<?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-2671523600269175135</id><updated>2011-12-24T05:53:58.698-08:00</updated><category term='on my mind'/><category term='Go Around'/><category term='Inside'/><category term='How to Make'/><category term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>i'll be on my way..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-6094971412989715271</id><published>2011-11-27T06:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T09:35:13.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Abroad (3): Singapore, The Clean City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st day: November 9th, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were leaving for Soekarno Hatta Airport by Damri bus from Bogor at 03.45 am I (Indonesian West Jave Time). The flight departed at 05.40 WIB. We arrived at 06.25 in Changi Airport. There, we had several hours to enjoy this awesome airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;This airport is really clean and cool. The building itself, the facilities, and the interior was so amazing. This building was made with high-technology construction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfAoGx0bd3o/TtJFPhcT3kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/m-T-Dl6Y0L8/s1600/Changi+ariport+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfAoGx0bd3o/TtJFPhcT3kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/m-T-Dl6Y0L8/s320/Changi+ariport+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6mCMQLDwPxI/TtJF07gZ1ZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0JMh0T66dO4/s1600/Changi+ariport+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6mCMQLDwPxI/TtJF07gZ1ZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0JMh0T66dO4/s320/Changi+ariport+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Changi Airport, we took the MRT (Mass Rapid Transit) to go to the Lucky Plaza Apartments,at Orchard Rd. I think It took half an hour to get there. Arriving at Lucky Plaza, we had lunch in the food mall at basement floor. There were some choices of food stall. For moslem, make sure that the stall has halal certificate. First day, I had japanese food called...hmm...I think it's Beef Teriyaki,hehe. Nice but I gave 2 stars of 5 stars for the taste. After having lunch, we went upstairs to our apartment. Our room wasn't ready, so we were waiting for about an hour.Then, after the room was ready, we took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we go to IKEA store in Alexandra. We took the EW (East West line) MRT to the Queenstown, and then took the bus, hmm...in my memory it's bus 195, At IKEA, I can see many nice furnitures and some other stuffs for home. Walking around the store, I imagine to have a nice home with warm sweet interior to live in with mas cintaku and our kids in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the apartment by bus and having dinner at food mall in basement floor. I had a kind of soup that night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd day: November 10th, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clarke Quay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5chlCJel6x4/TtJJLURZdFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/31ItTRHs58U/s1600/CQ+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5chlCJel6x4/TtJJLURZdFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/31ItTRHs58U/s200/CQ+1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnUrrJ3KsxU/TtJJVCS7LGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wTCzm6OYt90/s1600/CQ+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MnUrrJ3KsxU/TtJJVCS7LGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wTCzm6OYt90/s200/CQ+2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oXgUFu9sJx8/TtJJHDMGyMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZBklJJRrNBY/s1600/CQ+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oXgUFu9sJx8/TtJJHDMGyMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZBklJJRrNBY/s200/CQ+3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Vivo City, Harbour Front&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSpNPjmnWQo/TtJNO0jUI4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/WVAnw_xx4xk/s1600/vivo+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSpNPjmnWQo/TtJNO0jUI4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/WVAnw_xx4xk/s320/vivo+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Dhoby Ghaut Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQ2cg7lcsMs/TtJNpqWSVgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z2kz7wO9JnQ/s1600/dhoby+gaut+green.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQ2cg7lcsMs/TtJNpqWSVgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z2kz7wO9JnQ/s320/dhoby+gaut+green.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Brass Basah&lt;br /&gt;5. Mustafa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day: November 11th, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hot Park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eyi35rhpH4I/TtJORp39atI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IOyrzkUgf38/s1600/HP+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Eyi35rhpH4I/TtJORp39atI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IOyrzkUgf38/s320/HP+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aay6bphT8Q/TtJOWLdMdMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3eQmhN5UApg/s1600/HP+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aay6bphT8Q/TtJOWLdMdMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3eQmhN5UApg/s320/HP+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Alexandra Arch Bridge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfhJJS4Wsno/TtJQtAEJ4CI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Vhglj2cirf0/s1600/Alexa+bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfhJJS4Wsno/TtJQtAEJ4CI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Vhglj2cirf0/s320/Alexa+bridge.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7L8cCOEZbgQ/TtJPtH28lAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HwByBOU-5xQ/s1600/helix+bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. China Town&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hWiVSxAwm8E/TtJYRoIEPlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MzMsUlh5_iY/s1600/China.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hWiVSxAwm8E/TtJYRoIEPlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MzMsUlh5_iY/s320/China.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. On the way to Marina Bay Sand from China Town&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t17hvNUk_60/TtJZd4Si7YI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DKP3pXz4OI0/s1600/Marina+bay+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N92kSCJBFaI/TtJZgOsNQWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/llUUVZR9l2U/s1600/Merlion+Park.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Marina Bay Sands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t17hvNUk_60/TtJZd4Si7YI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DKP3pXz4OI0/s1600/Marina+bay+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t17hvNUk_60/TtJZd4Si7YI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DKP3pXz4OI0/s320/Marina+bay+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Merlion Park &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N92kSCJBFaI/TtJZgOsNQWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/llUUVZR9l2U/s1600/Merlion+Park.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N92kSCJBFaI/TtJZgOsNQWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/llUUVZR9l2U/s320/Merlion+Park.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Esplanade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkFw71xzoMU/TtJbEZ-hQ0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/kZik7v8s3_M/s1600/esplanade+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkFw71xzoMU/TtJbEZ-hQ0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/kZik7v8s3_M/s320/esplanade+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; The Helix Bridge&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M2Ubs2lgTBY/TtJbc3EhNCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hWeA0M789Xw/s1600/helix+bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M2Ubs2lgTBY/TtJbc3EhNCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hWeA0M789Xw/s320/helix+bridge.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Shoppes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmhRcrQX6e8/TtJb4m2mf4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/9QqRU6JRkcI/s1600/Shopes+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmhRcrQX6e8/TtJb4m2mf4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/9QqRU6JRkcI/s320/Shopes+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFoscp-3RZg/TtJcgLL6EmI/AAAAAAAAAII/vvxFUo88ssc/s1600/wonderful+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; Wonder Full&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFoscp-3RZg/TtJcgLL6EmI/AAAAAAAAAII/vvxFUo88ssc/s1600/wonderful+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFoscp-3RZg/TtJcgLL6EmI/AAAAAAAAAII/vvxFUo88ssc/s320/wonderful+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day: November 12th, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;1. Bugis Street&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kampung Glam&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Masjid Sultan&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&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/2671523600269175135-6094971412989715271?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/6094971412989715271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=6094971412989715271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/6094971412989715271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/6094971412989715271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2011/11/go-abroad-singapore-clean-city.html' title='Go Abroad (3): Singapore, The Clean City'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfAoGx0bd3o/TtJFPhcT3kI/AAAAAAAAAFw/m-T-Dl6Y0L8/s72-c/Changi+ariport+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-3471653812938490655</id><published>2011-11-21T14:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T15:12:21.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><title type='text'>Will he?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sd4V_9qR7Qg/TsralR9KFVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1oo1Fp8UaRM/s1600/100_4572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sd4V_9qR7Qg/TsralR9KFVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1oo1Fp8UaRM/s320/100_4572.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 days left....in november...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that november would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...he hasn't do anything for that plan.&lt;br /&gt;...feel so bad about that.&lt;br /&gt;There's a bit passion.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's transformed into silence. &lt;br /&gt;Hard to laugh, to touch softly, to smile, to hope more.&lt;br /&gt;Can't enjoy our time well...&lt;br /&gt;will he...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-3471653812938490655?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/3471653812938490655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=3471653812938490655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/3471653812938490655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/3471653812938490655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2011/11/will-he.html' title='Will he?'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sd4V_9qR7Qg/TsralR9KFVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1oo1Fp8UaRM/s72-c/100_4572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-1289605879233351463</id><published>2011-11-02T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T09:58:13.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Listener</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, November 1st, 2011....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being sad a day before, finally I got the bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 years old girl, living in her sister's house in a good neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;She just more realizes that she has annoying things around her.Well, it's not the worst ones.But, still, she believes that God loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female lives with her...&lt;br /&gt;She has big ego. She thinks she's never wrong. "sorry" and "thanx" are the most expensive things so this female can't think to say them in her daily life.&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous that this female wants other to get intropection while many persons around her think exactly&amp;nbsp; that she's annoying. Silly that she said:"keep staying clean" while her room so far from that words.&lt;br /&gt;She often doesn't care when the garbages in the basket are so full, need to take them to the garbage place outside. But once when she must clean all the house, she will feel that she's good at keeping the clean environment.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A male lives with her...&lt;br /&gt;Miauw miauw miauw....can't you please be silent for some time?&lt;br /&gt;Even he can't be a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bad day....&lt;br /&gt;Over 00.00....That female complained to me that I ignored my responsibility to keep the house clean.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got annoyed. I swept floor of all the house then mopped it.&lt;br /&gt;I also cleaned the toilet.I could see from her face that she thought she was a winner.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't try to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;I finished all that houseworks at 2.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day...&lt;br /&gt;I was having short sleep....but had to go to work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big male who lives outside...&lt;br /&gt;He often comes into this house. That day, he came into and was eating my cat's food.&lt;br /&gt;He was under the chair.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get him out by holding his hand and then pulled him.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't like it and then he bited me....it was hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt...it's hurt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I still have God who really loves me.&lt;br /&gt;God always listens to me and gives many happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I have mom also who is really nice person. Proud to have her in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miracle from God that I got next year is mas cintaku.&lt;br /&gt;He listens to me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Glad that he's more patient than me.&lt;br /&gt;Love u heel erg,hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that life is beatiful.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, November 2nd, 2011&lt;br /&gt;23.00 pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2671523600269175135-1289605879233351463?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/1289605879233351463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=1289605879233351463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/1289605879233351463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/1289605879233351463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2011/11/yesterday-november-1st-2011.html' title='The Listener'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-1536150732147480891</id><published>2011-10-25T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T09:06:12.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Here</title><content type='html'>I am here now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finnally God gives me a chance to feel it.&lt;br /&gt;How this thing grows well in my land of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the nature as a wonderful scene but I often see it also as a muddy one.&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit surprised that someone can make me heel erg strong but he also can make me heel erg weak more than once&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked that I could stay up till dawn, feel sad when missing him, feel bad when cannot feel the passionate flame inside him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's distance that speaks a lot here many times, so I can't feel him inside. But, still, I can't deny that distance can't stop me to feel him inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love speaks loudly, I can hold on with my smile...&lt;br /&gt;While love is in silence, what can&amp;nbsp; I do to hold this tears?&lt;br /&gt;Will u do anything for me to keep the sunshine and stop the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2671523600269175135-1536150732147480891?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/1536150732147480891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=1536150732147480891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>Forward</title><content type='html'>Time goes so fast&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can't change the past&lt;br /&gt;This present time is a start to my future&lt;br /&gt;Incredible one, I'm sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how strong my willing to be on my way&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be here too long&lt;br /&gt;No reason to stay&lt;br /&gt;I want to sing my own song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, is that u that I wait for all of my life?&lt;br /&gt;Take me soon&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your wife&lt;br /&gt;Then we kiss under the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;I should move my feet&lt;br /&gt;Efforts are something to pay&lt;br /&gt;Prayer to do then we can meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts from now...&lt;br /&gt;Come on, dont't go too slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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type='text'>Een Jaar: Dat is Klopt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Een jaar ago... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've found you as you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, I love you exactly just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Een jaar ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've found you and me as different persons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, I still like us exactly as different persons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The difference is we know how to place each other ego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you like the way we share smiles and tears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For me, it's learning process to grow together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A tough way to defeat the fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, you can frame it all as the sweetest things ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mijn schatje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will you always maintain patiently our deep intention?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To go through our long way of life to our destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe in you, mijn schatje.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mijn lieverd, we've already got the rhytm and tone&lt;br /&gt;Since then, we are never alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's all about loving and taking care each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; Mijn lieverd, may we walk further....&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/2671523600269175135-8019590646971132864?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/8019590646971132864/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-7832450407816091465</id><published>2011-08-13T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T01:14:44.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><title type='text'>She Needs Him to Wipe Her Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXeemyqg040/TkeDu7iVQJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qUMXGLWL-JQ/s1600/lada.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXeemyqg040/TkeDu7iVQJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qUMXGLWL-JQ/s400/lada.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When a man is connected to a woman, get ready for the man to experience a lot of emotional times with the woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a woman, I really realize that I am an sensitive creature. So, it’s true that women cry easily more than men. Crying is one of emotional way of woman to make her feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crying is defined by Wikipedia as the act of shedding tears in response to one’s emotional state (or to the emotional state of others, if you’re empathetic). Most of us find women cry more than men do&lt;/b&gt;. Even for a simple thing, women can cry ’till their eyes get swollen. (&lt;a href="http://forquestions.com/why-do-women-cry-more-often-than-men/117"&gt;http://forquestions.com/why-do-women-cry-more-often-than-men/117&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The characteristic "emotional" applied more to women (A 2001 Gallup Poll). So, men….do u know what the reasons are that women cry more easily than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;Psychologically, women’s hearts are much softer and far more sensitive than men&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;It doesn’t mean men don’t cry. Ironically, this is because men pretend or even try their best to hold their tears which is going to roll on their cheeks as they feel ashamed. According to men, crying is done only by women and not men. (&lt;a href="http://forquestions.com/why-do-women-cry-more-often-than-men/117"&gt;http://forquestions.com/why-do-women-cry-more-often-than-men/117)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol start="2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hormone &lt;b&gt;prolactin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;the hormone responsible for      milk production that also controls the neurotransmitter receptors in our      tear glands, present in blood and tears.), which contributes to how much      people cry, is more prevalent in women than in men.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Women's tear ducts are also      shaped a little differently from men's, which could be either a cause or      an effect of increased crying [Source: &lt;a href="http://people.howstuffworks.com/framed.htm?parent=women.htm&amp;amp;url=http://select.nytimes.com/gst/abstract.html?res=F70B15FF3C5B0C708DDDA90994DD404482"&gt;New      York Times&lt;/a&gt;]. (&lt;a href="http://people.howstuffworks.com/women1.htm"&gt;http://people.howstuffworks.com/women1.htm&lt;/a&gt; ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Under a microscope, cells of female tear glands look different than men's. Also, &lt;b&gt;the male tear duct is larger than the female's, &lt;/b&gt;so if a man and a woman both tear up, the woman's tears will spill onto her cheeks quicker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Another common explanation is that &lt;b&gt;some societies encourage women to cry while discouraging men from crying.&lt;/b&gt; [Source: &lt;a href="http://people.howstuffworks.com/framed.htm?parent=women.htm&amp;amp;url=http://select.nytimes.com/gst/abstract.html?res=F70B15FF3C5B0C708DDDA90994DD404482"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt;]. (&lt;a href="http://people.howstuffworks.com/women1.htm"&gt;http://people.howstuffworks.com/women1.htm&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When a woman is crying, she needs to be comforted by her man.&lt;br /&gt;Men, do you want to know how to comfort the crying woman?these are some Ideas for you (&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Comfort-a-Crying-Woman"&gt;http://www.wikihow.com/Comfort-a-Crying-Woman&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If a woman decides to cry on you, let it happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whatever  you do, do not try to stop her from crying. She will just divert the  tears to storage for later. Let her cry as long as she wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If the woman &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; your girlfriend, first think back through the past few minutes and try to determine what you did/said/thought to upset her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; If you find it, apologize and embrace her. Stop doing that behavior immediately and never do it again. If you still can’t find anything you may have done, said, or thought to upset her, then you may, in fact, not be the problem. But you &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; be part of the solution! This is where the real technique comes in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have a handkerchief ready, but do not use it until the woman has stopped crying, unless she appears to be drowning in her tears/messing up her makeup&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hug. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When the woman appears to be running out of tears, it is acceptable to either embrace her gently and quickly around the shoulders or gather her to your chest if you two are intimate. If this happens, it is acceptable to murmur something to the line of “There there,” or “Shhh, it’s alright.” or something more close like &lt;b&gt;“It’s okay, I’m here for you baby.”, if you two are a couple.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once she has had time to wipe her eyes and nose, ask her what is wrong in a soft voice, and don’t expect a coherent answer&lt;/b&gt;. She may simply burst into tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;again, and you may repeat all of the above steps of this procedure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Women’s tear-producing organs work at 300 percent of their normal capacity when they are menstruating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If the woman tells you what is wrong, first determine if you can help her to fix the problem&lt;/b&gt;. If you can help her fix the problem, tell her so and ask her if she wants you to help her fix it. This is especially effective with girlfriends. If you see no way that you are able to help her fix the problem, then apologize and tell her that you cannot help her fix the problem. If you know anyone whom you think can help her fix the problem, recommend that she talk to them and enlist their help. Tell her you hope she gets her problem fixed, and&lt;b&gt; if the woman seems not to be too wrapped up in the situation (or scary), tell her she can talk to you again if she ever needs a shoulder to cry on. If a woman comes to a man with a problem then generally she wants to feel supported and safe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Always have handkerchiefs and a spare shirt or jacket handy in case of a crying woman attack&lt;/b&gt;. You never know when women will cry. Sometimes women will cry on you just because they need to cry at that time. They will tell you so after she has gotten rid of her excess tears. Tell this woman that you are very glad to be of service, and that you hope she had a satisfactory crying experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actually, women cry when they feel inadequate, when they are confronted by situations that are difficult to resolve or when they remember past events. Men, meanwhile, tend to cry from empathy or when a relationship fails.(&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/6334107/Women-cry-more-than-men-and-for-longer-study-finds.html"&gt;http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/6334107/Women-cry-more-than-men-and-for-longer-study-finds.html)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a long distance relationship, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;a woman sometimes cry fast because she’s unable to do something to reach her man that she’s missing a lot, near her.&lt;/b&gt; She exactly realizes that when she cries, her man will feel so bad, annoyed, tired. Then she will regret for crying. The worst thing that cling in her mind is: does my man has an idea to end up this relationship because so bored and tired with me as spoiled woman?Oh !!then she feels so scared for that thought! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; margin: 12pt 0in 0.0001pt 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thank God that mijn lieverd is so patient for me. Hope you are always here for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Miss and love you much, mijn lieverd :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #134f5c;" /&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #134f5c;" /&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/2671523600269175135-7832450407816091465?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/7832450407816091465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=7832450407816091465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/7832450407816091465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/7832450407816091465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2011/08/she-needs-him-to-wipe-her-tears.html' title='She Needs Him to Wipe Her Tears'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXeemyqg040/TkeDu7iVQJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qUMXGLWL-JQ/s72-c/lada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-2940290547581087597</id><published>2011-08-01T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T03:24:52.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Go Around'/><title type='text'>Go Abroad: I Love Berlin (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1255702620"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1255702621"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since long time ago, I have a dream to travel around the world. Well, maybe it's too much but at least, I've been abroad now,hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Berlin is the first city in Europe that I visited. I'm lucky one because parents asked me to go with them visiting my sister. My parents were there for 5 weeks but I and my sister were there for only 2 weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I found many interesting and wonderful things when I was staying in Berlin. I found Berlin as clean city with good sistematic transportation. I enjoyed going to one spot to another spot with U-Bahnhof, S-Bahnhof, tramp, or bus (sometimes) as public transportation. It's so different from Indonesia. I almost haven't found those public transportation was so full with persons inside,hehe. I saw many great buildings here, public facilities, signages, and street furnitures in all streets. I experienced to walk a lot among people in fast way. I wasn't used to, but I tried to enjoy it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I visited some places here for two weeks:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15 May 2011: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Bradenburger Tor, Reichstag, World Clock, East Side Gallery, &amp;amp; Potsdamer&amp;nbsp; Pla&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPlTRwoW28Y/TjZsc3UjomI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PimL4B7nuGk/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPlTRwoW28Y/TjZsc3UjomI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PimL4B7nuGk/s320/a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Left to right: Bradenburger Tor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Reichstag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5R9rCyahIvc/TjZsflogEdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GOesAzKjw8g/s1600/b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5R9rCyahIvc/TjZsflogEdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GOesAzKjw8g/s320/b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Left to Right: World Clock, East Side Gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B__wxeCuB1c/TjZslgPc0OI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Eun1ahKD0oQ/s1600/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B__wxeCuB1c/TjZslgPc0OI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Eun1ahKD0oQ/s320/c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let to Right: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Potsdamer&amp;nbsp; Plat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;21 May 2011: Mama Yes, Prenzlauerberg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rice Queen Restaurant&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eSaq1GJrf1c/TjZvdRl5w2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/A4Swdqt9fMM/s1600/e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eSaq1GJrf1c/TjZvdRl5w2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/A4Swdqt9fMM/s320/e.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Rice Queen Restaurant (find delicious Indonesian food here! hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Touring on Spree River by Boat&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O5oXR_rRB_I/TjZu8O3EPgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9xiIQwn8KtY/s1600/d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O5oXR_rRB_I/TjZu8O3EPgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9xiIQwn8KtY/s320/d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Beautiful Spree River!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;22 May 2011: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;Luisenplatz, Park Sanssouci, historische Mühle, Hollandische Viertel, Potsdam&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b7zQS_ekHIA/TjZ3kbC4DoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2VfC4kdkAOs/s1600/g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b7zQS_ekHIA/TjZ3kbC4DoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2VfC4kdkAOs/s320/g.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Left to Right: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Welcome Gate in Potsdam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;Park Sanssouci (Postdam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NI38iHflIwI/TjZ3oietwII/AAAAAAAAAEs/7cdnT7P890A/s1600/f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NI38iHflIwI/TjZ3oietwII/AAAAAAAAAEs/7cdnT7P890A/s320/f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;Hollandische Viertel (Potsdam) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, although I enjoyed being in Berlin, the adaptation needed to the weather. It's cold there. Even when the sunshined, we could feel the cool wind touched our skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our skin became dry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This condition made my parents could stand to say "We wanna go home!",hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Next time, we need to bring something i.e. a kind of cosmetique for skin, especially for face, that could solve our dry skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;For all those things, the most special thing is that I finally met my love face to face here. Really miss that moment, hope we meet soon...love and miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Fantastic journey! thanx to my family :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So, I'm looking forward to going abroad next time in my future. It's gonna be more amazing journey :).&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/2671523600269175135-2940290547581087597?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/2940290547581087597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=2940290547581087597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/2940290547581087597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/2940290547581087597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2011/08/go-abroad-i-love-berlin.html' title='Go Abroad: I Love Berlin (2)'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPlTRwoW28Y/TjZsc3UjomI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PimL4B7nuGk/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-4198098031578879646</id><published>2011-06-15T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T08:36:35.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>Senyuman di Seluruh Penjuru Belanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q53ArmxA1Ew/TfjJSgE_juI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LFH9zGhRh6s/s1600/main+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q53ArmxA1Ew/TfjJSgE_juI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LFH9zGhRh6s/s320/main+pic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.123rf.com/photo_4756594_family-with-two-kids-bicycling-in-dutch-countryside-tulip-fields-on-background.html"&gt;Ibu dan anak belanda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanflowerproject.com/index.php/weblog/comments/tulip_itinerary/"&gt;Sepasang anak Belanda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/http://holykaw.alltop.com/dutch-kids-are-the-happiest"&gt;Anak-anak Belanda tersenyum ceria &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari berbicara tentang kebahagiaan. Seluruh manusia di dunia pastilah ingin hidup bahagia dan setiap orang memiliki pandangan tersendiri dalam memaknai kebahagiaan.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, marilah berbicara tentang Negara &lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belanda"&gt;Belanda&lt;/a&gt;. Memori saya, sebagai orang Indonesia (yang belum pernah kesana), langsung menampilkan bangunan-bangunan indis di Indonesia, konser-konser jazz dan musik pop di Pusat Kebudayaan Indonesia-Belanda yang dahulu kerap saya tonton, keju yang &lt;i&gt;yummy &lt;/i&gt;banget bagi saya, dan bunga-bunga tulip yang hanya saya lihat di sebuah poster di kantor saya. Juga tentu saja, sepatu kayu dan kincir angin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa saya membicarakan kedua hal di atas? Kebahagiaan dan Negara Belanda berkaitan erat satu sama lain. Berdasarkan sebuah survei di tahun 2011, Belanda mendapat peringkat pertama sebagai &lt;a href="http://www.dutchdailynews.com/netherlands-happiest/"&gt;negara yang paling bahagia di dunia&lt;/a&gt; dan &lt;a href="http://www.dutchdailynews.com/dutch-children-happiest-in-europe/"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dutchdailynews.com/dutch-children-happiest-in-europe/"&gt;nak-anak negeri kincir angin ini adalah yang terbahagia di Eropa&lt;/a&gt;. Hmm, ternyata para orang tua dan masyarakat telah menyadari pentingnya kebahagiaan dan mengupayakannya kepada putra - putri mereka semenjak masa kanak-kanak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa sih yang membuat anak-anak Belanda ini menjadi anak-anak paling bahagia di Eropa? Karena penasaran, saya pun mencari tahu. &lt;i&gt;Well, these are the factors&lt;/i&gt; ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara ekonomi, Belanda adalah negara kaya. Memang uang bukan segala-segalanya tapi tidak dapat dipungkiri bahwa dengan uang, manusia bisa mendapatkan hal-hal untuk meraih kebahagiaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana dengan pendidikan? Anak-anak memperoleh pendidikan pertama kali dari keluarga. Mereka lahir dan dibesarkan di lingkungan keluarga. Menyadari hal ini, para ibu di Belanda berusaha memberikan banyak waktu untuk merawat anak-anak mereka semenjak lahir, sementara para ayah bekerja keras untuk mencari nafkah. Ibu-ibu yang bekerja, segera mengambil cuti yang sangat panjang. Selain itu, jam bekerja di Belanda lebih pendek dibandingkan negara-negara di Eropa lainnya. Pendidikan formal di sekolah juga memberikan fasilitas-fasilitas dan mengadakan kegiatan-kegiatan ekstrakurikuler yang dapat mengasah kreativitas anak-anak. Pihak media, khususnya televisi, juga tak mau ketinggalan. Mereka menayangkan acara-acara khusus bagi anak-anak Belanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hal kesehatan, berdasarkan sebuah &lt;a href="http://www.groundreport.com/Health_and_Science/Ranking-of-the-best-healthcare-services-in-Europe_3/2908689"&gt;data di tahun 2009&lt;/a&gt;, Belanda memiliki sistem perawatan kesehatan yang terbaik di Eropa. Dengan demikian, kesehatan anak-anak Belanda pastilah terjamin. Antusiasme yang tinggi untuk berolahraga, contohnya sepak bola, seni bela diri, juga kebiasaan bersepeda, membuat mereka sehat, bugar, dan bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwzrdCIwLlU/TfjJieVYjXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uMrjSo94zMA/s1600/kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwzrdCIwLlU/TfjJieVYjXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uMrjSo94zMA/s320/kids.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.dutchdailynews.com/dutch-children-happiest-in-europe/%20"&gt;Anak-anak Belanda bersepeda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal lainnya adalah hubungan mereka dengan orang tua, saudara-saudara, teman-teman, dan masyarakat sekitarnya. Dalam sebuah keluarga Belanda, hubungan anak-anak dan orang tua, dilandasi oleh keterbukaan dan sifat komunikatif sehingga mereka bisa saling berbicara tentang apapun. Namun, orang tua tetap menanamkan kedisiplinan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pergaulan dengan teman-teman dan masyarakat, tidak ada tekanan-tekanan sosial yang mengharuskan mereka untuk menjadi apa yang masyarakat inginkan. Secara fisik, beberapa fasilitas publik seperti restoran, toko-toko retail, menyediakan space bermain bagi anak-anak.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, apa yang saya sebutkan di atas, tentu saja menumbuhkan rasa kebahagiaan bagi anak-anak Belanda. Mereka memiliki pemikiran positif bahwa mereka bisa menjadi diri sendiri, bebas berkreatifitas, dan memiliki keyakinan akan karir yang bagus di masa depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak heran jika Belanda menjadi negara maju yang penuh kenyamanan. Semuanya berawal dari kesadaran para orang tua, masyarakat, dan pemerintah untuk mengupayakan kebahagiaan sejak masa kanak-kanak. Kebahagiaan membuat manusia tersenyum. Sekarang saya membayangkan berada di Belanda dan menikmati ‘senyuman-senyuman’ di setiap sudut negara ini.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-4198098031578879646?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/4198098031578879646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=4198098031578879646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/4198098031578879646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/4198098031578879646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2011/06/senyuman-di-seluruh-penjuru-belanda.html' title='Senyuman di Seluruh Penjuru Belanda'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q53ArmxA1Ew/TfjJSgE_juI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LFH9zGhRh6s/s72-c/main+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-771070847278104828</id><published>2011-04-21T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T21:16:19.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to Make'/><title type='text'>Go Abroad: The Experience of Making Passport ( 1 )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year, I will have the experience to go abroad. My sister in Berlin, Germany, asked me to go with our parents to visit her and my brother in law (they pay for me,hehehe). I haven't go abroad. So, the first step to take is making passport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We make passport in &lt;a href="http://www.imigrasi.go.id/"&gt;Imigration Office&lt;/a&gt;. Actually, based in information there, we can start to apply by online way. But I chose to apply by going directly to the office. I live in Bogor, West Java. So, I went to &lt;a href="http://www.imigrasi.go.id/index.php?option=com_contact&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;contact_id=78&amp;amp;Itemid=67"&gt;Imigration Office in Bogor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The steps to make passport:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A.&amp;nbsp; 1st: &lt;a href="http://www.imigrasi.go.id/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=151&amp;amp;Itemid=84"&gt;Collect the documents&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt; Go to the imigration office to buy the application folder (the price is 15,000 Rupiah) plus get the application&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;form. Fill the form at home and prepare some documents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)&lt;/b&gt; The documents to prepare (original and copy documents)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; Family card (Kartu Keluarga)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Identification card as Indonesian Resident (Kartu Tanda Penduduk)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birth Certificate (Akte Kelahiran) or/and Education Certificates (both of them is better)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you've already worked in a company, don't forget to enclose the letter which explain you as the employee of&amp;nbsp; the company where you work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS&lt;/b&gt;: I got the information that passport can be made in all area in Indonesia but the important one is the place where you live as the data in Family Card and Identification Card as Indonesian Resident is the same one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)&lt;/b&gt; Then if the documents are complete, go back and collect them to the imigration office. It's better if you go there before 8.00 am so you can get the beginning numbers in queue. I came at 7.45 am and I got the 4th turn in queue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4)&lt;/b&gt; After you collect it and the officer says that it's complete, she/he will give you a paper that tells you when you must be back to do the interview, take the photo of you, and pay the administration process (the price is 255,000 Rupiah).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;B. 2nd: The interview process.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5)&lt;/b&gt; For days after you collect the documents, you will do the the interview, take the photo of you, and pay the administration process. If you wanna get the beginning number in queue, you should come at about at least 7.00 am. My sister got the 8th turn in queue. I came at 8.45 am and I got the 689th turn in queue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6)&lt;/b&gt; After this second process, the officer will give you the paper to take the passport. It's about 4 days after the interview part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;C. 3nd: Well done: get the passport! :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7)&lt;/b&gt; Passport can be taken at 13.00 pm - 15.00 pm. I came at 1.00 pm so I can get it as fast as I can :p. It takes few minutes to wait the officer preparing our passport, maybe about 20 minutes. Then, they start to call your name to take the passport. He/she will ask you to make a copy of the passport (the first and last pages which contains our data) and make signature in a book as the proof that you've already taken the passport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time: it takes 8 days (It doesn't include Saturday and Sunday).&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fee: prepare 270,000 Rupiah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's not really difficult, right? Good luck and veel plezier! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-771070847278104828?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/771070847278104828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=771070847278104828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/771070847278104828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/771070847278104828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2011/04/go-abroad-experience-of-making-passport.html' title='Go Abroad: The Experience of Making Passport ( 1 )'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-6142762844677123997</id><published>2011-04-03T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:33:29.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zevende: What A Romance!</title><content type='html'>I am here, in the romance episode of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a boy, so young and innocent. He has nice smile and good looking appearance.&lt;br /&gt;We fall in love in the first sight, through the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget the feeling that time, the most wonderful feeling that I've ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st and 2nd: He cared for me a lot, gave me time to talk each other before he slept. Then, I could slept well everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd: he had a problem then it made him talked a lot about the bad things inside him. This time, we could say that we still love and tried to hold on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th: Now..I don't know what will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep and I cried a lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-6142762844677123997?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/6142762844677123997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=6142762844677123997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/6142762844677123997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/6142762844677123997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2011/04/zevende-what-romance.html' title='Zevende: What A Romance!'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-2404826830815898396</id><published>2011-03-13T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T04:53:10.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>I just need time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to spend good times with you&lt;br /&gt;to see you give me more attention&lt;br /&gt;to feel you within my heart&lt;br /&gt;to erase all this loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know exactly what time is...&lt;br /&gt;until you realize that time is so important&lt;br /&gt;until you can make time for me&lt;br /&gt;until you can sacrifice your time for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then time will speak to us&lt;br /&gt;we just need time to speak each other from our hearts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-2404826830815898396?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/2404826830815898396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=2404826830815898396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/2404826830815898396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/2404826830815898396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2011/03/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-3481676937223585807</id><published>2011-02-16T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T07:51:14.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>C . A . R . E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conviction...to be kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Affection...to be grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Reaction...to be shown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enthusiasm...to be felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;~ Dien's ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bogor, Woensdag, 16 Februari 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-3481676937223585807?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/3481676937223585807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=3481676937223585807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/3481676937223585807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/3481676937223585807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2011/02/c-r-e.html' title='C . A . R . E'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-8694702801280607632</id><published>2011-02-15T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T05:34:58.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>A Point of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sweet, then tastes a bit bitter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Half, then seems almost empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Near, then looks a kind of further&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A hundred, then sounds to be twenty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't give me a rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If I can't smell it with my nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't say it's a smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If I just can see it for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;These sentences are unspoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's your deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't say it will be broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Find and reach me for real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;~ Dien's ~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bogor, February 14,2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-8694702801280607632?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/8694702801280607632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=8694702801280607632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/8694702801280607632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/8694702801280607632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2011/02/point-of-silence.html' title='A Point of Silence'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-2453331001459186282</id><published>2011-02-15T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T06:27:02.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><title type='text'>Ik Mis Je Lievert...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The third week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know what is happened to me but it so tortures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel like dying sometimes. Oh, forgive me for being like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't sleep at night and do cry before I sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wish he could feel what I feel..will he care for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feels him so faraway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't contact him all days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I need to connected him more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When will he convince me with all his heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I imagine...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He sends me messages in his break time at office, asking me, "how are you doing, what are you doing?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He sends me message when he goes home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He sends me messages to asking me a "welterusten" or a bit sweet talk, even just for few minutes before he goes sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He remember me all day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I need him to convince me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To reach me to his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wish he knew all my thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He's too busy with his life and also feel so tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He just need his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm just an invisible old woman&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;whatever...am I too demanding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ Diens ~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bogor, February 15th, 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At my lonely night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&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/2671523600269175135-2453331001459186282?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/2453331001459186282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=2453331001459186282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/2453331001459186282'/><link 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term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>To Be</title><content type='html'>To listen to all my happiness and sadness&lt;br /&gt;To wipe away my tears then pain a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;To throw away my loneliness then bring me a bunch of joy&lt;br /&gt;To kill the pain inside then take care of me without any pill to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To share all your happiness and sadness&lt;br /&gt;To take my hands for wiping away your tears then pain a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;To give me a chance for throwing away your loneliness then bring you a bunch of joy&lt;br /&gt;To let me kill your pain inside then take care of you without any pill to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hold hands each other while we're walking together on the road of life&lt;br /&gt;To stare at each other when we face the hardest time on the process of growing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be here then stay not for a while...sincerely&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I need you...badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bogor, February 12th, 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. 20 am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-832513290264938312?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/832513290264938312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=832513290264938312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/832513290264938312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Rindu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TUrtTeF1KmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sdx0CwldLjA/s1600/kana+rezise.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TUrtTeF1KmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sdx0CwldLjA/s320/kana+rezise.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rindu membiru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hampir seminggu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aku menunggu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Rindu pun menderu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Rindu mengiris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Senyum pun terkikis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sendu tak mampu kutangkis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sepi tiada menipis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Rindu membara &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Seiring cinta yang menggelora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Terselip lara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Rindu tiada bermuara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aku rindu kamu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my silent night,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bogor, Thursday, February 3rd, 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Rindu'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TUrtTeF1KmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sdx0CwldLjA/s72-c/kana+rezise.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-4825879116292097297</id><published>2011-01-20T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T22:19:27.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>A Bitter Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TTkkhpfhgVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FyZWPqK00EA/s1600/bunga+bawang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TTkkhpfhgVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FyZWPqK00EA/s320/bunga+bawang.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here she comes....a young woman, a best friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;In a bitter look of her tired eyes, I discover her story. It's about her yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask her, "What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;She answered in a weak voice, "I don't like my yesterday. I found that my man was too busy and I didn't hear anything from him. I need to hear something from him, maybe more than he needs. It's like a different thing in my boring day, a real one which comes from my dream. Reading his words is just like an exciting experience of my days. That's why I became mad when I didn't hear anything from him. I felt the objection for his reason of the busy day. It didn't make sense for me because he had break times. I could only accept that he's really tired, one thing that melted my heart. Well, I just can't do anything except trying to forgive him. Let him to find the way from his heart for me. Sorry to say, seems that I'm too much chasing him..no more begging :p. Perhaps, it sounds like a selfish part of mine. I just wanna say the truth what I felt from my deepest heart, something that I dislike. Actually, It's not about blaming him because I know that he loves me, doesn't he? Hmm...no no no....God is the only one who knows one's heart. Well...I'm just a human, unfortunately I'm a woman. Fortunately, I'm a woman in love..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she's looking at me in a calm way for few minutes. It's like that she's trying to say, "It's okay...everything's gonna be alright...".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-4825879116292097297?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/4825879116292097297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=4825879116292097297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/4825879116292097297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/4825879116292097297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2011/01/bitter-yesterday.html' title='A Bitter Yesterday'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TTkkhpfhgVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FyZWPqK00EA/s72-c/bunga+bawang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-8441402926951754031</id><published>2011-01-18T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:19:23.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Band and Bandung</title><content type='html'>O...o...o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a busy weekend! but I enjoyed it although I felt so tired then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday, January 15th..&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's the first experience for me to sing in a wedding ceremony, although it's a small one.&lt;br /&gt;I sang two old songs: I Started A Joke (Bee Gees) and Why Do You Love Me (Koes Plus). It was an honour for me that a band of Bogor Botanical Garden allowed me to sing in their performance.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is I didn't perform excellent but the good thing is I met new persons (most of them were old men :D) so it was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday, January 16th....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Driver of the travel car was blowing the horn...it's 3.50 am! Oh my God! I didn't hear the alarm....I was awaked in shock! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Without taking a bath, I left the house and just brought a bag with few stuffs. I was on my way to Bandung to visit my best friend, Lina and her family, Dito, the husband and Mare, their cute son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at their home, I saw Lina was so busy as a mom, preparing some food in the kitchen. Dito was holding Mare. Nice family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the sunny Sunday. They took me to having lunch in a restaurant called WaLe (Warung Leyla). It was a restaurant with ethnical javanese&amp;nbsp; athmosphere, trying to bring the hommy sense. The restaurant has some kinds of bakso, mie, and rice in the menu. I ordered Yamie Manis and Susu Kedelai. In my opinion, the Yamie tasted good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had finished with the lunch, I went with them to the baby shop and bicycle shop.Lina and Dito wanted to buy a bike for them and one for Mare.I just got a knowledge about the life of young couple with their baby,hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time went fast. I must be back to bogor at 6.30 pm. Waiting for the travel car for a half and hour, finally it was here so I felt glad after bored for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was arrived at home, Bogor at 11.30 pm then went to bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all...my busy nice weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-8441402926951754031?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/8441402926951754031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=8441402926951754031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/8441402926951754031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/8441402926951754031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2011/01/band-and-bandung.html' title='A Band and Bandung'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-7058749467793969506</id><published>2011-01-09T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T07:26:43.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>You and Me (4th Love Song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;From the first moment you stared at me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You could show that adorable blue ocean infront of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;From the second time you smiled at me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You could spread&amp;nbsp; the happines around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;From the third chance you talked to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You could whisper the sweetest music inside of me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;‘Till the 4th month you touch me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You have given the gorgeous you for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It’s you and me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aku rindu kamu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aku cinta kamu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;...4ever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bogor, December 28th, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;...on a wonderful day of us...&lt;/i&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/2671523600269175135-7058749467793969506?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/7058749467793969506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=7058749467793969506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/7058749467793969506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/7058749467793969506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-and-me-4th-love-song.html' title='You and Me (4th Love Song)'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-2017719781322650996</id><published>2010-12-19T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:21:24.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to Make'/><title type='text'>Fish Met Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, just like another week, I tried to learn cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;This time, I asked my best friend, Anggit, to help me with this cooking lesson. We were learning together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;We would to make fish because I had already had the fish for the week in the freezer. Another vegetable dish menu was soup, to warm our body :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;So, this is the result of our cooking :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TQ6soqSrJSI/AAAAAAAAADs/lVyNoEduVJs/s1600/100_4283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TQ6soqSrJSI/AAAAAAAAADs/lVyNoEduVJs/s320/100_4283.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Fish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TQ6smm29FDI/AAAAAAAAADo/p1qiKcOvtLg/s1600/100_4281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TQ6smm29FDI/AAAAAAAAADo/p1qiKcOvtLg/s320/100_4281.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Soup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Do they look pretty delicious? let me tell you about the taste...they were good, not really bad,hehehe :)&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/2671523600269175135-2017719781322650996?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/2017719781322650996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=2017719781322650996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/2017719781322650996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/2017719781322650996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/12/fish-met-soup.html' title='Fish Met Soup'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TQ6soqSrJSI/AAAAAAAAADs/lVyNoEduVJs/s72-c/100_4283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-5755809821201363375</id><published>2010-12-17T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:50:31.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to Make'/><title type='text'>Tofu and Water Spinach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tofu"&gt;tofu&lt;/a&gt;...usually it's white but you can also find yellow ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;This time,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ipomoea_aquatica"&gt;water spinach&lt;/a&gt; was going to accompany the tofu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Then both of them were two things that I had last week to be my lunch menu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;So, the tofu would be cooked as "Sweet (Java) Marinated Tofu&lt;a href="http://indonesia-eats.blogspot.com/2010/07/tahu-bacem-java-marinated-tofu.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Tahu Bacem)".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Here is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://indonesia-eats.blogspot.com/2010/07/tahu-bacem-java-marinated-tofu.html" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sweet (Java) Marinated Tofu recipe (Tahu Bacem)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TQuJINoQ93I/AAAAAAAAADg/MxUQzW5vxME/s1600/res.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TQuJINoQ93I/AAAAAAAAADg/MxUQzW5vxME/s320/res.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My cooking result...unfortunately, it's not really sweet enough as the ones that I've tried in Yogyakarta. I think I should try it another time with more palm sugar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I found an interesting recipe about Tahu Bacem, just check it out:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://indonesia-eats.blogspot.com/2010/07/tahu-bacem-java-marinated-tofu.html"&gt;http://indonesia-eats.blogspot.com/2010/07/tahu-bacem-java-marinated-tofu.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Next, we'll have the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indonesian-culinary.com/recipe/27/120/vegetable/sauteed-water-spinach-_-tumis-kangkung/"&gt;Sauteed Water Spinach Recipe (Tumis Kangkung)&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TQuI1lCpClI/AAAAAAAAADc/m7OemxgPz2A/s1600/res1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TQuI1lCpClI/AAAAAAAAADc/m7OemxgPz2A/s320/res1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think, I gave too many red chillies,hehhehe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Look at to this site:&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indonesian-culinary.com/recipe/27/120/vegetable/sauteed-water-spinach-_-tumis-kangkung/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://www.indonesian-culinary.com/recipe/27/120/vegetable/sauteed-water-spinach-_-tumis-kangkung/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/a&gt;, as the source of the recipe that I used to cook the water spinach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I'm still learning so it's a nice lunch for me. Now, I'm thinking what I will learn this week :).&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/2671523600269175135-5755809821201363375?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/5755809821201363375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=5755809821201363375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/5755809821201363375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/5755809821201363375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/12/tofu-and-water-spinach.html' title='Tofu and Water Spinach'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TQuJINoQ93I/AAAAAAAAADg/MxUQzW5vxME/s72-c/res.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-519535007972354662</id><published>2010-12-07T16:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T05:56:18.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><title type='text'>Lukisan Jiwa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Wingdings; panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:2; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1 {page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle.&lt;/i&gt; The other is as though everything is a miracle."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Albert Einstein-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Suatu sore, saya menerima sebuah pesan singkat di telepon genggam saya. Seorang teman baik menanyakan kabar saya. Kemudian saya menjawab, “Kabarku baik. Kamu apa kabar?:)”.. Lalu dia pun menjawab, “Baik….hanya saja aku merasa sudah saatnya untuk memasuki kehidupan dewasa…&lt;i&gt;Help me&lt;/i&gt;!”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Begitulah awaln&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;ya. Pesan singkat tersebut mengingatkan saya akan apa yang saya lakukan selama ini, selalu berusaha tumbuh dan berkembang dalam kehidupan dewasa. Terbayang kembali kecemasan yang saya alami saat memasuki usia 20 tahun…rasanya seperti akan memasuki dunia baru yang mengerikan! Tidak dapat dipungkiri, akhir tahun memang selalu mengingatkan manusia untuk melakukan sebuah intropeksi atas apa yang telah dilakukan setahun yang lalu sehingga bisa menjadi lebih baik di masa mendatang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pertanyaan selanjutnya, apakah ini wajar terjadi pada seorang wanita 27 tahun?Ah, jangan bohong, pasti Anda semua akan berkata, “Gila! Setua ini belum menemukan jati diri! Kemana saja selama ini?”. Mau tak mau, saya harus mengatakan bahwa fakta berbicara demikian dan saya berpendapat hal ini wajar-wajar saja,hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau boleh saya berkata jujur, saya bukan termasuk dalam kategori manusia bermental baja. Mungkin itulah yang menjadi kendala saya dalam melangkah maju. Saya selalu sulit membuat keputusan dan kurang percaya diri atas segala potensi yang ada dalam diri saya. Namun, dengan berproses dari tahun ke tahun, saya semakin meyakini bahwa saya memiliki kelebihan-kelebihan yang menjadi kekuatan bagi diri saya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melihat, Mengamati, dan Mendengarkan &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya merasa mulai berproses untuk tumbuh dan berkembang beberapa tahun yang lalu ketika saya bertemu dengan manusia-manusia yang sekarang menjadi sahabat-sahabat saya. Terima kasih Tuhan atas karunia ini :). Perlahan-lahan, saya bisa merasakan perubahan itu. Jalan cerita hidup saya pun berkembang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Seolah memasuki sebuah ruangan baru, kami bersama-sama belajar untuk melukis ‘keindahan’ dalam kehidupan ini. Hitam, putih, monokrom, warna-warni pun tergoreskan dalam kanvas kehidupan. Wow! Tanpa disadari, kami berhasil menciptakan lukisan….inilah lukisan jiwa-jiwa kami. Saya pun berhasil menciptakan lukisan jiwa saya, melalui proses melihat ke dalam diri saya dan mengamati lukisan jiwa-jiwa di sekeliling saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TP7OsHGOapI/AAAAAAAAADU/Cu9Q6YGcrLw/s1600/IMG_3285r.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TP7OsHGOapI/AAAAAAAAADU/Cu9Q6YGcrLw/s320/IMG_3285r.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nah...inilah lukisan jiwa-jiwa di sekelilingku.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setiap orang itu unik!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya, itulah salah satu cara saya untuk tumbuh dan berkembang : saya tidak segan-segan untuk mengamati manusia-manusia di sekeliling saya, misalnya bagaimana cara mereka meyikapi segala hal dalam hidup ini. Selain itu, saya juga mencoba untuk mendengarkan mereka. Kemudian, saya mencoba untuk menyerap hal-hal yang bermanfaat, tentu saja bukan berarti saya lalu menjadi orang lain,hehehe. Dengan melihat ke dalam diri saya sendiri, saya tetaplah menjadi diri saya sendiri.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Para&lt;/st1:place&gt; sahabat mengajari saya tentang persaudaraan dan kekeluargaan, tentunya selain persahabatan. Dari sinilah, saya bisa ‘kembali’ ke keluarga saya untuk menerapkan nilai-nilai tersebut sehingga saya memiliki cara yang lebih baik dalam berkomunikasi dengan keluarga saya. Saya merasa bisa lebih mengenal keluarga saya, sebagai ayah, ibu, saudara-saudara saya, dan sebagai manusia. Hidup menjadi lebih bermakna. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dilema Nyata dan Maya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Sudah sejak lama, saya mendambakan untuk menemukan partner hidup saya. Mungkin semakin lama keinginan saya tersebut semakin kuat karena faktor usia dan juga tuntutan dari keluarga,hahaha. Oleh sebab itu, saya pun mulai berusaha untuk membuka diri terhadap lawan jenis,hehehe. Telat banget ya, padahal masa-masa puber sudah lama berlalu :p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kehidupan dunia nyata saya hanya berkutat pada dunia kerja dan rumah. Kadang saya kesepian dan salah satu ‘pelarian’ saya adalah dunia maya. Tidak sepenuhnya saya hanya bergaul disini, tapi saya pun bisa menambah wawasan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tahun ini, di dunia maya, saya menemukan sebuah lukisan jiwa istimewa yang saya sukai dan membuat saya jatuh cinta. Pasti lagi-lagi Anda memvonis saya gila! Kenyataannya saya memang gila, hehehe. Saya tidak mengerti apakah saya salah langkah, akan tetapi saya merasa bahagia dan ingin tetap memiliki lukisan jiwa yang satu ini. Saya menerima dan menerapkan apa yang sahabat saya katakan, “Jalani saja dengan penuh ketulusan dan doa. Hasil akhirnya, kamu serahkan pada Tuhan…”. Saya mengakui hal ini sangat sulit…bermain secara emosional…tapi tidak ada yang mustahil,hehehe. Jadi, saya masih punya keyakinan untuk memperjuangkan hal yang satu ini. Positif atau negatif ya? Saya memilih &lt;i&gt;positive thinking&lt;/i&gt; aja deh;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TP7O9hXw9wI/AAAAAAAAADY/JIwe3Oz8AnU/s1600/home+is+you+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TP7O9hXw9wI/AAAAAAAAADY/JIwe3Oz8AnU/s320/home+is+you+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mari berani bermimpi!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pahit dan Manis&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Setahun ini, saya masih terus berjuang untuk meraih kehidupan saya yang lebih baik. Saya menyadari bahwa semua itu harus dimulai dari diri saya. Oleh karena itu, saya tak pernah berhenti untuk selalu bergerak (walaupun saya terlihat diam,hehehe). Saya tak pernah bosan untuk belajar sehingga saya selalu tumbuh dan berkembang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Berdasarkan pengalaman saya, mengamati sekeliling adalah salah satu cara yang efektif untuk tumbuh dan berkembang. Banyak hal yang bisa saya pelajari dari orang lain. Satu langkah awal untuk melakukan cara ini adalah dengan berani membuka mata dan pikiran serta mau menempatkan ego pribadi secara tepat dan tidak selalu di tempat yang tertinggi. Saya juga tak lupa untuk melihat ke dalam diri saya sendiri sehingga saya tetaplah saya, bukan orang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hal lain yang akan selalu saya pegang sebagai inti adalah keyakinan. Sebagai makhluk beragama, saya yakin pada Tuhan yang Maha Besar dan segala kuasa-Nya. Dengan keyakinan ini, saya berani mengambil resiko untuk menumbuhkan keyakinan pada diri saya kemudian melukis mimpi-mimpi saya. Walau terlihat maya dan abstrak, tapi tidak mustahil tergapai. Pastinya, saya tidak merugikan orang lain dengan berani bermimpi, hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Semua itu terasa berat apabila tidak disertai dengan ketulusan, keikhlasan, dan rasa syukur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dengan ketulusan, saya merasakan nikmatnya memberi…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dengan keikhlasan, saya menghayati sebuah kepahitan…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dengan rasa syukur, saya meresapi bahwa hidup itu memang manis…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Belum…saya memang belum menemukan semuanya. Pastinya saya telah menemukan diri saya sebagai manusia bertahan dan selalu berkata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;“Never give up!“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;. Tetaplah tersenyum,&amp;nbsp; semangat selalu, dan selamat berjuang!;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/2671523600269175135-519535007972354662?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/519535007972354662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=519535007972354662' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/519535007972354662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/519535007972354662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/12/lukisan-jiwa.html' title='Lukisan Jiwa'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TP7OsHGOapI/AAAAAAAAADU/Cu9Q6YGcrLw/s72-c/IMG_3285r.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-7446286367359541830</id><published>2010-11-30T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:11:07.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>Indeed</title><content type='html'>One, two, three...&lt;br /&gt;Let's get free&lt;br /&gt;Ours will release you and me&lt;br /&gt;As we want to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on each other ever after &lt;br /&gt;Share the smile and the tears&lt;br /&gt;Fight the fears&lt;br /&gt;Catch the laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go on this way&lt;br /&gt;As we are close to see everything&lt;br /&gt;We just can't throw it away&lt;br /&gt;There is none so exciting as this thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Dien's~&lt;br /&gt;Bogor, December 1st, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-7446286367359541830?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/7446286367359541830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=7446286367359541830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/7446286367359541830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/7446286367359541830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/11/indeed.html' title='Indeed'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-2305535571339700259</id><published>2010-11-22T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:03:49.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>Our Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOsQEd3jtRI/AAAAAAAAADI/ELLqPojKVQ4/s1600/our+cake+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOsQEd3jtRI/AAAAAAAAADI/ELLqPojKVQ4/s200/our+cake+1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The morning comes with rain outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm travelling with you in my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You are so kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I always feel you inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I offer you the view in my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Then you can see the feeling that I can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's no lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Just smile through the tide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOsRSetQXvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pwnMWkEiqFM/s1600/cheese+and+vanilla+ice+cream+with+caramel+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOsRSetQXvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pwnMWkEiqFM/s200/cheese+and+vanilla+ice+cream+with+caramel+1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We meet the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A friend that we can't avoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, we still have a consistence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A strength with no void&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOsQH3e04qI/AAAAAAAAADM/fms0nZQ4AQo/s1600/home+is+you+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOsQH3e04qI/AAAAAAAAADM/fms0nZQ4AQo/s200/home+is+you+1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you found it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The best part of my days is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's wonderful somehow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let me say forever that it's you...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bogor, November 23rd, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;..a morning with your smile in my mind.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-2305535571339700259?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/2305535571339700259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=2305535571339700259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/2305535571339700259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/2305535571339700259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-story.html' title='Our Story'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOsQEd3jtRI/AAAAAAAAADI/ELLqPojKVQ4/s72-c/our+cake+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-9004099910265571736</id><published>2010-11-15T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T17:31:53.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Go Around'/><title type='text'>Turkish and Dutch</title><content type='html'>It's about my weekend two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;It's Jakarta again! hahaha...but this time, I did plan my weekend in Jakarta because I wanted to watch some movies on Eurpean One Screen (EOS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Europe On Screen?&lt;br /&gt;I think it's one Europe event in Indonesia of film screenings and fringe events.&lt;br /&gt;I was interested in watching the movies. Before, I had read the schedules so I knew what were all the movies that I could watch on Sunday, September 7th, 2010. I and my friend chose a Turkey movie which would be played in Istituto Italiano di Cultura, Jl. HOS Cokroaminoto 117, Menteng, Jakarta. This is the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOHYjtFg9RI/AAAAAAAAAC0/N7uSwVNqOKs/s1600/100_4209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOHYjtFg9RI/AAAAAAAAAC0/N7uSwVNqOKs/s320/100_4209.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOHYqsyIDcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5bLrDlnot5o/s1600/100_4210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOHYqsyIDcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5bLrDlnot5o/s320/100_4210.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a story about the&amp;nbsp; love between a woman and a deaf man. Actually, it's an interesting story, but unfortunately, there's a problem technically, so there's no English subtitles on the screen. That made the moviegoer felt dissapointed and left the room. I and my friend also felt dissapointed but we chose to stay although we actually didn't understand the Turkish in the movie...we were just guessing what was happened in the movie from the body language,hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie was ended, I and my friend went to pray Dhuhur in Masjid Sunda Kelapa. It's a big masjid and it's the first time for me to go to this masjid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we decided to watch another movie from Netherland which was also played in Istituto Italiano di Cultura. This is the movie :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOHcJ2GXqeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6-KyvUgLQuU/s1600/100_4212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOHcJ2GXqeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6-KyvUgLQuU/s320/100_4212.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOHcOvj42mI/AAAAAAAAADA/UVYsCR004i0/s1600/100_4214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOHcOvj42mI/AAAAAAAAADA/UVYsCR004i0/s320/100_4214.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a documentary movie. The director, John Appel, was telling us about his father who was a successful gambler. I found it as an interesting movie. I tried to listen carefully to the Dutch they spoke in the movie but for me, it was a difficult language. Well, I need to have a strong will to learn this language and I know I can do this,hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what's my plan next week?just wait :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-9004099910265571736?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/9004099910265571736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=9004099910265571736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/9004099910265571736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/9004099910265571736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/11/turkish-and-dutch.html' title='Turkish and Dutch'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TOHYjtFg9RI/AAAAAAAAAC0/N7uSwVNqOKs/s72-c/100_4209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-8270390181952319492</id><published>2010-11-06T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T20:19:45.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to Make'/><title type='text'>Tempe and Mushroom</title><content type='html'>I'm not good at cooking...at least I've tried,hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in this weekend, I tried to make an easy recipe that I got from the internet. It's called Sambal Goreng Tempe (one of recipes that I got from internet few years ago) and Oseng-Oseng Jamur (took a look at &lt;a href="http://nanasfood.blogspot.com/2009/04/oseng-oseng-jamur.html"&gt;Nana's&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sambal Goreng Tempe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TNYZsz3kvtI/AAAAAAAAACw/i-WNE2JhSiw/s1600/105_4193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TNYZsz3kvtI/AAAAAAAAACw/i-WNE2JhSiw/s320/105_4193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the recipe of Oseng-Oseng Jamur (Stir Fried Mushroom):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TNYYNfnsjxI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ox8x_MAYvRc/s1600/105_4194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TNYYNfnsjxI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ox8x_MAYvRc/s320/105_4194.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Button_mushroom"&gt;Button Mushroom&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(but I used the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oyster_mushroom"&gt;Oyster Mushroom &lt;/a&gt;,hehehe), thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onion"&gt;onions&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;3 cloves &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_onion"&gt;red onion (bawang merah)&lt;/a&gt;, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 bulb &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow_onion"&gt;yellow onion (bawang bombay)&lt;/a&gt;.sliced thin diagonally &lt;br /&gt;1 Cabe merah besar, iris tipis&lt;br /&gt;1 Cabe merah hijau, iris tipis&lt;br /&gt;1 Cm lengkuas, iris koin&lt;br /&gt;2 Daun salam&lt;br /&gt;5 Cabe rawit&lt;br /&gt;Minyak&lt;br /&gt;Garam&lt;br /&gt;Gula&lt;br /&gt;Kecap manis&lt;br /&gt;Saos tiram &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumis brambang, kedua bawang sampai harum, masukkan lengkuas dan daun salam.&lt;br /&gt;Tambahkan semua cabe, icip dengan garam, gula, kecap manis dan saos tiram.&lt;br /&gt;Masukkan jamur, aduk sampai layu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really bad for a starving girl like me that time, hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-8270390181952319492?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/8270390181952319492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=8270390181952319492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/8270390181952319492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/8270390181952319492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/11/tempe-and-mushroom.html' title='Tempe and Mushroom'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TNYZsz3kvtI/AAAAAAAAACw/i-WNE2JhSiw/s72-c/105_4193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-8047453916303842485</id><published>2010-11-05T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:48:59.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><title type='text'>It Almost Kills Me Anyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"How much do you want me? do you really want me to stay? do you really try to reach me?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;Is it too much or a normal question when your one is not around because of busy time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; He's miles away but deep down in my heart, I just want him around by an effort to stay connecting.&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/2671523600269175135-8047453916303842485?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/8047453916303842485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=8047453916303842485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/8047453916303842485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/8047453916303842485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-almost-kills-me-anyway_05.html' title='It Almost Kills Me Anyway'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-2868708411635197357</id><published>2010-10-31T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T17:54:14.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Go Around'/><title type='text'>My Weekend in Jakarta</title><content type='html'>Well, I should say that this was actually not my plan to spend my weekend in Jakarta. Tidung Island, one of Island in Seribu Island, was actually the plan. I and two of my friends decided not to go to Tidung because of the bad weather...but some of my friends were still go there. They're lucky, I think. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going to Tidung, my friend's aunt ask me to go with her and her husband to a market near their house. It's called Muara Karang Market. I felt so amazed to see this market. Many Chinese here. I think, it's one of 'Pecinan'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Saturday afternoon, I and my friends was so confused to find good place to go for hanging out in Jakarta. Then one of my friend phoned her boyfriend. Fortunately, her boyfriend had an idea...we were going to go to Taman Ismail Marzuki to watch the show in Planetarium and a monologue "Kucing" by Butet Kertaradjasa. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-2868708411635197357?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/2868708411635197357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=2868708411635197357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/2868708411635197357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/2868708411635197357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-weekend-in-jakarta.html' title='My Weekend in Jakarta'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-3767457071161561112</id><published>2010-10-03T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:50:45.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><title type='text'>This is it.... :)</title><content type='html'>It's been a month and five days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like being a new woman.&lt;br /&gt;There's a new difference thing in my days that makes me feel happy..&lt;br /&gt;I think I finally found what I've been looking for these recent days.&lt;br /&gt;It came like a flash!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get any special feeling when the time it came...but the effects after it, really wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People said...it could be impossible! (the bad side)&lt;br /&gt;I said...if there's impossible, then it could be possible in another side (the good side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to believe in the two side, bad and good...honestly, now I have the stronger faith in the good side...Alhamdullilah :)&lt;br /&gt;The important one is I must ready for all the possibilities, the bad and the good one.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is just praying...that makes me keep holding on. I hope it will come true....I do really want it to be real. I just want you, no one else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's get some words from 'Titanic' the&amp;nbsp; movie and those word a little bit describe what happened to me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...to love is not about how long you meet him/her but it's all about how fast you know it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;...and I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...it's also about sincerity to believe in what you know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...SO KEEP BELIEVING AND HOLDING ON..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-3767457071161561112?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/3767457071161561112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=3767457071161561112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/3767457071161561112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/3767457071161561112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-it.html' title='This is it.... :)'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-1453230514241811699</id><published>2010-07-24T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:39:13.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>See It</title><content type='html'>Let me see..&lt;br /&gt;Don't hide that smile&lt;br /&gt;although just for a mile&lt;br /&gt;No more tear&lt;br /&gt;to erase the fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just see...&lt;br /&gt;When you sleep on the pain,&lt;br /&gt;it just takes you in a vain&lt;br /&gt;When you stay inside the fragility,&lt;br /&gt;it will give you a disability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see....&lt;br /&gt;For every single piece of reality,&lt;br /&gt;I do believe there's a dream&lt;br /&gt;It's like an eternity&lt;br /&gt;Let it goes with the stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to worry about eventhough just a dime&lt;br /&gt;The glory will be reached in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Dien's ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in the cold night...&lt;br /&gt;11.50 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TEujXRxBfhI/AAAAAAAAACY/8JDYIVjRFxk/s1600/DSC08897.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TEujXRxBfhI/AAAAAAAAACY/8JDYIVjRFxk/s320/DSC08897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-1453230514241811699?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/1453230514241811699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=1453230514241811699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/1453230514241811699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/1453230514241811699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/07/see-it.html' title='See It'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TEujXRxBfhI/AAAAAAAAACY/8JDYIVjRFxk/s72-c/DSC08897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-4987767944104420037</id><published>2010-07-24T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:28:32.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>Hening Tiada Berjejak</title><content type='html'>Ijinkan aku berujar...&lt;br /&gt;Melalui sang angin yang mengembara&lt;br /&gt;Tentang kita yang tiada lagi berpijar&lt;br /&gt;Terpejam tanpa suara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ijinkan aku berkisah...&lt;br /&gt;Melalui tetes-tetes embun yang lenyap di siang hari&lt;br /&gt;Tentang kita yang mulai kehilangan arah&lt;br /&gt;Terlelap sendiri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ijinkan aku berpesan...&lt;br /&gt;Bila engkau hanya datang untuk membawa kepergian yang sepi&lt;br /&gt;Jarak adalah sebuah jawaban abadi&lt;br /&gt;Dari sebuah rasa yang senantiasa berkesan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Dien's ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...di suatu malam yang hening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TEufjwRvKlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6w2-mdlGWJA/s1600/103_1921+r.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TEufjwRvKlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6w2-mdlGWJA/s320/103_1921+r.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-4987767944104420037?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/4987767944104420037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=4987767944104420037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/4987767944104420037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/4987767944104420037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/07/hening-tiada-berjejak.html' title='Hening Tiada Berjejak'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TEufjwRvKlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6w2-mdlGWJA/s72-c/103_1921+r.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-4648453715324689334</id><published>2010-07-02T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:25:25.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><title type='text'>Some Pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TC4LC0_56uI/AAAAAAAAACI/ver7hmgx6rE/s1600/105_2297+r.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TC4LC0_56uI/AAAAAAAAACI/ver7hmgx6rE/s320/105_2297+r.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here they are...two persons who are waiting for me to listen to them. I can't wait to listen to them too...but, you know that I'm the lazy one so I just keep it on my mind as a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I bought these books from fleamarkets. The first book is Captain Corelli's Mandolin by Louis De Bernieres. It's written in English. Now you can understand why I need more time to start reading it...I need to open the dictionary (my English is not quite good...;p) and it makes me reluctant to make a start :D...Anyway, once I watched the movie long time ago. My oldest sister, who is really like watching movie, rend it. As I remember, it's a love story in the war time. The woman (Penelope Cruz) really loved a man (Nicolas Cage) so she wanted to wait him to be back home from the war for many years...I think it was about 7 years!. The man was good at playing mandolin. Well, that's all the point that I remember about the movie. I hope, after reading the book, I can remember the details. Hmmm, do you see the book cover? I imagine that the woman is me...a woman who finally find her true love...so romantic.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The second one is The Nick Adams Stories. This one has been translated into Bahasa Indonesia. I don't know exactly what is the story inside it. I was interested in having this book because the author is the famous one. I'm curious how Mr. Ernest's way in writing his story. I hope I don't get bored when I read it later ;)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, just wish me luck so I can make a start to read them..... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Dien ~&lt;br /&gt;at 12.33 am &lt;br /&gt;...so sleepy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-4648453715324689334?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/4648453715324689334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=4648453715324689334' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/4648453715324689334'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>Cahaya Malam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bogor, June 29th, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Malam berbisik sepi&lt;br /&gt;Tebarkan pesona mimpi&lt;br /&gt;Malam mengusik hening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Redamkan asa tak bergeming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam merenda pilu&lt;br /&gt;Rangkaikan rasa nan membiru&lt;br /&gt;Malam menguntai resah&lt;br /&gt;Uraikan harapan hingga tak berkisah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disinilah aku…di tepian sungai&amp;nbsp; malam&lt;br /&gt;Berbingkai rasa kelam&lt;br /&gt;Disanalah engkau…di seberang sungai malam&lt;br /&gt;Berwujud indah bak pualam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auramu penuh cahaya&lt;br /&gt;Terpancar jelas dari matamu&lt;br /&gt;Jiwaku pun tak berdaya&lt;br /&gt;Tertegun takjub akan kharismamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mataku menatap matamu&lt;br /&gt;Saat itulah aku menyelinap dalam pandanganmu&lt;br /&gt;Mataku meletupkan percikan-percikan tanya&lt;br /&gt;Lalu matamu berbicara penuh makna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cahaya ini bukan untuk menyilaukan pandangmu&lt;br /&gt;Namun tercipta sebagai penerang jiwamu yang tulus memandangku&lt;br /&gt;Hingga pandangan kita lekat menjadi satu&lt;br /&gt;Musnahkan gundah yang selama ini tak tentu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Dien's ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TCqHevY4IGI/AAAAAAAAACA/8ta0fqLJX-w/s1600/SD530256-r.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TCqHevY4IGI/AAAAAAAAACA/8ta0fqLJX-w/s320/SD530256-r.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Malam'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TCqHevY4IGI/AAAAAAAAACA/8ta0fqLJX-w/s72-c/SD530256-r.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-5288269470417728648</id><published>2010-06-26T03:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T03:46:48.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>Dear Mr. Wrong…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cdien%27s%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="City" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0in;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:8.5in 11.0in;	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 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up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Teasing me to ask for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;I didn’t beg you to steal my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;But you did it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Hmmm…just a little bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Unfortunately, you are not the one to the last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Frankly, I long for our amusing conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;But you know I shouldn’t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Honestly, I try to forget you as my imagination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Well, for now, I couldn’t…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;I’m really sorry to say…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Although I think of you everyday…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;It’s definitely wrong…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;You can’t be an eternal part of my song…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;~ Dien’s ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;…in the silent afternoon…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Bogor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;, June 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;3.30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TCXVa4b5G6I/AAAAAAAAABo/bK2J-3h1XTw/s1600/SD530316-rr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TCXVa4b5G6I/AAAAAAAAABo/bK2J-3h1XTw/s200/SD530316-rr.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/5288269470417728648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-mr-wrong.html' title='Dear Mr. Wrong…'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TCXVa4b5G6I/AAAAAAAAABo/bK2J-3h1XTw/s72-c/SD530316-rr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-6993989804170987355</id><published>2010-06-23T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:45:45.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>the colours of my days</title><content type='html'>&lt;input autocomplete="off" id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" type="hidden" value="c1564f7a485a263215f0daf91acc7fbe" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blue when i face the reality that i can't reach it&lt;br /&gt;I have been keeping it deep down in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I have chained it in my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll feel so colourful when i can throw it away&lt;br /&gt;I meet some new happiness in my new way&lt;br /&gt;I hold them tightly and never let them go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the sunshine so brightly&lt;br /&gt;I see a little white butterfly&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the dark sky, not just for awhile&lt;br /&gt;And I just smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Dien's ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....from my old note collections...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-6993989804170987355?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/6993989804170987355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=6993989804170987355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/6993989804170987355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/6993989804170987355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/06/colours-of-my-days.html' title='the colours of my days'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-215560034333170759</id><published>2010-06-21T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:19:17.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><title type='text'>Amburadul</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pagi yang indah...saatnya memulai hari....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aku menyaksikan langit yang mencerah di awal hari yang indah....menyentuh rasaku dalam mendamba hari-hari yang penuh gelora dan gairah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pagi-pagi kumulai dengan FB-an...ada yang menyapa dan protes kenpa aku ga bersih2 rumah atau memasak, kok malah FB-an...kan latihan buat melayani suami&amp;nbsp; nanti...hahaha...bikin be te aja, blm jadi suami aja dah maen protes aja,huuuh....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lalu, kakakku membuka pintu kamarku...ada apa?eh...ternyata aku masak air dan lupa....airnya dah habis dan bagian bawah ketel lumayan gosong...astagfirullah...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lha, ternyata mas-mas yang bikin bete tadi mungkin sebuah peringatan agar aku tidak lalai,hihiihi...ada2 aja...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oke, tetep smangat... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-215560034333170759?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/215560034333170759/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-5419451740288732442</id><published>2010-06-20T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:14:21.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><title type='text'>Into The Pieces</title><content type='html'>"Hey!...what's it all about? you made a glass of wine, just drank it 'till no more left, and then you threw away the glass 'till it's broken?...the worst thing was you went away without cleaning the mess....who do you think you are?..."&lt;br /&gt;....Love won't ruin us into the pieces. Lust will destroy our souls into the mess.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-5419451740288732442?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/5419451740288732442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=5419451740288732442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/5419451740288732442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/5419451740288732442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/06/into-pieces.html' title='Into The Pieces'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-6092577838838078281</id><published>2010-06-18T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T19:48:57.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secangkir Kopi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Semenjak dulu, aku selalu menyukai kopi&lt;br /&gt;Kopi hitam manis dalam sebuah cangkir…&lt;br /&gt;Semenjak dulu aku selalu membuatnya sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Kopi hitam manis penghilang rasa getir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu ketika, dia singgah di ruanganku&lt;br /&gt;Dia yang manis penggoda imanku&lt;br /&gt;Suatu ketika, dia membawakanku secangkir minuman&lt;br /&gt;Dia yang menawan penghias lamunan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seketika aku berdebar….&lt;br /&gt;Ada kopi dalam cangkir itu?&lt;br /&gt;Seketika aku bergetar…&lt;br /&gt;Ada kopi dalam cangkir itu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semenjak saat itu, aku sering mempertanyakan…&lt;br /&gt;Kopi hitam ini untukku?&lt;br /&gt;Wangi sekali…ingin segera mereguknya pelan-pelan…&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa kaubawakan secangkir untukku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat itu, dia tak kuasa menjawab…&lt;br /&gt;Hanya tersenyum nakal penuh rayuan…&lt;br /&gt;Saat itu, aku tak kuasa menepisnya…&lt;br /&gt;Hanya tersipu malu penuh keraguan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak bisa kupungkiri, aku suka senyumnya yang semanis kopiku&lt;br /&gt;Namun, senyuman itu tak mampu menjawab tanyaku akan secangkir kopi di hadapanku…&lt;br /&gt;Tak bisa kupungkiri, aku suka rayuannya yang sewangi kopiku&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, rayuan itu membawaku semakin jauh dalam tanyaku akan secangkir kopi di hadapanku…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya bisa menatap pilu dalam hitamnya kopi di hadapanku&lt;br /&gt;Tak bisa kusentuh walau sangat ingin kunikmati…&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya bisa mencium wanginya yang terurai satu per satu….&lt;br /&gt;Tak bisa kuhirup walau sangat ingin kureguk sepenuh hati….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Dien's~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bogor, April 30th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;...in the silent morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-6092577838838078281?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/6092577838838078281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=6092577838838078281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/6092577838838078281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/6092577838838078281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/06/secangkir-kopi.html' title='Secangkir Kopi'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-8649809335639500731</id><published>2010-06-18T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T03:49:29.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pen&apos;s in My Hand'/><title type='text'>Jendela Kaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Rumah yang sederhana itu adala&lt;/span&gt;h rumahku&lt;br /&gt;Tropis, ekletis, anggun, dan bersih&lt;br /&gt;Tentu saja tidak minimalis dan tidak kaku&lt;br /&gt;Berhiaskan bunga-bunga beraneka warna dan sederetan bakung air putih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya ada satu jalan setapak di halaman depan&lt;br /&gt;Berlapis koral panca warna&lt;br /&gt;Berliku mempesona&lt;br /&gt;Berujung di sebuah beranda penuh kesan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beranda itu kecil tapi istimewa bagiku&lt;br /&gt;Menghadap ke sebuah taman&lt;br /&gt;Dekat dengan pedestrian&lt;br /&gt;Sudut yang asyik untuk terpaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tepat di belakang beranda adalah ruanganku&lt;br /&gt;Ruangan sepi dengan sebuah pintu dan jendela kaca yang besar&lt;br /&gt;Disanalah aku termenung pada sekitar seperempat waktuku&lt;br /&gt;Menatap keluar lewat jendela kaca yang besar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kali aku menatap lama&lt;br /&gt;Mataku menangkap beragam warna&lt;br /&gt;Warna pagi dan senja yang romantis&lt;br /&gt;Warna pekat malam yang membuatku teriris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warna-warna itu melantunkan dinamika yang tak dapat kutepis&lt;br /&gt;Burung-burung yang memadu kasih di atas dahan pohon&lt;br /&gt;Kupu-kupu mungil beterbangan saling merespon&lt;br /&gt;Embun-embun yang berkilauan di permukaan daun-daun iris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewat jendela kaca itu, aku dapat melukis senyumku&lt;br /&gt;Lewat jendela kaca itu, aku terpaksa memahat gundahku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti biasa, aku menatap lama&lt;br /&gt;Kali ini, tidak seperti biasa, kucermati satu per satu orang yang lalu lalang&lt;br /&gt;Tak banyak yang bereaksi terhadapku melalu jendela kaca&lt;br /&gt;Pernah sekali kucoba melambai pada seseorang&lt;br /&gt;Lalu kusapa….&lt;br /&gt;Namun dia pun menghilang….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu, aku ragu untuk melambai bahkan menyapa…&lt;br /&gt;Aku tertunduk, ragu untuk menatap…&lt;br /&gt;Jendela kaca berkabut duka nestapa&lt;br /&gt;Aku terpejam hampir terlelap&lt;br /&gt;Sayup-sayup kudengar bisikan&lt;br /&gt;Bisikan dari luar jendela kaca&lt;br /&gt;Bisikan yang membuatku mulai terjaga&lt;br /&gt;Aku mulai menatap secara perlahan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia ada di luar jendela kaca&lt;br /&gt;Tersenyum manis melambaikan tangan&lt;br /&gt;Menyapaku penuh rayuan&lt;br /&gt;Menatapku hingga aku tergila-gila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ada di dalam, di balik jendela kaca…&lt;br /&gt;Tersenyum girang membalas lambaiannya&lt;br /&gt;Menyapanya sepenuh rasa&lt;br /&gt;Menatapnya hanya untuk membuatnya terkesima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehari berlalu, kembali kutatap jendela kaca&lt;br /&gt;Selalu kunanti senyumnya&lt;br /&gt;Tak bisa lepas terbuai rayuannya&lt;br /&gt;Bilakah engkau singgah lagi di luar jendela kaca…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua, tiga, empat, dan banyak hari berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Kembali kutatap jendela kaca&lt;br /&gt;Masih saja tak bisa lepas dari bayangmu&lt;br /&gt;Bilakah engkau akan selalu ada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekilas tapi membayang&lt;br /&gt;Terajut tanpa kukehendaki&lt;br /&gt;Terangkai tapi tak pasti&lt;br /&gt;Terbungkus dalam tanya yang remang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewat jendela kaca itu aku dapat melukis mimpiku&lt;br /&gt;Lewat jendela kaca itu aku hanya dapat memahat bayangmu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Dien’s ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bogor, May 2nd, 2010&lt;br /&gt;11.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;…in the silent night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;June 18th, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kemarin, saya dan teman saya, Anggito, menyempatkan diri untuk mengikuti "Touring Istana Bogor", sebuah acara open house yang diadakan oleh pihak Istana Bogor dalam rangka ulang tahun Kota Bogor yang ke-528 tahun. Kami berdua sudah mendengar perihal acara open house ini sejak lama tapi belum juga beranjak mendaftar....jadi, kami pun berangkat di hari terakhir setelah mendapat informasi dari teman kos Anggit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sekitar jam 8 pagi, kami bertolak dari kos Anggit diantar oleh Deden, motor setia saya. Tujuan pertama kami adalah gedung DPRD Bogor sebagai tempat pendaftaran peserta tour. Setelah sampai disana dan memarkir motor, kami segera mendaftarkan diri ke panitia, yang duduk di balik meja berselimutkan kain putih. Sang panitia memberi kami tiket masuk, sebuah kertas kecil hijau (berukuran sekitar 5 cm x 8 cm, mirip tiket parkir) yangdiantaranya bertuliskan jam-jam kunjungan ke istana. Kemudian, ibu panitia menginformasikan kepada kami untuk menuju ke panitia berikutnya untuk mendapatkan stempel tanda masuk di tangan kami (seperti prosedur masuk dunia fantasi, Jakarta saja ya,hehehe). Langkah berikutnya adalah menitipkan tas kami di kantor Dinas Pariwisata dan Budaya. Tentu saja, dompet dan &lt;i&gt;mobile phone&lt;/i&gt; tidak kami tinggalkan di dalam tas tetapi kami bawa menuju istana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Proses pendaftaran telah selesai dan tidak memakan waktu yang sangat lama. Selanjutnya kami berdua bersama para peserta lain, rata-rata adalah ibu-ibu, anak-anak sekolah tingkat dasar sampai menengah pertama, berjalan menuju istana yang letaknya tidak terlalu jauh dari gedung DPRD.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Langkah-langkah kaki bergegas memasuki halaman istana. Pintu masuk pertama dijaga oleh anak pramuka yang meminta kami untuk menyerahkan tiket masuk. Uhui! kami melenggang memasuki halaman istana.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TBt5udgtiLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EjDx77I3hzw/s1600/DSC00802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TBt5udgtiLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EjDx77I3hzw/s320/DSC00802.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pertama kali, kami disambut oleh sebongkah batu besar, mungkin dimaksudkan sebagai batu ucapan selamat datang...batu polos tak terpahat...lalu, kami melewati sebuah selasar samping bangunan menuju halaman istana. Beberapa orang memilih untuk terus berjalan saja, sementara kami berdua memutuskan untuk memasuki sebuah ruangan di sisi kiri selasar, yang ternyata adalah ruang musium fotografi. Di dekat pintu masuk, di dinding sebelah kiri, terpampang tulisan cetak print besar sebagai sebuah bentuk kata-kata pengantar. Kami melihat foto-foto seputar istana yang terpajang disini...dari foto-foto masa lampau, sampai foto-foto di era-era terbaru: eksterior sudut-sudut halaman istana, aktivitas-aktivitas istana, para &lt;i&gt;jongos&lt;/i&gt; sampai para pejabat, para tentara yang berfoto di tangga masuk, interior ruangan, aktivitas para presiden dulu sampai kini....semuanya berusaha menuturkan kisah keberadaan Istana Kepresidenan Bogor. Sayangnya, &lt;i&gt;display &lt;/i&gt;foto-foto itu secara keseluruhan tidak terlalu bagus...tidak terbingkai dan asal dipajang saja...lalu kami pun menarik kesimpulan kalau museum fotografi ini tidak ditangani oleh orang-orang yang memang akrab dengan kegiatan fotografi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tujuan selanjutnya adalah ruang-ruang dalam salah satu bangunan istana yang memegang peranan penting. Di beberapa sudut depan pintu masuk ruangan-ruangan itu, ada beberapa orang paskibra yang bertugas&amp;nbsp; memberikan penjelasan tentang ruangan-ruangan tersebut. Mereka menggunakan semacam pengeras suara (toa). Namun, suara mereka tidak terlalu jelas kudengar, huh! akhirnya kusuruh Si Anggit untuk menanyakan ulang ke adik-adik paskibra,hehe...maaf ya, Nggit...tapi lumayan kan bisa ngobrol sama brondong,hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ini dia bagian yang paling menarik! Ruang Teratai dan Ruang Garuda, sebagai ruang yang biasa dipakai untuk pertemuan-pertemuan besar...selasar pendek penghubung kedua ruangan ini menarik bagi kami....mengapa? jawabannya adalah karena ada dua cermin besar dengan bingkai berlapis cat warna emas yang dipasang pada dinding selasar yang saling berhadap-hadapan...jadi, seakan-akan, ada lorong menerus memasuki kedua cermin itu...hmm, Anda semua bisa membayangkannya kan? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Perjalanan di ruangan-ruangan dalam salah satu bangunan istana ini harus diakhiri tanpa bisa diabadikan sama sekali karena tulisan "DILARANG MEMOTRET!" diletakkan di setiap ruang-ruang tersebut. Kami keluar dari bangunan tersebut dan berjumpa dengan seorang bapak penjaga yang ternyata berasal dari Solo, Jawa Tengah. Kami sempatkan untuk berbincang-bincang dengan beliau tentang Istana Kepresidenan Bogor sampai basa-basi tentang tempat kerja, tempat tinggal, dan sebagainya...Seorang anak remaja berpakaian seragam, yang kemungkinan adalah salah satu anak yang bertugas jaga hari itu, menghentikan perbincangan kami...aku pun berusaha membuka kembali percakapan agar tidak terjadi kekakuan dengan menanyakan padanya perihal museum-museum yang ada di istana. Ternyata, selain museum fotografi, ada dua museum lukis: satu museum lukis yang hanya boleh dikunjungi oleh presiden dan keluarga, satu lagi museum lukis yang dapat dikunjungi oleh para pengunjung umum. Menurut adik berseragam tadi, museum yang saya sebutkan terakhir terletak dekat museum fotografi...jadi, kemungkinan saya dan Anggit telah khilaf dengan melewatkannya begitu saja...hiks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kemudian, setelah 'peristiwa' perbincangan dengan bapak penjaga, aku dan Anggit, berfoto-foto di area tangga dan depan bangunan....sepuas-puasnya deh...tak lupa, aku dan Anggit juga mengabadikan objek-objek yang terdiam membisu di halaman luar bangunan....&lt;i&gt;sculpture-sculpture&lt;/i&gt; yang mengapresiasikan keindahan lekuk tubuh kaum hawa...;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TBuYEhzUwzI/AAAAAAAAABI/HXjUjcDxqeo/s1600/DSC00795+r.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TBuYEhzUwzI/AAAAAAAAABI/HXjUjcDxqeo/s320/DSC00795+r.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TBuYWjcQeoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dzkUUpECamM/s1600/DSC00801+r.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TBuYWjcQeoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dzkUUpECamM/s320/DSC00801+r.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TBuaAore19I/AAAAAAAAABY/3R8-LEgYBDc/s1600/DSC00811+r.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q4Bf6tY33GU/TBuaAore19I/AAAAAAAAABY/3R8-LEgYBDc/s320/DSC00811+r.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;..to be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; 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font-style: italic;"&gt;Bogor, June 16th, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Love...love...love...such a complicated thing, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Its definition is so global. It's not just a kind, you can find it as many kinds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nowadays, I can't stop thinking about a kind of those many kinds, a love to soulmate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, this is my favourite song right now....let's sing! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link 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Bedingfield&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Incompatible, it don’t matter though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;‘Cause someone’s bound to hear my cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Speak out if you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You’re not easy to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is it possible Mr. Loveable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is already in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right infront of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or maybe you’re in disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Reff.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who doesn’t long for someone to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somebody tell me why I’m on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If there’s a soulmate for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here we are again, circles never end&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do I find the perfect fit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There’s enough for everyone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I’m still waiting in line&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Back to Reff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If there’s a soulmate for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Most relationships seem so transitory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They’re all good but not the permanent one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Back to Reff (2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If there’s a soulmate for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;..to be continued...&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/2671523600269175135-1194216925644483375?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/1194216925644483375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=1194216925644483375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/1194216925644483375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/1194216925644483375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-5132031783516235559</id><published>2010-06-14T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:10:28.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><title type='text'>Morning Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bogor, June 15th, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yes, I'm still here...in the white morning...fresh with dew outside my room...accompanied by two sweet children of mine, Dudute and Arume...they like sitting at my window, looking at outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up earlier today at about 3 a.m, before my alarm of my mobile was ringing. When I opened my eyes, there were so many pictures on my mind...the pictures about my desires in my future...so weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I always asks myself about my plan to reach my better future...to make my dreams come true...but I often feel worried about it...seems too faraway from me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now, I just try to believe all the possibilities to get the happiness in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that? ;)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna keep questioning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to make the answers ;)&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/2671523600269175135-5132031783516235559?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/5132031783516235559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=5132031783516235559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/5132031783516235559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/5132031783516235559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2010/06/morning-note.html' title='Morning Note'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-2612036748046826138</id><published>2009-11-15T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:11:45.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><title type='text'>kuingin terbang...</title><content type='html'>Bogor, November 15th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah lama ga ngisi nih blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah hampir satu tahun aku di bogor lho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepi suntuk tanpa temen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jenuh! pingin terbang bebas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-2612036748046826138?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/2612036748046826138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=2612036748046826138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/2612036748046826138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/2612036748046826138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2009/11/kuingin-terbang.html' title='kuingin terbang...'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671523600269175135.post-4959942213437600672</id><published>2008-10-07T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:12:19.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on my mind'/><title type='text'>I'll be on My Way...</title><content type='html'>It's really nice to hear, know, and see when everyone can find their way of life because he/she has goals or dreams that 100% clear to be reached for.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now still struggling to find my goal of life to be focused on.&lt;br /&gt;How to get my own dreams so I can walk on my way?&lt;br /&gt;That's the main question untill now in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one who can answer it in this world(of course my destiny is God's willing, no doubt).&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I haven't get the answers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2671523600269175135-4959942213437600672?l=lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/feeds/4959942213437600672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2671523600269175135&amp;postID=4959942213437600672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/4959942213437600672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2671523600269175135/posts/default/4959942213437600672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisadidien-illbeonmyway.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-be-on-my-way.html' title='I&apos;ll be on My Way...'/><author><name>LisaDidien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00584653827827119193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ggX9OCJDvXI/TtJDUVNF8LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dV7ogHN7k0w/s220/2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
