biarkan saja..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mau meng&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ingat&lt;/span&gt; saja..&lt;br /&gt;kemarin dulu lebaran,&lt;br /&gt;tapi tak seperti lebaran biasanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;sepi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iyaa...&lt;br /&gt;sepi...&lt;br /&gt;entah ke&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mana&lt;/span&gt; semua &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;orangorang&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;hanya suara yang menemaniku..&lt;br /&gt;suara siapa?&lt;br /&gt;tanya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ayam&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kok bisaa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iyaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;bisa saja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orangorang sok sibukkk...&lt;br /&gt;orangorang sok warawiri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entah apa mereka ingat mereka..&lt;br /&gt;sesama makhluk&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nya&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ataukah&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;daging yang bergenerasi seperti &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mereka&lt;/span&gt; itu disimpan saja dalam lemari-listrik-dingin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mereka&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya tauuuu...&lt;br /&gt;itu bukan urusan saya...&lt;br /&gt;memang...&lt;br /&gt;itu urusan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mereka&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saya&lt;/span&gt; sebagai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mereka&lt;/span&gt; hanya meng&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ingat&lt;/span&gt;kan kepada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mereka&lt;/span&gt;..  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lusanyalebaran - sekedarunutwaktu mode:&lt;/span&gt; ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-1903123932997353044?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/1903123932997353044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2008/12/hilang-sepi-punah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/1903123932997353044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/1903123932997353044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2008/12/hilang-sepi-punah.html' title='hilang sepi punah'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-2697323488091439010</id><published>2008-12-03T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:23:06.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>kacaukanku, kaca.</title><content type='html'>entahlah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jujur&lt;/span&gt; di depan.&lt;br /&gt;tapi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;racun&lt;/span&gt; di belakang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamu memberitahuku semua yang aku tak lihat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iya&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku selalu jalan ke depan..&lt;br /&gt;jarang ngeliat ke belakang..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;males deh, sejarah&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamu ngasih tau ke aku, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semuasemuashithings&lt;/span&gt; di belakangku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;makasih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi tau gak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hari ini, sumpah-demi-sumpah! aku BENCI ma kamu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimana gak!&lt;br /&gt;kamu selalu nyoba nusuk aku pake sudutmu yang paling tajam!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgh!!&lt;br /&gt;sakit tau!&lt;br /&gt;anjing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hari ini, sumpah-demi-sumpah! aku BENCI ma kamu!!!&lt;/span&gt; *lagi*&lt;br /&gt;gimana gak!&lt;br /&gt;kamu (dulu) janji. apapun yang aku simpan di kamu, kamu jaga.&lt;br /&gt;nyatanya apaaa???&lt;br /&gt;kenapa mama tirinya snow white bisa tau??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kurap!!&lt;br /&gt;iblis!&lt;br /&gt;arrgh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hari ini, sumpah-demi-sumpah! aku superBENCI ma kamu!!!&lt;/span&gt; *lagi dan lagii*&lt;br /&gt;kenapa????!!!&lt;br /&gt;nanya lagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kamu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PECAH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu salah kamu!&lt;br /&gt;itu salah kamu!!&lt;br /&gt;itu salah kamu....!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan bawa-bawa aku!!!&lt;br /&gt;kamu sudah pecah berserakan!&lt;br /&gt;menyisakan sampah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;gantian, ya?&lt;br /&gt;kali ini, aku yang nyimpan sampah kamu!&lt;br /&gt;tapi sayang, sampah kamu abadi..&lt;br /&gt;aku males nyimpan.&lt;br /&gt;gimana kalo aku buang juga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sekalian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soalnya kamu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RACUN&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;gimana gak..&lt;br /&gt;kamu itu ada raksanya!&lt;br /&gt;gak bisa nyatu ma darahku!&lt;br /&gt;ntar aku jadi mutan, lagi!&lt;br /&gt;gak mau!&lt;br /&gt;aku gak mau jadi mutan!&lt;br /&gt;cukup!&lt;br /&gt;aku tak akan jadi mutan lagi!&lt;br /&gt;ini sudah bentuk terbaik dari transformasiku!&lt;br /&gt;jangan kacaukan aku, plisss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalo kamu mau kacaukan aku,&lt;br /&gt;tunggu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aba-aba&lt;/span&gt; dariku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supaya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kamu puas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; pun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;tunggu.&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;dua&lt;br /&gt;three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eee&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rr&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oo&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oooorrr&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rrrrrr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puas?&lt;br /&gt;gak?&lt;br /&gt;gak masalah..&lt;br /&gt;kamu emang gak pernah ada.&lt;br /&gt;jadi ini hanya terjadi di otakotorku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ngarep ini terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;sejauh mana pikiran kamu bisa main?&lt;br /&gt;itu yang terjadi..&lt;br /&gt;jadi?&lt;br /&gt;jadi.. silahkan saja membayangkannya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;otakotoracunih&lt;/span&gt; mode: &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-2697323488091439010?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/2697323488091439010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2008/12/kacaukanku-kaca.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/2697323488091439010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/2697323488091439010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2008/12/kacaukanku-kaca.html' title='kacaukanku, kaca.'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-8219536022978141005</id><published>2008-11-27T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:22:10.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='around us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>hujan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;iya..&lt;br /&gt;sekarang lagi hujan..&lt;br /&gt;ntah nanti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hujan hilang diharap..&lt;br /&gt;hujan datang hina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heran.&lt;br /&gt;heran.&lt;br /&gt;heran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dasar manusia.&lt;br /&gt;tak pernah puas, tak pernah memuaskan, tak pernah dipuaskan.&lt;br /&gt;dasar manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;apaaa??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kamu tersinggung??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jadi kenapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dasar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baru saja aku bilang manusia, kalian sudah merasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ngaca dong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakah manusia namanya, korupsi dimana-mana?!&lt;br /&gt;apakah manusia namanya, membantah orang tua?!&lt;br /&gt;apakah manusia namanya, membuat tanah menangis?!&lt;br /&gt;apakah manusia namanya, tak pernah ikhlas dan syukur?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hujan lebih baik darimu, manusia!&lt;br /&gt;dia selalu ikhlas mengerjakan tugasnya, walau dia enggan melihat tanah kalian sudah rapuh dan becek!&lt;br /&gt;hujan lebih baik darimu, manusia!&lt;br /&gt;dia selalu bersyukur melihat kalian saling bertanya kabar setelah ia mengerjakan tugasnya dengan ikhlas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;masih tidak tahu diri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terserahmu sajalah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aku juga &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;manusia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sudut mati, hari ini hujan mode: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-8219536022978141005?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/8219536022978141005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2008/11/hujan.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/8219536022978141005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/8219536022978141005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2008/11/hujan.html' title='hujan?'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-5964146398896073128</id><published>2008-11-25T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:21:04.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out-stressed'/><title type='text'>A B K (part. 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A B K&lt;/span&gt;  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bisa ditebaakk.. ini bukan tentang Anak Buah Kapal.. ato *** lain.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini tentang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Anak Berkebutuhan Khusus&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memang...&lt;br /&gt;ini tentang &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dunia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;abnormal&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekedar info, dulu namanya &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anak Luar Biasa&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;cuma, lebih dinormalkan menjadi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anak Berkebutuhan Khusus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini, saya mulai *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melihat-lihat&lt;/span&gt;* tingkah laku (dkk) tentang mereka..&lt;br /&gt;terutama &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tuna Grahita&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi yang amnesia, tuna grahita itu mirip autis..&lt;br /&gt;hanya saja, beda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedanya apa, saya juga masih meng'kaji'nya..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banyak hal-hal baru yang saya ketahui tentang mereka, ABK umumnya..&lt;br /&gt;mulai dari cara mereka bersosialisasi, berpikir, memandang hidup...&lt;br /&gt;semuanya &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNIK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasihan teman saya....&lt;br /&gt;kenapa???&lt;br /&gt;karena mereka mendapat *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bagian&lt;/span&gt;* tuna rungu, tuna netra...&lt;br /&gt;mereka harus berusaha-bagaimana-mereka-lancar-berkomunikasi untuk mengetahui kebiasaan dan kebisaan dari para ABK (selain tuna grahita)...&lt;br /&gt;hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu hal lagi, mengutip senior saya, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jika anda mencari *muka* saja, di SLB banyaaakkkk..!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hwakakakakakkakakakkakakkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hal ini, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fakta!&lt;/span&gt;  ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untuk dokumentasi, nantilah saya aplot di fesbukkk *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kartika monoarfa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*...&lt;br /&gt;ini lagi laloddd..&lt;br /&gt;dan saya sedang membutuhkan energi ekstra untuk besokkkk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so?&lt;br /&gt;so? buhbyeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tunggu ABK selanjutnyaaa&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-5964146398896073128?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/5964146398896073128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2008/11/b-k-part-1.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/5964146398896073128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/5964146398896073128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2008/11/b-k-part-1.html' title='A B K (part. 1)'/><author><name>Kartika Monoarfa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450224205328015067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwwDdF6PFKY/Srsqhy8k1PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/sHjaXWhVewk/S220/Picture+078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1179689359461792279.post-3843491806258952454</id><published>2008-11-24T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:19:58.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out-stressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>new?</title><content type='html'>entahlah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin hasil dari bentukan endapan gejala stress, akhirnya saya membuat blog *akun* baru..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;postingan lama bisa dilihat di&lt;a href="http://kmonoarfa.blog.friendster.com/"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya tahu, itu sudah basi dari yang terbasi..&lt;br /&gt;tapi, apa salahnya jika saya ber-narsis ria dengan mempostingnya lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adakah yang protes?&lt;br /&gt;silahkan..&lt;br /&gt;tak ada yang melarang..&lt;br /&gt;selagi anda saya ijinkan untuk memprotesnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1179689359461792279-3843491806258952454?l=miss-tika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/feeds/3843491806258952454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://miss-tika.blogspot.com/2008/11/new.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/3843491806258952454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1179689359461792279/posts/default/3843491806258952454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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