<?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-3747665988841001211</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:26:41.536+07:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Catatan Sinta</title><subtitle type='html'>Just another personal-journal :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-4220420902786771934</id><published>2012-02-14T22:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T22:16:55.507+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--FFJ8mI7Hvg/Tzp6sDKxd8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/cwP8gQ9tJZo/s1600/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" width="171" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--FFJ8mI7Hvg/Tzp6sDKxd8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/cwP8gQ9tJZo/s320/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image source : imdb.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, begini hari Valentine saya :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi, menemani ayah cek laboratorium, print buku tabungan, ngambil bonus tivi, lalu makan siang di Nasi Pecel Ketabang Kali. Hari itu nasi pecel Boeyatin ini rasanya spesial, peyek yang biasanya (cuma)peyek teri dan peyek kacang,hari ini mendadak jadi peyek udang. Dan, beruntungnya saya punya Ayah yang alergi udang. Dua peyek udang jadi milik saya! Ditutup dengan es degan di panasnya Surabaya, Valentine siang saya cukup menjadi Valentine yang gendut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siang, acara perpisahan Darmasiswa Unair di auditorium FIB. Mulai minggu depan saya akan magang di IOP Unair. Jadi, datang di event ini semacam jadi warming up untuk kenal dengan suasana magang nanti. But, as usual, I feel socially awkward being in a new community. Ah, fighting lah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam, seorang teman (yang sesama jomblo) menawari jalan-jalan (meratapi kejombloan). Yeay! Sudah semangat untuk pergi, tapi mendadak badan ini demam dn pilek (gak jelas). Karena besok adalah hari penting, jadi dengan sangat terpaksa, jalan-jalan harus ditunda, daripada besok gak fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangankan makan di luar apalagi candlelight dinner, Valentine malam saya berakhir ini sebungkus nasi goreng Jawa. Dan untuk pemanis suasana, DVD Love Actually. Film ini film Natal sebenarnya, tapi entah kenapa mood hari ini mengajak untuk menonton ulang film ini. Ada banyak cinta di film ini; cinta sang perdana menteri (Hugh Grant - kapan Indonesia bisa punya presiden seganteng ini? lol), cinta kakak ke adiknya, cinta istri ke suami dan anak-anaknya, cinta monyet anak SD, sampai cinta yang mesum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, love actually is all around ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Sinta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-4220420902786771934?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/4220420902786771934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=4220420902786771934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4220420902786771934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4220420902786771934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentine-day.html' title='Happy Valentine Day!'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--FFJ8mI7Hvg/Tzp6sDKxd8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/cwP8gQ9tJZo/s72-c/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-8101119923779207585</id><published>2012-01-26T21:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:03:50.498+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging and Falling (in love)</title><content type='html'>I just realized that 2010 was my most productive year in blogging (as seen in this blog), and then continued by the year 2008. Well, there were a lots of great stories in 2008, while in 2010 other greater yet thoughtful lessons happened too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learnt is that when you're falling (in love or literally falling because of falling in love), you'll be more productive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...I wish the first one happens to me this year. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-8101119923779207585?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/8101119923779207585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=8101119923779207585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8101119923779207585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8101119923779207585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2012/01/blogging-and-falling-in-love.html' title='Blogging and Falling (in love)'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-1847017296761775941</id><published>2012-01-25T00:56:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T01:49:16.083+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>The Time We should Embrace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kOXGfAUBzg/Tx75AUFkxWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/WpirO4w9rGg/s1600/V1zOmE30qlvq1pbdtuLKXmlYo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kOXGfAUBzg/Tx75AUFkxWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/WpirO4w9rGg/s320/V1zOmE30qlvq1pbdtuLKXmlYo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701267962085033314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : google images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Life's all about choices."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote will always remain in my mind. Choices come always in life, it remind us that sometimes we lose something yet gaining something too. I am a dreamer, and I have to admit that I always have a lots of plans in my head. Yet sometimes all of my dreams gave some distance between me and people surroundings; family and friends. I realized that sometimes I felt left behind by people around me. I was too busy chasing dreams, and I forget sometimes that dreams is not only about winning something; it is also about remaining in others heart. I do not know now in which hearts I am still remaining. I am clueless and sometimes feel alone. I always remember a quote from a friend, that "everybody will have their own life." Ah, so are my friends, they'll meet new people and making new friends. It is just me that should change myself. It is just me that should be more care about people around me. I miss my friends, a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's why I decided to stay more at home in this holiday. I want to embrace my time with my family, with my father and mother. I don't want to lose my precious time with them as I lose my time with my friends. And &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"We're growing up,yet sometimes we forget that parents are growing old."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, everything will change, everybody will change. Time will change as well. So, embrace the time with your precious one. Don't ever lose them. Because once you realize that, it might be just too late.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, dear friends :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-1847017296761775941?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/1847017296761775941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=1847017296761775941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1847017296761775941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1847017296761775941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-we-should-embrace.html' title='The Time We should Embrace'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kOXGfAUBzg/Tx75AUFkxWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/WpirO4w9rGg/s72-c/V1zOmE30qlvq1pbdtuLKXmlYo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-4002106207740281832</id><published>2012-01-18T05:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T05:35:33.948+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>The Color of Love - Boyz II Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WIabR0r6ys/TxX3Nt6xEsI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1_2ypPmfDQk/s1600/220px-The_Color_of_Love_Single2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WIabR0r6ys/TxX3Nt6xEsI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1_2ypPmfDQk/s320/220px-The_Color_of_Love_Single2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698732718543672002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I needed someone, to see me threw,&lt;br /&gt;I was at the, end of my rope,&lt;br /&gt;I needed someone, to cut me lose&lt;br /&gt;Then an angel, out of the blue,&lt;br /&gt;Gave me the since that I, might make it through&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I survived, with no rhyme or reason,&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I'll make It, &lt;br /&gt;Through the miracle of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I know the Color Of Love,&lt;br /&gt;(And It lives in side of you)&lt;br /&gt;I know the color of truth,&lt;br /&gt;(Its in the image of you)&lt;br /&gt;If it comes for the heart, then you know that its true,&lt;br /&gt;It will color your soul, like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;(Like a rainbow)&lt;br /&gt;And the color of love, is in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Shawn]&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge,&lt;br /&gt;Over troubled, troubled water&lt;br /&gt;You stood beside me, stood beside me &lt;br /&gt;And your love, did not falter&lt;br /&gt;And then the angel, angel in you,&lt;br /&gt;Gave me the strength to know,&lt;br /&gt;That I will get through,&lt;br /&gt;And that's how I survived, ain't no other reason&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I'll make it, through the miracle of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wanya]&lt;br /&gt;So girl I want to thank you,&lt;br /&gt;I can't thank you enough,&lt;br /&gt;For showing me the meaning,&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of true love,&lt;br /&gt;(When I was lost and so in need you opened up your heart)&lt;br /&gt;(When I needed you to comfort me you opened up you arms)&lt;br /&gt;(I couldn't face another day you said don't be afraid)&lt;br /&gt;You showed my heart the, showed me the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wayna]&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, the color of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to listen to this song when I was in elementary school. Really really love the song :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-4002106207740281832?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/4002106207740281832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=4002106207740281832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4002106207740281832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4002106207740281832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2012/01/color-of-love-boyz-ii-men.html' title='The Color of Love - Boyz II Men'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WIabR0r6ys/TxX3Nt6xEsI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1_2ypPmfDQk/s72-c/220px-The_Color_of_Love_Single2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-8940180115344411388</id><published>2012-01-18T04:50:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T05:21:57.528+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Rekonsiliasi : Acknowledgement, Contrition and Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoZqhu9Hb4U/TxXxFqbyPmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/h2yEDqi8VQI/s1600/220px-HumanFactorInvictus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoZqhu9Hb4U/TxXxFqbyPmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/h2yEDqi8VQI/s320/220px-HumanFactorInvictus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698725983099698786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pWspp0Zdr2I/TxXw-tLBIfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/yWK6VotokEQ/s1600/invictus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pWspp0Zdr2I/TxXw-tLBIfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/yWK6VotokEQ/s320/invictus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698725863575593458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The rainbow nation starts here. Reconciliation starts here. Forgiveness starts here too.”&lt;br /&gt;-Invictus (2009)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Kutipan di atas datang dari film Invictus (2009) yang memiliki latar kondisi Afrika Selatan pasca Nelson Mandela terpilih sebagai Presiden kulit hitam pertama di negara tersebut. Terpilihnya Mandela sebagai presiden sekaligus menandai berakhirnya politik apartheid yang menjadi praktik diskriminasi antara masyarakat kulit hitam dan kulit putih Afrika Selatan. Rekonsiliasi kemudian pun dimulai dan tidak menjadi hal yang mudah pada awalnya. Diskriminasi ras yang telah berjalan selama bertahun-tahun tidak mudah begitu saja dilupakan, khususnya bagi masyarakat kulit hitam Afrika Selatan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Charles Lerche dalam &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Peacebuilding through Reconciliation&lt;/span&gt; (2000) mengungkapkan bahwa signifikansi rekonsiliasi muncul pada masa menjelang akhir Perang Dingin yang ditandai dengan munculnya negara-negara baru pasca keruntuhan Uni Soviet. Montville dalam Lerche (2000) mengungkapkan bahwa rekonsiliasi merupakan salah satu bentuk akomodasi dengan formula pengakuan (acknowledgement) terhadap masa lalu dan forgiveness dari korban konflik yang terjadi. Montville juga menambahkan bahwa rekonsiliasi dirancang layaknya sebuah workshop dimana kedua pihak yang dahulu pernah berkonflik sama-sama merasa aman (secure) dan terkadang diakomodasi oleh pihak ketiga yang bersikap netral dan mampu merekonstruksi ulang sejarah dengan tidak melukai kedua pihak. Sementara itu, Lederach dalam Lerche (2000) memaknai rekonsiliasi sebagai sebuah sistem yang lebih holistik dan melakukan pendekatan yang berfokus pada perhatian terhadap dinamika hubungan dalam sistem konflik. Menurut Lederach, jika tercipta sebuah persepsi baru dalam hubungan antarkelompok, hubungan dalam sistem konflik dapat berkembang menjadi lebih baik, apalagi ketika tercipta sebuah pemahaman (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mutual understanding&lt;/span&gt;) antara pihak-pihak yang berkonflik (Lerche, 2000). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Secara garis besar, Montville dalam Lerche (2000) mengungkapkan terdapat tiga unsur langkah resolusi konflik melalui rekonsiliasi, yaitu pengakuan (acknowledgement), perasaan bersalah atau menyesal (contrition) dan kesediaan untuk memaafkan (forgiveness). Namun, beberapa dilema juga harus dihadapi dalam rekonsiliasi ini. Lerche (2000) mengungkapkan bahwa tujuan utama rekonsiliasi adalah penyebaran forgiveness sebagai hal paling mendasar yang sekaligus membuktikan bahwa pemulihan konflik telah sampai pada tingkat psikologis individu. Namun, hal ini sekaligus menjadi tantangan bagi para rekonsiliator. Mengetahui apa yang sebenarnya pernah terjadi sebelumnya tidak selalu menyisakan akhir yang melegakan bagi masyarakat korban konflik. Mengetahui fakta yang sebenarnya terkadang malah membuat mereka lebih marah dan semakin tidak dapat melupakan masa lalu (Lerche, 2000).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Konflik kultural di Afrika Selatan merupakan salah satu contoh sulitnya untuk mencapai tujuan utama rekonsiliasi. Politik apartheid yang melakukan diskriminasi terhadap masyarakat kulit hitam di negara ini telah berlangsung menahun dan telah mencapai eskalasi yang cukup tinggi. Konflik ini telah sampai pada “cultural of violence” yang ditandai dengan kekerasan dan ancaman terhadap masyarakat kulit hitam yang dilakukan oleh masyarakat kulit putih. Ketika Mandela terpilih sebagai presiden pertama dari entitas kulit hitam di negara tersebut, banyak tantangan yang harus dihadapi. Mandela dihadapkan pada masyarakat kulit hitam yang mengelu-elukannya, semntara di sisi lain masih ada masyarakat kulit putih yang telah sebelumnya mendominasi pemerintahan Afrika Selatan. Salah satu model rekonsiliasi yang dipilih Mandela cukup unik, yaitu penciptaan rasa “nation sense of belonging” melalui tim football Springbook yang didominasi oleh masyarakat kulit putih. Melalui kampanye “one team, one nation” Mandela ingin menciptakan rekonsiliasi antara dua entitas ini, terutama bagi masyarakat kulit hitam untuk memberikan “forgiveness” terhadap apa yang pernah dilakukan masyarakat kulit putih sebelumnya. Melalui dukungan Mandela terhadap tim ini, akhirnya Afrika Selatan berhasil melaju dalam World Cup Football pada tahun 1995. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rekonsiliasi secara etimologis berasal dari kata “re” yang berarti kembali dan “conciliate” yang berarti mendamaikan. Rekonsiliasi merupakan salah satu bentuk resolusi konflik yang didasarkan pada aspek psikologis individu dan memiliki tujuan utama berupa “forgiveness”. Namun, untuk mencapai tujuan ini bukanlah hal yang mudah. Rekonsiliasi yang berusaha menyelesaikan konflik dengan “menembus masa lalu” terkendala pada trauma psikologis dan trauma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Bagi saya, rekonsiliasi adalah sebuah proses memaafkan, bukan hanya dari kata-kata, namun juga didasari dari sikap yang mau "merangkul" musuh lama dan kemudian tetap berdiri melihat masa depan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Forgive is indeed different with Forgetting the problem. &lt;br /&gt;It is like when you flush the closet without close it. The shit is already dissapear, the smell still remains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why not forgetting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Referensi :&lt;br /&gt;Charles, Lerche, 2000. Peace Building Through Reconciliation, International Jurnal of Peace Studies, Vol. 5 No. 2. Autum Winter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-8940180115344411388?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/8940180115344411388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=8940180115344411388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8940180115344411388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8940180115344411388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2012/01/rekonsiliasi-acknowledgement-contrition.html' title='Rekonsiliasi : Acknowledgement, Contrition and Forgiveness'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoZqhu9Hb4U/TxXxFqbyPmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/h2yEDqi8VQI/s72-c/220px-HumanFactorInvictus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-1428246515248028966</id><published>2011-07-22T04:16:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T09:30:13.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Wordle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qcJoXhdPbgI/TiiXM_1ZSGI/AAAAAAAAAas/TPIC4GciKMY/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-21%2Bat%2B5.13.37%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qcJoXhdPbgI/TiiXM_1ZSGI/AAAAAAAAAas/TPIC4GciKMY/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-21%2Bat%2B5.13.37%2BPM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631917583576418402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This word cloud is taken from wordle.net to represent my value as social enterpreneur. International Relations appears as the second biggest words after Social Enterpreneur because it represent what I'm majoring right now. Although for this time I haven't had any thought to take a step on a non-contemporary profession in International Relations as diplomat, but I hope that what I have learned in world politics, cultures and globalization can improve what I want to be in the future, a social enterpreneur. The other words, such as organization, improvement, decisions, etc, are several things that represent my beliefs which I consider will support my professional career in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-1428246515248028966?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/1428246515248028966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=1428246515248028966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1428246515248028966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1428246515248028966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-first-wordle.html' title='My First Wordle'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qcJoXhdPbgI/TiiXM_1ZSGI/AAAAAAAAAas/TPIC4GciKMY/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-21%2Bat%2B5.13.37%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-671073521127723212</id><published>2011-07-22T03:54:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T09:36:36.349+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Enterpreneur and Its Value</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLdYS4LfSIc/TiiXBM8gE-I/AAAAAAAAAak/widwYa0RLek/s1600/Social%2BWorker.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLdYS4LfSIc/TiiXBM8gE-I/AAAAAAAAAak/widwYa0RLek/s320/Social%2BWorker.png.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631917380937454562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I study International Relations as my major in university. International Relations is a multi-discipline field that is influenced by some disciplines, such as sociology, politics, history, economics and law. Traditionally, International Relations scholars’ professional practice is going to be as an ambassador or formal representatives for the states. But, nowadays that doesn’t have to be so. There are other professional practices, such as analyst, representative for a Non Governmental Organization, etc, that related to International Relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually still question myself what I am going to be. But being a social entrepreneur has caught my interest since a few years ago. I want to work in a Non Governmental Organization, especially in children education or intercultural learning organization. Some values in my future career are open-minded, having social sensitivity, be responsible and give quick responses, and dare to take some risks and unpopular decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working as a social entrepreneur required a person to be open-minded to new cultures and circumstances around them. Being an Non Governmental Organization (NGO) worker means that the person should be ready to be placed in a whole new region, which usually will be a developing place that need more improvement. Living in those kinds of situation needs an ability to adapt, adjust with a new culture and absorbing the positive sides as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social entrepreneur is one of occupation that needs more social sensitivity to face the problems related to the field they’re working in. The workers need to be sensitive of the problems that are occurred and know what will be the best solution for them. Facing the challenges, a social entrepreneur is required to act and decide quickly yet be responsible of what they have improved for somebody’s or many people life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the decisions they make will not be a popular decision. The challenges make the workers are used to risky decisions, whether it would bring a significance improvement for the community or maybe the opposite side. But, most of all, being a social entrepreneur gave a person a large fulfillment of helping and changing somebody’s or some people life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-671073521127723212?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/671073521127723212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=671073521127723212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/671073521127723212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/671073521127723212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2011/07/social-enterpreneur-and-its-value.html' title='Social Enterpreneur and Its Value'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLdYS4LfSIc/TiiXBM8gE-I/AAAAAAAAAak/widwYa0RLek/s72-c/Social%2BWorker.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-3511653147262043559</id><published>2011-07-21T08:02:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T09:44:12.720+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a World Citizen through Social Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5MqCOy855eM/Tid78kQKcFI/AAAAAAAAAaE/S3Wr30cToAY/s1600/i_am_a_world_citizen_poster-p228349489439957108trma_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5MqCOy855eM/Tid78kQKcFI/AAAAAAAAAaE/S3Wr30cToAY/s320/i_am_a_world_citizen_poster-p228349489439957108trma_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631606139503931474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How is social media being used to create a more open government and facilitate policy discussions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of its development, social media was mainly used as way to interact and keeping in touch with friends and family or for some bands, artists to update their schedule and albums. But then, social media also gave strong involvement in political matters. Barack Obama was the one that raised social media to create an open global discussion. He mainly used Facebook as one of his campaign strategies in 2008. This strategy created his images as a president candidate who emerges himself into technology and acknowledge the young generation which spend most of their time on social media. Obama won the election and became the first African American President in 2008. He currently has a page in facebook that has more 20 million friends and twitter account which is followed by more than 9 million people all over the world. People can know some of his updated policies or his thought about some current issues and even able to talk through the social media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4Hfsmo0nIw/Tid8GbPDFXI/AAAAAAAAAaM/O6ruX1xOclU/s1600/2237061185_27e1094baf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4Hfsmo0nIw/Tid8GbPDFXI/AAAAAAAAAaM/O6ruX1xOclU/s320/2237061185_27e1094baf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631606308882027890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Indonesia, social media raised up as a new way to facilitate policy discussions in October 2009 when there was a case involving two state committee officials, Bibit  Samad Rianto and Chandra Hamzah. They were the head of anti-corruption committee in Indonesia. There are lots of intrigues in this case because they were charged in bribery and have been a couple days in prison yet there has no strong evidences of their involvement in the case. Newspapers, televisions and other media covered this case as their headline or top news day by day. People are exposed by this case. The revolutionary way then was a facebook group that supports the release of two officials by trying to get one million supporters in the page. The group finally reached the amount of supporters which then influenced the policy discussion and decision of the Supreme Court. Bibit and Chandra were finally released at November 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QhTtYVDbLkk/Tid8lYuyJjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/B-ymgH926BU/s1600/Picture-5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QhTtYVDbLkk/Tid8lYuyJjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/B-ymgH926BU/s320/Picture-5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631606840785774130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eaR6WLfQd5s/Tid8ymyHztI/AAAAAAAAAac/gtRUk5pTJMQ/s1600/egypt-revolution-facebook-twitter-youtube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eaR6WLfQd5s/Tid8ymyHztI/AAAAAAAAAac/gtRUk5pTJMQ/s320/egypt-revolution-facebook-twitter-youtube.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631607067896172242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The well-known used of social media as the new way to create a more open government was in the Egypt case. By raising the movement through social media, such as facebook and twitter, the grass root movement has established a new government in Egypt. Egypt government had actually tried to ban the social media and it was not that successful. The reactions were not only from the African country or Arab’s world, yet this revolution also caught the reaction from all people through the world, including Indonesia. By the protests, discussion, or photos and videos that are exposed in the social media, the revolution ended by the resignation of former president Mubarak. There are still several controversies in this revolution, whether it is pioneered genuinely by the Egyptians or there are more external actors involving in this movement. The revolution is actually not ended yet; Egypt’s government is still in a transitional phase. But, this revolution has inspired some other African countries, such as Libya, Syria and Yemen to do the same. Social media has been a revolution tool to create a more open government, facilitate policy discussions, and also acknowledge each person as one of citizen of the world so that the involvement of a person in supporting or giving protests in public policy matters more than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7WJ-OYVa0k/Tid7KjedF2I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Dv42_8z4B98/s1600/facebook.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7WJ-OYVa0k/Tid7KjedF2I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Dv42_8z4B98/s320/facebook.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631605280301979490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image source : Google Image&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-3511653147262043559?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/3511653147262043559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=3511653147262043559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3511653147262043559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3511653147262043559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-world-citizen-through-social.html' title='Being a World Citizen through Social Media'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5MqCOy855eM/Tid78kQKcFI/AAAAAAAAAaE/S3Wr30cToAY/s72-c/i_am_a_world_citizen_poster-p228349489439957108trma_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-6291073633942760628</id><published>2011-07-21T06:40:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T09:46:03.128+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redefining Social Capital by Social Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is social capital and what effect do social media have on its development?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQphgSL3Leo/Tidn-C7FieI/AAAAAAAAAZk/z9K2E4NQUJc/s1600/iStock_000003129433Small-300x199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQphgSL3Leo/Tidn-C7FieI/AAAAAAAAAZk/z9K2E4NQUJc/s320/iStock_000003129433Small-300x199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631584174684342754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Capital is not only about some money or investment which sounds more familiar before. Capital is also about some values and norms that are priceless than money. The term “social capital” refers to some fundamental ways, norms and value about how people interact and communicate each other. Knoke (1999) in www.socialcapitalresearch.com defined social capital as "the process by which social actors create and mobilize their network connections within and between organizations to gain access to other social actors' resources”. Some people might say that social capital had less and less developed through the discovery and invention of technology. People choose to spend their time more on their gadget than interact with other people directly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Xux0MJwRI/TidoDYKeQ7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/lKYdJkld_zo/s1600/socialcapital1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3Xux0MJwRI/TidoDYKeQ7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/lKYdJkld_zo/s320/socialcapital1029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631584266285368242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When related to social media, there are some perspectives that can represent the relation. In Indonesia, nowadays children are likely spend their time in front of their computer or smartphone on chat or play games in some social medias, such as Facebook rather than playing soccer or just having some conversation outside home. The traditional games has already replaced with some new games via social media. With the new emerging technology, people have many possibilities to use their time as effective as they can. Social media becomes one of their ways to connect and interact with others by not seeing each other face to face. The network in social media has provided wider scope to facilitate people communicate each other across states and nations yet also redefine the value of communication itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Is social capital only defined when two people (or more) meet face to face? In some cases, social media precisely become a new way of many communities to interact by having forum, discussions, or keeping in touch in their busy days. There are lots of group based on hometown, hobbies, or political interests in social media which have high online traffic. When two people across nations tend to communicate each other before, they had to call via telephone which costs quiet a lot or send letter which costs plenty of time. By social media, social capital has been redefined. Communication is also valued when two people see each other by chatting with web camera by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;skype&lt;/span&gt; or when they had a serious discussion in one of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; forum. Social media has improved the way to develop social capital by emerging it with technology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-myx52rXijuI/TidoOyr_JSI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0zyAtG8NCj4/s1600/build-social-capital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-myx52rXijuI/TidoOyr_JSI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0zyAtG8NCj4/s320/build-social-capital.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631584462383818018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image source : Google Image&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-6291073633942760628?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/6291073633942760628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=6291073633942760628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6291073633942760628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6291073633942760628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2011/07/redefining-social-capital-by-social.html' title='Redefining Social Capital by Social Media'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQphgSL3Leo/Tidn-C7FieI/AAAAAAAAAZk/z9K2E4NQUJc/s72-c/iStock_000003129433Small-300x199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-413020904291776122</id><published>2011-07-21T05:35:00.017+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T09:48:39.670+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Media, A New World through Your Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is social media and what makes it unique from other forms of media?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt6p53RDlLc/TidY9Cg9p3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/VmZ3eu2ffhY/s1600/mousehand-763299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt6p53RDlLc/TidY9Cg9p3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/VmZ3eu2ffhY/s320/mousehand-763299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631567664720488306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The development of Internet has given several progresses for the development of ways to communicate and interact. One of the developments is social media, a new way to communicate with other people across the borders and nations. Social media, such as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Friendster &lt;/span&gt;appeared in the late 90’s and then followed by the next social network, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt; in the beginning 2000s.  Social Media can be defined as a new generation to communicate and interact with people around the world and by then getting valuable information and worthwhile news about what is happened in outside the country. This new media has provided chance to people for being friends and connecting with other people by only “click” on their mouse on pad in the computer and laptop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AMN9uAZlHA/TidbEwMyFoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/vLzNvIKynBA/s1600/social-media.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AMN9uAZlHA/TidbEwMyFoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/vLzNvIKynBA/s320/social-media.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631569996266215042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;At the beginning, social media was used more by people to connect with new friends or for some major and independent bands to promote their music, video and updated tour. Let’s check on some major band’s Myspace, like Greenday, SUM 41, or Kings of Convenience. They used to update their tour schedule, the newest songs and music videos. But then, social media is built up more when Facebook was launched in 2004. Facebook then became the world most developed social media and now already has had over 750 million users all over the world.  At 2006, another type of social media, Twitter, was launched as one of social media based on micro-blogging. Twitter then became popular because of some official twitter pages from celebrities, athletes or politicians around the world. They share their daily activities, their thoughts about current issues, or several quotes that inspired their life. People can just connect with them by clicking "Follow" or "Retweet". The proximity between the well known people to the world citizen became then closer and closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Social media has become a global village whereby all people around the world enable to connect each other and having chats, further conversation or forum. People don’t need to communicate directly face to face; just by clicking a button, they will all get connected. This new kind of media has become also one of channels for globalization. The world became a global shopping mall where people can “buy and sell” their ideas, thoughts, arguments through this emerging social network and multimedia by clicking buttons their gadget.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sj-aKEw0Tt4/TidaEGMzg-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/swm_zVKbuJQ/s1600/social_media_clutter%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sj-aKEw0Tt4/TidaEGMzg-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/swm_zVKbuJQ/s320/social_media_clutter%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631568885480391650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image source : Google Image&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-413020904291776122?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/413020904291776122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=413020904291776122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/413020904291776122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/413020904291776122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2011/07/social-media-new-world-through-your.html' title='Social Media, A New World through Your Hand'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt6p53RDlLc/TidY9Cg9p3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/VmZ3eu2ffhY/s72-c/mousehand-763299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-8874666392910352398</id><published>2011-05-31T23:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T23:45:31.584+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity</title><content type='html'>Sanity, or insanity? Belakangan ini saya terlalu banyak aktivitas, yang menuntut banyak tanggung jawab dan tanggung jawab meminta banyak energi untuk berpikir pula. Saya jadi linglung, pusing dan bingung. Jarang ada waktu untuk keluarga, teman (apalagi yang lainnya). Ingin sekali pergi sama Ajik dan Mama, rasanya waktu itu cepet banget dan udah lama sekali kami tidak pergi bertiga. Komplain juga sudah beberapa kali ada. Memang ini resikonya yang harus saya jalani. Tapi, kalau saja saya bisa mengulang waktu, saya gak akan se"serakah" ini dalam memilih kegiatan. Because, I have to admit that I still need time for my family, friends and myself. But now, I have to enjoy my time with (maybe) a little bit of sanity. SMILEEEE!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-8874666392910352398?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/8874666392910352398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=8874666392910352398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8874666392910352398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8874666392910352398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2011/05/sanity.html' title='Sanity'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-3030232360455783898</id><published>2011-04-24T16:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T16:33:16.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Side - Adhitia Sofyan</title><content type='html'>Have you heard&lt;br /&gt;The world keeps spinning round and round&lt;br /&gt;Until you see the lines finally broken in to&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong ,You know its only fun and games&lt;br /&gt;Until you loose, and they’ll know the dark side of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, tell them to someone who listens&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will be long gone and life should get back to it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But stay a while we talk about the morning plans&lt;br /&gt;And all the lies, yeah I’ll buy you breakfast and all&lt;br /&gt;After all you’re free to roam wherever&lt;br /&gt;They might take you they might want you to be&lt;br /&gt;We’ll know the dark side of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, I know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;The weigh of the world is in your hands&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/3747665988841001211-3030232360455783898?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/3030232360455783898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=3030232360455783898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3030232360455783898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3030232360455783898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2011/04/dark-side-adhitia-sofyan.html' title='Dark Side - Adhitia Sofyan'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-4122154731101991436</id><published>2011-02-18T10:50:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:00:00.796+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Sinta, Run</title><content type='html'>"I run from hate, I run from prejudice&lt;br /&gt;I run from pessimists, but I run too late&lt;br /&gt;I run my life or is it running me, run from my past&lt;br /&gt;I run too fast or too slow it seems"&lt;br /&gt;(I Run to You - Lady Antebellum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, run. I'll run in this semester, from some things and for many things. Am I going to run fast or slow? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Isch egal&lt;/span&gt;; run Sinta, run..!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMy_yNVDFRg/TV3uLnrJH8I/AAAAAAAAAYg/P4_Wb-v3UHg/s1600/runner-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMy_yNVDFRg/TV3uLnrJH8I/AAAAAAAAAYg/P4_Wb-v3UHg/s320/runner-girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574873797150449602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-4122154731101991436?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/4122154731101991436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=4122154731101991436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4122154731101991436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4122154731101991436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2011/02/run-sinta-run.html' title='Run Sinta, Run'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMy_yNVDFRg/TV3uLnrJH8I/AAAAAAAAAYg/P4_Wb-v3UHg/s72-c/runner-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-4013728835716227204</id><published>2011-02-16T20:50:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T10:43:22.947+07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzJmD80kLQo/TV3qUgIP-WI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BVb-ST5zHkI/s1600/flat-wedding-shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzJmD80kLQo/TV3qUgIP-WI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BVb-ST5zHkI/s320/flat-wedding-shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574869551697361250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvnzWPg8ljc/TV3qM6yk4MI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ARDwFvH8tLI/s1600/clarks_man_shoes0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvnzWPg8ljc/TV3qM6yk4MI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ARDwFvH8tLI/s320/clarks_man_shoes0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574869421415260354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images : Google Image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge, don't pretend, no prejudice. Try to put myself in their shoes. Would it be happier or maybe much more happier? Lalu berdamai dengan diri sendiri. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-4013728835716227204?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/4013728835716227204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=4013728835716227204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4013728835716227204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4013728835716227204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-shoes.html' title='In the Shoes'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzJmD80kLQo/TV3qUgIP-WI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BVb-ST5zHkI/s72-c/flat-wedding-shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-3990213945549294884</id><published>2011-02-08T22:37:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T10:48:25.312+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with my Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TVFmC-dXp-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/O9m_Y9Y3h84/s1600/Dance_with_my_Father1_op_423x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TVFmC-dXp-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/O9m_Y9Y3h84/s320/Dance_with_my_Father1_op_423x600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571346415345969122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that people are familiar with the song "Dance with my Father". The song reminds me my first aim studying in Surabaya. I've been sleepwalking I guess in the last three semester. God, please let me fulfill the aim from now on. Thank you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-3990213945549294884?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/3990213945549294884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=3990213945549294884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3990213945549294884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3990213945549294884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2011/02/dance-with-my-father.html' title='Dance with my Father'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TVFmC-dXp-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/O9m_Y9Y3h84/s72-c/Dance_with_my_Father1_op_423x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-3230555110026770166</id><published>2011-01-04T22:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:07:33.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the First Time - The Script</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TSNFmW8Jg_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/SwIZ9MbK-2Y/s1600/the%2Bscript.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TSNFmW8Jg_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/SwIZ9MbK-2Y/s320/the%2Bscript.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558362890400531442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;While I'm drinking jack all alone in my local bar&lt;br /&gt;And we don't know how we got into this mad situation&lt;br /&gt;Only doing things out of frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make it work but man these times are hard&lt;br /&gt;She needs me now but I can't seem to find a time&lt;br /&gt;I've git a new job now in the unemployment line&lt;br /&gt;And we don't know we got into this mess it's a gods test&lt;br /&gt;Someone help us cause we're doing our best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make it work but man these times are hard&lt;br /&gt;But we're gonna start by drinking old cheap bottles of wine&lt;br /&gt;Sit talking up all night&lt;br /&gt;Saying things we haven't for a while, a while yeah&lt;br /&gt;We're smiling but we're close to tears&lt;br /&gt;Even after all these years&lt;br /&gt;We just now got the feeling that we're meeting&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in line at the door with her head held high&lt;br /&gt;While I just lost my job but didn't lose my flight&lt;br /&gt;But we both know how we're gonna make it work when it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you pick yourself up you get kicked in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make it work but man these times are hard&lt;br /&gt;But we're gonna start by drinking old cheap bottles of wine&lt;br /&gt;Saying things we haven't for a while, a while yeah&lt;br /&gt;We're smiling but we're close to tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after all these years&lt;br /&gt;We just now got the feeling that we're meeting&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking old cheap bottles of wine&lt;br /&gt;Saying things we haven't for a while, a while yeah&lt;br /&gt;We're smiling but we're close to tears&lt;br /&gt;Even after all these years&lt;br /&gt;We just now got the feeling that we're meeting&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh these times are hard&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they're making us crazy&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh these times are hard&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they're making us crazy&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh these times are hard&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they're making us crazy&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Got this song from one of my friend. She said this song helps she goes through her days and weeks. and now...I started to love this song. How a song can describe your feelings and you don't need to write it. Just listen to that song and then you felt released from some feelings. That's what I feel when listening to this song :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-3230555110026770166?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/3230555110026770166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=3230555110026770166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3230555110026770166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3230555110026770166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-first-time-script.html' title='For the First Time - The Script'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TSNFmW8Jg_I/AAAAAAAAAX0/SwIZ9MbK-2Y/s72-c/the%2Bscript.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-2757936448898492975</id><published>2011-01-03T16:13:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:22:46.345+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pursuit of Happyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TSGdFo0YznI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5hYTYzCHIyQ/s1600/life_liberty_pursuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TSGdFo0YznI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5hYTYzCHIyQ/s320/life_liberty_pursuit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557896135333957234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TSGc_BoYdoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/T4j4eK1d6K0/s1600/2006_pursuit_of_happyness_wallpaper_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TSGc_BoYdoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/T4j4eK1d6K0/s320/2006_pursuit_of_happyness_wallpaper_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557896021735405186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It was right then that I started thinking about Thomas Jefferson on the Declaration of Independence and the part about our right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. And I remember thinking how did he know to put the pursuit part in there? That maybe happiness is something that we can only pursue and maybe we can actually never have it. No matter what. How did he know that?&lt;/span&gt;" - Chris Gardner (The Pursuit of Happyness - 2006) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata bukan hanya saya yang terkesima dan heran ketika mendengar frase "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness&lt;/span&gt;" yang tertulis di Declaration of Independence Amerika Serikat 4 Juli 1776. Entah apa yang ada di benak pencetus utama Deklarasi ini, Thomas Jefferson. Dari kuliah singkat saya tentang Amerika Serikat, saya jadi tahu ada sosok di balik layar pengakuan hak di Amerika Serikat. Dialah Thomas Jefferson. Seorang Republikan yang memiliki pandangan luas mengenai persamaan hak. Seorang yang tidak terlalu banyak bicara, namun memiliki banyak ide di balik layar. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He rather contributes his pen than speaking as the others do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut saya, frase "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pursuit of happiness&lt;/span&gt;" itu unik. Sangat unik ketika sebuah negara menjamin hak warganegaranya untuk dapat mengejar kebahagiaannya dan mencantumkannya dalam Deklarasi kemerdekaannya. Sebegitu pentingkah nilai kebahagiaan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pursuit of Happyness (2006) baru saya tonton tadi malam. Sempat lagi-lagi ketiduran pula. Bukan salah tulis, "happyness" dalam judul film ini memang sengaja ditulis dengan huruf "y", mengacu pada salah satu adegan di film dimana Christopher, anak dari Chris Gardner, pemeran utama film ini bersekolah di kelompok bermain milik etnis Tionghoa di kota San Francisco yang selalu salah menulis "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;" dengan "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;happyness&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Gardner adalah seorang salesman, namun memiliki kelebihan dalam matematika dan penghafalan angka-angka. Mengambil setting Amerika Serikat pada tahun 1981, penghasilan Gardner tidak proporsional dengan uang sewa dan pajak-pajak yang harus ia bayarkan saat itu. Keinginan kuatnya untuk mengembangkan passion dalam angka, membawanya mengikuti program magang sebagai pialang (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stockbroker&lt;/span&gt;) di perusahaan Dean Witter selama enam bulan, tanpa digaji. Konflik pun dimulai, tabungan Gardner yang semakin terkuras, uang sewa yang selalu ditunggak, pajak yang mengharuskan seluruh tabungannya akhirnya ludes hingga istri yang akhirnya meninggalkannya dan Christopher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Gardner adalah pejuang. Berpindah dari satu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shelter house&lt;/span&gt; ke &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shelter house&lt;/span&gt; lainnya, tidak pernah mengambil minum di tempat kerja-dengan alasan itu membutuhkan delapan menit untuk berjalan, mengambil minum dan beristirahat sejenak; dan ia tidak punya waktu yang cukup karena tetap harus menjemput Christopher dan "berburu" &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shelter house&lt;/span&gt; untuk tempat berteduh jika malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Happiness is one thing that man can pursue.&lt;/span&gt; Semua orang berhak mengejar kebahagiaannya. Bagaimana bisa Jefferson mengetahuinya? Menurut saya, ide "pursuit of happiness" dalam Declaration of Independence itu hebat; punya makna yang dalam dan luas sekali. Kebahagiaan tidak dapat diukur oleh apapun; uang, kepintaran atau hal apapun lainnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I believe that I should also pursue my happiness. Everyone deserves to. Let's pursue the happiness in this New Year. Or maybe we can actually never have it; like Gardner said? Well, I won't make it harder. Promised to myself already. Happiness will always come and...happiness is real when shared. Don't wanna have some resolutions in this year. Let it be, let it be. But I've got some plans already. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year People!!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless us in every step we take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinta :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-2757936448898492975?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/2757936448898492975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=2757936448898492975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/2757936448898492975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/2757936448898492975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2011/01/pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='The Pursuit of Happyness'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TSGdFo0YznI/AAAAAAAAAXs/5hYTYzCHIyQ/s72-c/life_liberty_pursuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-8967238107964260591</id><published>2010-12-12T22:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:34:52.534+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Singkat</title><content type='html'>Dear Bloggie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah dengar lagu "Jejak Langkah?" Lagu itu sering sekali saya dengarkan beberapa hari ini. Entah maknanya apa, tapi lagu itu dari dulu selalu mengena buat saya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bukan orang yang pintar menulis atau rajin membaca. Saya, banyak belajar dari lirik-lirik lagu. Pernah dengar lagi lagunya "Esok kan masih ada?" Saya suka sekali lagu itu. "Hai nona manis, biarkanlah bumi berputar, menurut kehendak yang kuasa", itu katanya oom Utha Likumahua dalam lagu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pernah bilang kalo hidup itu "take and give", ada saatnya menerima, pasti ada saatnya memberi. Tapi sekarang saya juga mau bilang kalo hidup itu "rem dan gas". Ada saatnya kita mengerem semua keinginan, ucapan, pikiran, dan ada saatnya kita pol-polan bersemangat mengejar apa yang diinginkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini sekedar update singkat. Lagi-lagi tidak bisa konsentrasi membaca, padahal segelas kopi coklat jeruk favorit sudah diseduh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sepintar-pintarnya tersenyum, tapi tidak salah untuk sesekali mengeluh, bosan, galau. Tapi ingat, jangan terlalu lama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inhale, exhale ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-8967238107964260591?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/8967238107964260591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=8967238107964260591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8967238107964260591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8967238107964260591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/12/update-singkat.html' title='Update Singkat'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-6831461542702580374</id><published>2010-12-08T15:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T15:45:50.075+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep - Binocular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TP9Ff0DmQ6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/vaqzq8d5fOs/s1600/binocular-14130-binocular.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TP9Ff0DmQ6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/vaqzq8d5fOs/s320/binocular-14130-binocular.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548229678795735970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what you mean&lt;br /&gt;And this is how you feel&lt;br /&gt;So this is how you see&lt;br /&gt;And this is how you breathe&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I go down deep&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what you mean&lt;br /&gt;And this is how you feel&lt;br /&gt;So this how you see&lt;br /&gt;And this is how you breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I go down deep&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;Touching every breath&lt;br /&gt;All a slight off hand&lt;br /&gt;For everything you left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I go down deep&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I give myself for you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I know down deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lagu ini lagu lama. Saya dengarkan lagi secara tidak sengaja dua hari yang lalu ketika seorang kenalan dengan gitarnya menyanyikan lagu ini. Agak depressed, pasrah, tapi menerima apa adanya; perasaan ada saatnya untuk diatur. Kadang kita tahu kapan harus mengatur perasaan itu, tapi seringkali perasaan hanya berakhir sebagai sesuatu yang hanya disimpan rapat dan sudah terlanjur masuk ke dalam benak, otak. Saya mencoba mendefinisikan lirik "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sometimes I know, Sometimes I go down deep&lt;/span&gt;" lagu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaa oo aa oo o..&lt;br /&gt;haaaa oo aa oo o..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Galungan&lt;br /&gt;Semoga hari ini jadi hari yang bermakna.&lt;br /&gt;cheers!! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-6831461542702580374?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/6831461542702580374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=6831461542702580374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6831461542702580374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6831461542702580374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/12/deep-binocular.html' title='Deep - Binocular'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TP9Ff0DmQ6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/vaqzq8d5fOs/s72-c/binocular-14130-binocular.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-1928768745063187111</id><published>2010-11-22T05:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T05:54:53.798+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I became a bit more random in this semester. I slept randomly, I'm getting lost in thoughts. I know why, but I just couldn't tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga virus random ini gak lama-lama ya.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-1928768745063187111?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/1928768745063187111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=1928768745063187111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1928768745063187111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1928768745063187111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/11/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-5686145263921972811</id><published>2010-11-17T22:14:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:55:20.850+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maghrib di AJBS 171110</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TOP4fZKgxSI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/yfjEHXCjgDg/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BDSC_1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TOP4fZKgxSI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/yfjEHXCjgDg/s320/Copy%2Bof%2BDSC_1334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540545184810452258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini saya jalan-jalan sama Ayah ke AJBS. AJBS ini, kalo kata Mama saya adalah tempat baut-baut. hehe. Emang benar sih, di sana memang pusat alat-alat pertukangan dan rumah tangga, dari wastafel sampe baut dan mur yang paling kecil. Kebetulan tadi kami melihat pameran interior rumah, ada pameran karikaturnya Tony Rafty pula; wartawan Australia yang meiput di Indonesia selama Perang Dunia 2, dan...melihat baut-baut tentunya (saya hanya duduk manis menunggu saja kalau yang ini). Gak terasa hari sudah maghrib, tiba-tiba kawanan burung emprit (bener ga ya ini namanya? kata ayah saya begitu) yang banyaak sekali terbang lalu lalang mengitari langit AJBS saat manghrib itu, mereka punya ritme; seakan berdansa. Saya, ayah saya, dan orang-orang yang hendak pulang saat itu menyempatkan diri berhenti sejenak menikmati pemandangan yang unik itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bosnya yang punya ini beli banyak di pasar burung, dan kalo maghrib selalu dilepas, Pak", jelas Pak Satpam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caantik banget :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-5686145263921972811?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/5686145263921972811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=5686145263921972811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5686145263921972811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5686145263921972811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/11/maghrib-di-ajbs-171110.html' title='Maghrib di AJBS 171110'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TOP4fZKgxSI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/yfjEHXCjgDg/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2BDSC_1334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-2530310083358929188</id><published>2010-11-17T21:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:12:48.667+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apatis Ria - Sore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TOPwu47bUqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ycrLzC-q4fI/s1600/sore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TOPwu47bUqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ycrLzC-q4fI/s320/sore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540536654942130850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua sudah terasa gundah..&lt;br /&gt;dan berholiday tak pernah usai&lt;br /&gt;Segala tua muda merasa pudar&lt;br /&gt;Apakah sudah terjalan merasuki usia&lt;br /&gt;Menghantui.. menyakiti..&lt;br /&gt;tapi ku tak mudah merasa punah&lt;br /&gt;dan berholiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denganmu bersatu melupa suram&lt;br /&gt;dan nasibku berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Inikah nikmatnya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denganmu bersatu melupa suram&lt;br /&gt;dan nasibku berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Inikah nikmatnya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua sudah hilang..&lt;br /&gt;dan berholiday tak pernah usai&lt;br /&gt;denganmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Udah beberapa hari ini lagu ini jadi top playlist saya..hehe..Iseng saya teringat kalau dulu ada band yang bagus, Sore, yang ngisi soundtracknya "Berbagi Suami". Iseng lagi saya ketik nama "Sore" di website pencari lagu favorit dan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;voila,&lt;/span&gt; muncullah si "Apatis Ria" ini. Lagu galau lagi sebenernya; tapi gak tau kenapa lagu ini seperti bercerita dan saya pun seakan mengerti apa yang ingin disampaikan Awan Garnida dkk sementara sering saya heran dengan pilihan kata lagu ini, "berholiday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justru jadi makin misterius :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paling suka bagian siulannya..."Semua sudah pulang dan berholiday, tak pernah usai, denganmu"&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/3747665988841001211-2530310083358929188?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/2530310083358929188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=2530310083358929188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/2530310083358929188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/2530310083358929188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/11/apatis-ria-sore.html' title='Apatis Ria - Sore'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TOPwu47bUqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ycrLzC-q4fI/s72-c/sore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-7374072955799316291</id><published>2010-10-10T22:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:09:50.523+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curhat buat Sahabat - Dewi Lestari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TLHlQzjHcUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lOtd-Zbb8os/s1600/recto-verso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TLHlQzjHcUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lOtd-Zbb8os/s320/recto-verso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526450294638473538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahabatku, usai tawa ini&lt;br /&gt;Izinkan aku bercerita:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telah jauh, ku mendaki&lt;br /&gt;Sesak udara di atas puncak khayalan&lt;br /&gt;Jangan sampai kau di sana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telah jauh, ku terjatuh&lt;br /&gt;Pedihnya luka di dasar jurang kecewa&lt;br /&gt;Dan kini sampailah, aku disini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang cuma ingin diam, duduk di tempatku&lt;br /&gt;Menanti seorang yang biasa saja&lt;br /&gt;Segelas air di tangannya, kala kuterbaring... sakit&lt;br /&gt;Yang sudi dekat, mendekap tanganku&lt;br /&gt;Mencari teduhnya dalam mataku&lt;br /&gt;Dan berbisik : 'Pandang aku, kau tak sendiri,&lt;br /&gt;oh dewiku...'&lt;br /&gt;Dan demi Tuhan, hanya itulah yang&lt;br /&gt;Itu saja kuinginkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahabatku, bukan maksud hati membebani,&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telah lama, kumenanti&lt;br /&gt;Satu malam sunyi untuk kuakhiri&lt;br /&gt;Dan usai tangis ini, aku kan berjanji...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk diam, duduk di tempatku&lt;br /&gt;Menanti seorang yang biasa saja&lt;br /&gt;Segelas air di tangannya, kala kuterbaring... sakit&lt;br /&gt;Menentang malam, tanpa bimbang lagi&lt;br /&gt;Demi satu dewi yang lelah bermimpi&lt;br /&gt;Dan berbisik : 'Selamat tidur, tak perlu bermimpi bersamaku...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai tuhan, jangan bilang lagi itu terlalu tinggi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Saya bukan orang yang paham sastra, gak betah baca buku yang tebal, apalagi berat. Dulu waktu kecil saya dikenal suka membaca, punya perpustakaan kecil di kompleks perumahan yang bisa dipinjam sama tetangga. Tapi, seiring berjalannya waktu, kebiasaan itu hilang. Saya tidak terlalu suka membaca. Pusing jika terlalu lama membaca. Lebih memilih mendengarkan musik, menonton tivi daripada membaca. Padahal saya tahu kalau buku itu jendela dunia, buku itu membuka pengetahuan, buku itu berisi banyak ilmu yang terkadang tidak bisa didapatkan di tivi, sekolah, ataupun lagu-lagu yang sering saya dengar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa minggu lalu saya nginep di rumah seorang teman. Dia orang yang cerdas, suka baca buku, dari yang novel sampe bacaan bahasa Inggris yang berat. Dia cerita tentang rectoverso, berfilosofi sedikit tentang makna rectoverso itu. Dan saya tertarik untuk membaca sekaligus mendengarkan lagu-lagunya. Lagu "Peluk" kata dia bagus, buat orang yang melewati masa perpisahan. Tapi, setelah mendengarkan lagu-lagu lain, jagoan saya lagu "Curhat buat Sahabat" ini. Cerita dan lagunya sinkron, penuh makna. Ada satu kutipan bagus sekali dalam cerpen nya lagu ini (jadi rectoverso itu terdiri atas 11 cerpen dan 11 lagu yang saling berhubungan). Ini kutipannya, kurang lebih seperti ini : Sebotol anggur mahal ada di depanmu, tapi kamu tetap mencari. Segelas air putih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baca cerpennya dan makna kutipan dan lagu ini terasa sekali :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other recommended : Malaikat juga tahu, Firasat, Aku ada :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewi Lestari jagoan, saya harus lebih sering baca :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-7374072955799316291?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/7374072955799316291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=7374072955799316291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7374072955799316291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7374072955799316291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/10/curhat-buat-sahabat-dewi-lestari.html' title='Curhat buat Sahabat - Dewi Lestari'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TLHlQzjHcUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lOtd-Zbb8os/s72-c/recto-verso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-7978028575572522747</id><published>2010-09-06T23:18:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T00:15:21.492+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIUequPzRNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SGTSVGoSmQg/s1600/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIUequPzRNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SGTSVGoSmQg/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513847038102684882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIUbGqF9SWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gs9AKf07g2E/s1600/_DSC1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIUbGqF9SWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/gs9AKf07g2E/s320/_DSC1311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513843119977482594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember your thick jacket and always taking pictures, pictures and pictures just like the Japanese.." katanya Oom Piet tadi. Itu dua tahun yang lalu, Oom. Oom Piet, tante Magda dan Cyntha dan pengalaman musim dingin-semi 2008 selalu membuat saya ingin kembali ke negeri kincir angin. Semoga :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-7978028575572522747?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/7978028575572522747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=7978028575572522747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7978028575572522747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7978028575572522747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-remember-your-thick-jacket-and-always.html' title='Nostalgia :)'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIUequPzRNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SGTSVGoSmQg/s72-c/DSC00623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-3843857486250142554</id><published>2010-09-06T22:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:15:36.577+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Jim - Endah N Rhesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIUTmrIZlpI/AAAAAAAAAV4/G8afNi4bMc4/s1600/endah-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIUTmrIZlpI/AAAAAAAAAV4/G8afNi4bMc4/s320/endah-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513834873918953106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a man whose called Uncle Jim&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t have home, he’s sleeping on the street&lt;br /&gt;He use to play his old violin&lt;br /&gt;Singing while tap dancing with his feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always see him every morning&lt;br /&gt;He gives me strength and spirit with his smile&lt;br /&gt;I wait the train until it’s coming&lt;br /&gt;Wave my hand and then he says “Goodbye”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising up to major notes, falling down to minor chords&lt;br /&gt;I always remember all the words&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, be happy.. he shout at me that im so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people think that he’s so crazy&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jim, you make my world becomes beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Play the melody once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising up to major notes, falling down to minor chords&lt;br /&gt;I always remember all the words&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, be happy.. he shout at me that im so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people think that he’s so crazy&lt;br /&gt;But now he’s gone and cant be found&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he has left this town.. oh..what my day is gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jim, I heard the latest news today..&lt;br /&gt;I send my message to you when I pray &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* got their CD as a birthday present, this song told me how a stranger could be "someone". My friend got a cool T-Shirt, "I met you as a stranger, then I left you as a friend". Orang-orang yang berarti dalam hidup kita muncul dengan waktu dan cara yang tak terduga, mungkin ini maksudnya Endah dan Rhesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbicara tentang &lt;em&gt;strangers&lt;/em&gt;, dulu waktu saya SMA, saya naik bemo ke sekolah. Di tempat saya tinggal itu banyak truk yang melintas karena rumah saya deket pabrik sepatu New Era (hash maksudnya? hehe). Jadi intinya jalanan ramai, padahal saya harus menyeberang buat naik bemo. Tapi tiap pagi ada bapak yang selalu berbaik hati menyebrangkan saya. Saya gak pernak nanya nama bapak itu. Yang saya tau bapak ini sepertinya kernet bison yang selalu nongkrong di deket tempat tinggal saya. Setahun saya meninggalkan Sidoarjo, ketika kembali ke kelas 3, sang bapak masih setia di sana dan menyebrangkan saya. Akhirnya saya ngekos di belakang sekolah dan sampai saat ini bapak itu gak pernah saya lihat lagi...Di manapun bapak berada, makasih ya selalu menyebrangkan saya waktu sekolah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger kedua (sebenarnya ini bukan benar-benar stranger), adalah Oom Tumpal. Oom Tumpal orang Batak asli, marganya Silalahi. Oom dulu teman kerja ayah saya, tinggal di Jakarta, tapi ayah saya sangat sering cerita tentang dia. Orangnya baik, ramah, supel dan &lt;em&gt;good looking&lt;/em&gt;. Waktu saya TK, saya dihadiahi ayah saya piano-pianoan yang kecil. Oom Tumpal yang pertama kali mengajari saya "main piano". Lagu Ibu Kartini yang awalnya do re mi fa sol mi do, selalu saya ingat sebagai lagu pertama yang saya "bisa". Waktu FB pertama kali booming, ternyata Oom juga sudah ikut meramaikan. Oom waktu itu sudah menikah, punya anak laki-laki kecil yang ganteng. Foto-fotonya menunjukkan kebanggaan seorang ayah muda dengan jagoan kecilnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi beberapa minggu yang lalu Oom Tumpal tiada, sakit yang saya tidak terlalu jelas namanya karena terlalu ilmiah. Dan tiba-tiba foto seorang ayah dan anak dengan tulisan "Superdad" di sebuah folder account facebook melayang di otak saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your soul rest in peace, plays a beautiful harmony; just like piano; for you wife and son, Oom :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-3843857486250142554?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/3843857486250142554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=3843857486250142554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3843857486250142554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3843857486250142554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/09/uncle-jim-endah-n-rhesa.html' title='Uncle Jim - Endah N Rhesa'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIUTmrIZlpI/AAAAAAAAAV4/G8afNi4bMc4/s72-c/endah-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-4988879110850034809</id><published>2010-08-30T21:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:43:21.822+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boat isn't Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/THvDeUWKqAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/EJY8cHqspgk/s1600/boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/THvDeUWKqAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/EJY8cHqspgk/s320/boat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511213494643107842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boat isn't pretty, &lt;br /&gt;That boat seems prettier than mine&lt;br /&gt;That boat looks brighter than mine&lt;br /&gt;That boat is just perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is an old, not-really bright, and too simple boat...&lt;br /&gt;Oh look at that boat...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems wanna take their trip with that boat&lt;br /&gt;Including You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;No one yet&lt;br /&gt;I'm a boat behind&lt;br /&gt;My boat isn't as pretty as that boat&lt;br /&gt;But guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I believe that someone, somehow and at unspecified time, wanna take a trip with my boat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boat isn't pretty; I know&lt;br /&gt;But my boat is a brave one&lt;br /&gt;Surfing and crossing the sea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-4988879110850034809?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/4988879110850034809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=4988879110850034809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4988879110850034809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4988879110850034809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-boat-isnt-pretty.html' title='My Boat isn&apos;t Pretty'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/THvDeUWKqAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/EJY8cHqspgk/s72-c/boat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-4683591835609459665</id><published>2010-08-29T14:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:46:54.981+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled - Maliq &amp; D'essentials</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/THoOrk_kd2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/9HF7GoWJu8M/s1600/Maliq_1st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/THoOrk_kd2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/9HF7GoWJu8M/s320/Maliq_1st.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510733235868694370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kurasakan sudah ada&lt;br /&gt;ruang di hatiku yang kau sentuh...&lt;br /&gt;dan ketika kusadari sudah&lt;br /&gt;tak selalu indah cinta yang ada..&lt;br /&gt;mungkin memang ku yang harus mengerti&lt;br /&gt;bilaku bukan yang ingin kau miliki&lt;br /&gt;salahkah ku bila&lt;br /&gt;kaulah yang ada di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adakah ku singgah di hatimu&lt;br /&gt;mungkinkah kau rindukan adaku&lt;br /&gt;adakah ku sedikit di hatimu ?&lt;br /&gt;bilakah ku mengganggu harimu&lt;br /&gt;mungkinkah tak inginkan adaku&lt;br /&gt;akankah ku sedikit di hatimu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila memang ku yang harus mengerti&lt;br /&gt;mengapa cintamu tak dapat kumiliki&lt;br /&gt;salahkah ku bila&lt;br /&gt;kaulah yang ada di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;kau yang ada di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila cinta kita tak kan tercipta&lt;br /&gt;ku hanya sekedar ingin tuk mengerti&lt;br /&gt;adakah diriku oh singgah di hatimu&lt;br /&gt;dan bilakah kau tau&lt;br /&gt;kaulah yang ada di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;kau yang ada di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;adakah ku di hatimu ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"we always question life, but can life questions us?"&lt;br /&gt;Should I keep this thoughts as questions that never can't be answered?&lt;br /&gt;Should I always questions life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-4683591835609459665?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/4683591835609459665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=4683591835609459665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4683591835609459665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4683591835609459665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/08/untitled-maliq-dessentials.html' title='Untitled - Maliq &amp; D&apos;essentials'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/THoOrk_kd2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/9HF7GoWJu8M/s72-c/Maliq_1st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-1254188109466435282</id><published>2010-08-23T07:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:20:59.999+07:00</updated><title type='text'>20</title><content type='html'>"It's time to be mature..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umur saya sudah kepala dua..Ada beban, ada tanggung jawab. Ulang tahun ke 20 kemarin terasa spesial. Ucapan selamat ulang tahun, Kado dan kue dari orangtua dan teman-teman semuanya spesial buat saya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di umur ke-20 ini saya ingin lebih sabar, lebih memandang semua persoalan dengan positif, ingin menjadi pendengar baik, ingin menjadi orang yang fun (banyak ya pengennya ? :P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome 20...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's time to be more mature...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semangat2...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-1254188109466435282?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/1254188109466435282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=1254188109466435282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1254188109466435282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1254188109466435282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/08/20.html' title='20'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-5447685165360584262</id><published>2010-06-27T08:47:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T09:03:08.350+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Babbling...</title><content type='html'>Kings of Convenience said "You're the windsurfer crossing the ocean, and I'm the boat behind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Johnson sings "But now we have, only confuse hearts.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele asked "Should I give up, or should I just keep chasing pavements?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adhitia Sofyan wrote, "Lights go down curtain falls, That’s how this story ends, As the day passes by, I knew that this gaze was long overdue"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I say, sing, ask or write? I have no idea (my favorite phrase). &lt;br /&gt;Keep it or show it, people would suggest.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I realize all of those realities. I'm pretending that I should give up, quit, stop thinking about all of those thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it flow, people would suggest, again ?&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to and I'll admit the cliche; Time would answer everything...&lt;br /&gt;(again? Should I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday..!!&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-5447685165360584262?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/5447685165360584262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=5447685165360584262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5447685165360584262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5447685165360584262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/06/babbling.html' title='Just Babbling...'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-1852921099246400943</id><published>2010-06-25T00:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:53:23.083+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCOXqWMUi8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/_d5WoP4tT0E/s1600/hey-there-delilah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCOXqWMUi8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/_d5WoP4tT0E/s320/hey-there-delilah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486395524834954178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;But girl, tonight you look so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do&lt;br /&gt;Times Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice, it's my disguise&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me, girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it all&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;br /&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school &lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You'll know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This one's for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lagu ini manis banget.."Times Square cant shine as bright as you..", katanya Tom Higgenson, sang vokalis..what a line..:)&lt;br /&gt;Lagu ini memang untuk seorang yang bernama Delilah. Delilah DiCrescenzo, namanya, seorang atlit lari lulusan Columbia University. Sepertinya Higgenson bener-bener terinspirasi sama Delilah ini, lagu Hey There Delilah ini menurut saya manisss banget. Ini lagu favorit saya tahun 2008an. Mendengarkan lagu ini mengingatkan saya akan kamar merah yang pernah saya tempati dulu dan harapan-harapan saya yang sedikit konyol. Saya selalu kagum sama orang yang bisa main gitar dan saya mencari orang yang bisa memainkan lagu ini, tapi orang itu belum ada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu ini selalu berhasil membuat saya tersenyum-senyum sendiri. Membayangkan saya adalah Delilah dan dinyanyikan oleh Higgenson :P Sedikit gombal sih, tapi tetep aja, manis..Jarak yang jauh, "I'd walk to you if I had no other way" katanya Higgenson..&lt;em&gt;Sweet huh?&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video klip lagu ini (kalo gak salah) ber-setting di Times Square, New York. Saya selalu ingin ke sana. Times Square dengan lampu-lampunya yang terang benderang. Teman saya yang sudah pernah ke sana bilang kalau Times Square itu rame,apalagi waktu malem; jalan berdesak-desakan. "Datang ke sana siang hari," itu sarannya. Hmm, semoga cita-cita saya itu bisa kesampaian. Datang ke Times Square di malam hari (karena kalau siang rasanya akan biasa-biasa aja..; maaf ya..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this song is my favorite song ever..&lt;br /&gt;"We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerss..!!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-1852921099246400943?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/1852921099246400943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=1852921099246400943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1852921099246400943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1852921099246400943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/06/hey-there-delilah-plain-white-ts.html' title='Hey There Delilah - Plain White T&apos;s :)'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCOXqWMUi8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/_d5WoP4tT0E/s72-c/hey-there-delilah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-1636093400607454923</id><published>2010-06-23T19:10:00.015+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:44:36.621+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogjakarta Mei 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCIOy6Ccg6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/4aAsikqMK_w/s1600/DSC_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCIH5UqS3kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IqTkOHsa22s/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485955977470729794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCIFixx4WVI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JmZh0avWd1k/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCIFixx4WVI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JmZh0avWd1k/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485953391126927698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCID8hgS0yI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FCzoV7YWI_U/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCID8hgS0yI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FCzoV7YWI_U/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485951634411541282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCIDq9L6dMI/AAAAAAAAAUA/rDxMB3xb9A8/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCIDq9L6dMI/AAAAAAAAAUA/rDxMB3xb9A8/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485951332604605634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCICpFXH-sI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0eu6h21dd8I/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCICpFXH-sI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0eu6h21dd8I/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485950200927746754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCH9MZqsPFI/AAAAAAAAATo/joX8sBCAzIM/s1600/CSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCH9MZqsPFI/AAAAAAAAATo/joX8sBCAzIM/s320/CSC_0059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485944210604178514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogjakarta, kota yang selalu jadi impian saya. Klasik, kuno dan orang-orangnya sederhana; itu image saya tentang kota ini. Setahun yang lalu saya hampir kuliah di kota ini. Terkadang penyesalan itu ada, tapi saya yakin Tuhan punya rencana. Di Surabaya ada rencana Tuhan lain yang lebih indah pastinya :) Tiga hari di Jogja akhir Mei lalu bersama orangtua saya, saya jadi tambah sayang dengan mereka. Keluarga prioritas utama saya sekarang. Apapun, yang penting keluarga saya bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;Saya pengen Ayah saya sembuh. Astungkara. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-1636093400607454923?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/1636093400607454923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=1636093400607454923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1636093400607454923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1636093400607454923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/06/jogjakarta-mei-2010.html' title='Jogjakarta Mei 2010'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCIOy6Ccg6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/4aAsikqMK_w/s72-c/DSC_0133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-8076086336068014266</id><published>2010-06-19T21:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:58:23.925+07:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSION :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBza0aDZg-I/AAAAAAAAATg/3CmPzVc8Auk/s1600/large_PS2002~Passion-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBza0aDZg-I/AAAAAAAAATg/3CmPzVc8Auk/s320/large_PS2002~Passion-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484499040112051170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari yang lalu saya dan teman-teman ikut seminarnya Vaseline. Bukan, kami bukan anak-anak yang gila seminar dan motivasi, tapi kami ikut karena ada iming-iming manicure dan pedicure gratis dari Vaseline :P hahaha.. Ternyata pembicara seminarnya adalah Yoris Sebastian, mantan GM nya Hardrock Cafe di Jakarta; pencetus nya program I like Monday dulu. Cara penyampaiannya atraktif banget. Tidak membosankan, padahal saya pikir saya bakalan ga betah ikut seminar ini. Mas Yoris bilang intinya kita harus mengikuti apa &lt;em&gt;passion&lt;/em&gt; kita. Tidak harus sesuai jurusan; pekerjaan kita nantinya harus merupakan hal yang kita cintai. It inspired me :). Saya jadi berpikir, apa passion saya? Anyway, selain dapet manicure dan pedicure gratis, saya dan teman-teman saya pulang dengan membawa goodie bag Vaseline dan roti Breadtalk..:) A great seminar..!! :)) Sesuai lagu Nugie yang diputer waktu seminar ini, ikuti lentera jiwamua, &lt;em&gt;follow your passion &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak lupa foto bareng sama mas Yoris tentunya..(kami keliatan pendek..!!-kecuali Erryn, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCISz_Ojc1I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pIPLnZ40VqY/s1600/Nta%27s753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TCISz_Ojc1I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/pIPLnZ40VqY/s320/Nta%27s753.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485967980445791058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-8076086336068014266?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/8076086336068014266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=8076086336068014266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8076086336068014266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8076086336068014266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/06/passion.html' title='PASSION :)'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBza0aDZg-I/AAAAAAAAATg/3CmPzVc8Auk/s72-c/large_PS2002~Passion-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-8265282992352189076</id><published>2010-06-19T21:40:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:49:18.307+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Captures from Dekan Cup FK :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzYZdlhQXI/AAAAAAAAATY/SZoaYafztvM/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzYZdlhQXI/AAAAAAAAATY/SZoaYafztvM/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484496378180747634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adhitia Sofyan..!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzYI-g7MdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/TgEvERy9RK0/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzYI-g7MdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/TgEvERy9RK0/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484496094962069970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyboardis dan gitaris Ten2Five. Seneng deh ngliat keyboardisnya, senyum terus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzX3rYlYxI/AAAAAAAAATI/zQbMqDluPIE/s1600/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzX3rYlYxI/AAAAAAAAATI/zQbMqDluPIE/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484495797769036562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzXrgaoFEI/AAAAAAAAATA/1SRZEuif2kQ/s1600/CSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzXrgaoFEI/AAAAAAAAATA/1SRZEuif2kQ/s320/CSC_0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484495588666381378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzXidiXIpI/AAAAAAAAAS4/0i8Tq558Suo/s1600/CSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzXidiXIpI/AAAAAAAAAS4/0i8Tq558Suo/s320/CSC_0082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484495433274696338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imel from Ten2Five, singing You, Hanya Untukmu, etc. Bagus...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzXShjmA_I/AAAAAAAAASw/O_51DtP4Dtw/s1600/CSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzXShjmA_I/AAAAAAAAASw/O_51DtP4Dtw/s320/CSC_0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484495159475700722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basisnya Ten2Five yang jadi idolanya temen saya, Unyil :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-8265282992352189076?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/8265282992352189076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=8265282992352189076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8265282992352189076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8265282992352189076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/06/other-captures-from-dekan-cup-fk.html' title='Other Captures from Dekan Cup FK :)'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzYZdlhQXI/AAAAAAAAATY/SZoaYafztvM/s72-c/DSC_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-8069795179305223117</id><published>2010-06-19T21:14:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:52:09.077+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go on Adhitia Sofyan..!! :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzRYmqRe7I/AAAAAAAAASg/W2tKxILGNnM/s1600/CSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzRYmqRe7I/AAAAAAAAASg/W2tKxILGNnM/s320/CSC_0099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484488666855340978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dibuka dengan lagu yang masih asing buat saya, Adhitia (seharusnya) jadi idola di Dekan Cup FK, 11 Juni 2010 kemarin. Sound gitar plus suara mas Adhit yang gak terlalu jelas kedengarannya bikin penonton yang sudah maju ke depan jadi mundur lagi dan duduk-duduk di belakang. Ditambah lagi suara-suara penonton yang ngobrol keras-keras, padahal lagu-lagunya Adhitia itu lagu-lagu "galau" (dia sendiri yang bilang), saya jadi gak bisa terlalu menikmati penampilan Adhitia malem itu :(. Waktu lagu Adelaide Sky dimainkan, saya, teman saya, dan segerombolan mas dan mbak ikut bernyanyi keras-keras. Puas rasanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertunjukan ditutup dengan lagu After The Rain, bagian interlude nya diisi siulannya mas Adhit. Pipi mas Adhit sampai kembang kempis, tapi tidak dibarengi dengan suara mic yang jelas. Miris saya melihatnya. But go on Adhitia Sofyan..!! Saya tetap di barisan depan koq :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beruntung akhir acara saya bisa foto bareng mas Adhit (sok kenal ya saya; dari tadi manggil mas Adhit, hehehe). Ini berkat seorang teman. Makasih Desi..!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzVp3cmr1I/AAAAAAAAASo/nJEOSds-V_Y/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzVp3cmr1I/AAAAAAAAASo/nJEOSds-V_Y/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484493361465700178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-8069795179305223117?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/8069795179305223117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=8069795179305223117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8069795179305223117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8069795179305223117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-on-adhitia-sofyan.html' title='Go on Adhitia Sofyan..!! :))'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBzRYmqRe7I/AAAAAAAAASg/W2tKxILGNnM/s72-c/CSC_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-5180790890196033283</id><published>2010-06-13T23:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:52:49.089+07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU - Ten2Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBUMus38KkI/AAAAAAAAASY/xZ8k_xxRSLo/s1600/Ten2five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBUMus38KkI/AAAAAAAAASY/xZ8k_xxRSLo/s320/Ten2five.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482302117852752450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did it again&lt;br /&gt;You did hurt my heart&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You... I don’t know what to say&lt;br /&gt;You’ve made me so desperately in love&lt;br /&gt;and now you let me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you’d never lie again&lt;br /&gt;You said this time would be so right&lt;br /&gt;But then I found you were lying there by her side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.. You turn my whole life so blue&lt;br /&gt;Drowning me so deep, I just can reach myself again&lt;br /&gt;You.. Successfully tore myheart&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s only pieces&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left but pieces of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You frustated me with this love&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;You know i’m trying i’m trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.. I don’t know what to say&lt;br /&gt;You’ve made me so desperately in love&lt;br /&gt;And now you let me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dari tadi sore kerjaan saya nyanyi lagu ini terus. Lagu lama, tapi baguss banget...Hari Jumat kemarin saya baru aja nonton Ten2five manggung, dan waktu lagu ini dimainkan, semua orang nyanyi, termasuk saya dan dua orang teman yang (kayaknya) menghayati sekali lagu ini. Ten2five keren. Band idola saya waktu SMP. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................(mulai nyanyi lagu ini lagi)&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-5180790890196033283?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/5180790890196033283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=5180790890196033283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5180790890196033283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5180790890196033283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-ten2five.html' title='YOU - Ten2Five'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBUMus38KkI/AAAAAAAAASY/xZ8k_xxRSLo/s72-c/Ten2five.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-6869758125181999237</id><published>2010-06-13T16:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:33:43.158+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog saya tidak HI bangetsss :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBSloHbiyDI/AAAAAAAAARo/So6RAqvN7D8/s1600/peace_love_international_relations_photosculpture-p1532997192794193443s98_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBSloHbiyDI/AAAAAAAAARo/So6RAqvN7D8/s320/peace_love_international_relations_photosculpture-p1532997192794193443s98_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482188755024660530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halo hola hali..Dua hari ini hari istirahat yang menyenangkan. Baru saya sadar kalo besok ada dua kelas pengganti libur SNMPTN, dua2 tugasnya blum saya kerjakan. Alamat lembur sepertinya..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi saya google bahan jurnal. Ternyata banyak anak2 kampus yang punya blog. Sebagian besar blog mereka isinya tugas2 kampus, tentang kosmopolitanisme, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;green thought&lt;/span&gt;, kebangsaan, diplomasi, dan hal-hal &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"high and low politics"&lt;/span&gt; lainnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog saya? Isinya lirik lagu..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tapi tiap orang punya hak masing2 buat nentuin isi posting blognya kan? &lt;br /&gt;Kalo saya memilih untuk nyimpan jurnal2 saya sebagai koleksi pribadi aja (ngeles, hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya percaya HI itu tidak selalu harus dikaitkan dengan politik2 yang "high" (walaupun SEBAGIAN BESAR saya harus belajar hal2 itu). &lt;br /&gt;Tapi ini sudah pilihan yang saya pilih.&lt;br /&gt;Yah, Smangat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omaigat, jurnal saya masih 2 lagi, besok dikumpulin jam 7 pagi...(panik mode on)&lt;br /&gt;Have a great night..!!!&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love, and gaul..hehehehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;sinta :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-6869758125181999237?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/6869758125181999237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=6869758125181999237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6869758125181999237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6869758125181999237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-saya-tidak-hi-bangetsss-p.html' title='Blog saya tidak HI bangetsss :P'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TBSloHbiyDI/AAAAAAAAARo/So6RAqvN7D8/s72-c/peace_love_international_relations_photosculpture-p1532997192794193443s98_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-7519463331944952224</id><published>2010-06-10T07:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T07:22:35.375+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich hab' einfach keine Ahnung</title><content type='html'>I don't know what future holds and, sometimes I don't wanna know. Sometimes I found all of my previous motives are gone. Hey, why am I here? Did I take it too serious? I have no dreams, sometimes. I'm bored, with all of the routines. Sometimes I found out that this is not what I want. Those were tooo "high". Yet I don't know either what I want. Should I quit? No, I guess no. I'll absolutely say no. May I'm just a little bit hooked up with many thoughts. I shouldn't take too serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini mungkin adalah titik jenuh saya. Ingin sekali mengakhiri tulisan ini dengan kata SEMANGAT! Tapi saya lebih memilih kalimat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hab' einfach keine Ahnung&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-7519463331944952224?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/7519463331944952224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=7519463331944952224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7519463331944952224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7519463331944952224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/06/ich-hab-einfach-keine-ahnung.html' title='Ich hab&apos; einfach keine Ahnung'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-2066229380026264902</id><published>2010-05-23T05:50:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T05:53:37.044+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom and Its Owner - KoC</title><content type='html'>We'll be rich in memories of all the places&lt;br /&gt;We've captured without camera&lt;br /&gt;We've seen the pyramids&lt;br /&gt;We've seen the Louvre&lt;br /&gt;We've seen Orion upside down&lt;br /&gt;Total eclipses and the moonlight shadows&lt;br /&gt;We've seen dolphins jumping waves&lt;br /&gt;We've ski'ed the mountains and we swam in the rivers&lt;br /&gt;And let the sunlight dry our skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But freedom, freedom never greater than its owner&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is the mastery of the known&lt;br /&gt;Freedom, freedom never greater than its owner&lt;br /&gt;No view is wider than the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show a view to someone who chose to live his whole life in a cave&lt;br /&gt;He'll raise his arms to protect his eyes from learning&lt;br /&gt;And the blindness to which he belongs&lt;br /&gt;This time it's me, it's me&lt;br /&gt;Cascades of chances I'll just let them be&lt;br /&gt;The unfamiliar is right below our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't look for what we know&lt;br /&gt;The unfamiliar is right below our eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom, freedom never greater than its owner&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is the mastery of the known&lt;br /&gt;Freedom, freedom never greater than its owner&lt;br /&gt;No view is wider than the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's absolutely right. No view is wider than the eye. :))&lt;br /&gt;Wish me Luck for today..!! (Oooh my heart beats fast..! I'm nervous..!! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sunday..!! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-2066229380026264902?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/2066229380026264902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=2066229380026264902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/2066229380026264902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/2066229380026264902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/05/freedom-and-its-owner-koc.html' title='Freedom and Its Owner - KoC'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-5802760757407875555</id><published>2010-05-23T05:27:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T06:03:23.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menyemangati Diri Sendiri :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S_hiOeEb_LI/AAAAAAAAARg/wwdPkM3KLW4/s1600/semangat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S_hiOeEb_LI/AAAAAAAAARg/wwdPkM3KLW4/s320/semangat1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474233347798203570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya takut, nervous, gugup (tiga kata itu sama aja ya? hehehe). Saya diberi kepercayaan untuk membantu hosting afs tahun ini. Ada 2 anak yang akan datang, dari Jepang dan Jerman :). Dan saya takut tidak bisa menjalankan "amanah" ini, soalnya ini pengalaman pertama saya. Saya takut mengecewakan orang yang sudah percaya sama saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belum lagi masalah uang untuk acara kampus. Ya Tuhan, saya takut tidak bisa memenuhi target yang banyak sekali itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan yang paling dekat lagi, sebentar lagi Andrea, Toni, Josi, Geri dan Maexu bakalan datang ke Indonesia. I'm looking forward to see them, really excited..!!! Tapi saya takut juga tidak bisa memberikan yang terbaik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya takut gak bisa fokus. Saya takut mengecewakan orang yang sudah percaya sama saya. Tiap acara waktunya hampir bersamaan, saya harus memilih, sementara saya juga prioritas baru saya sendiri sejak tahun lalu; Keluarga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Tuhan, mohon bantuan dan bimbingan Mu. Semoga saya bisa melakukan yang terbaik :)).&lt;br /&gt;Semangat Sinta..!! Kamu bisa..!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ini saatnya saya belajar untuk profesional :). Semoga saya bisa. Ada satu senior kampus yang menginspirasi saya. Tanggung jawab dan sistematis sekali orangnya..Salut buat dia...!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semangat..!! Kamu bisa..!!&lt;br /&gt;Astungkara&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-5802760757407875555?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/5802760757407875555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=5802760757407875555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5802760757407875555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5802760757407875555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/05/menyemangati-diri-sendiri.html' title='Menyemangati Diri Sendiri :))'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S_hiOeEb_LI/AAAAAAAAARg/wwdPkM3KLW4/s72-c/semangat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-6419689288606397109</id><published>2010-05-13T16:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T17:03:26.781+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesin Waktu - White Shoes and The Couples Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S-vOMSx9d5I/AAAAAAAAARY/Avs4lthbtXk/s1600/big-whiteshoescouplescompan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S-vOMSx9d5I/AAAAAAAAARY/Avs4lthbtXk/s320/big-whiteshoescouplescompan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470692882966738834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai kawan-kawan dengarlah kisahku&lt;br /&gt;Bertualang menembus jagad dimensi waktu&lt;br /&gt;Kalian mungkin tak pernah percaya, tetapi dengar diriku tak pernah berdusta&lt;br /&gt;Kita 'kan bersama-sama ke sana&lt;br /&gt;Mesin waktuku ... menembus waktu&lt;br /&gt;Berputar-putar berbagai haluan membuat suasana hati terasa senang&lt;br /&gt;Rasakan degup jantung , memburu saat kau bertemu dengan si mesin waktu lewati masa depan, kini... masa lalu&lt;br /&gt;Mesin waktuku ... menembus waktu&lt;br /&gt;Masa lalu ku arungi, masa depan ku hadapi&lt;br /&gt;Menakjubkan oh, sungguh menantang&lt;br /&gt;Mesin waktu, bawa daku bersamamu ... kau dan aku&lt;br /&gt;Bersama kita menuju ke dimensi waktu ... oh mesin waktuku&lt;br /&gt;Hai kawan jangan kau bimbang dan ragu&lt;br /&gt;Marilah turut meluncur bersama diriku&lt;br /&gt;Tapi awas jangan kau membuat kesalahan&lt;br /&gt;Kau 'kan membuat sejarah alami perubahan, pengaruhi yang 'kan terjadi di masa depan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dengerin lagunya White Shoes ini jadi inget sama sosok misterius kakak kelas waktu SMA yang dari dalam mobilnya sering terdengar lagu ini..kira-kira dia di mana ya sekarang? hehehehe..kalo ada mesin waktu, kayaknya pengen balik ke waktu SMA. Kangen temen-temen SMA..!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesin waktuku, menembus waktu :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-6419689288606397109?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/6419689288606397109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=6419689288606397109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6419689288606397109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6419689288606397109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/05/mesin-waktu-white-shoes-and-couples.html' title='Mesin Waktu - White Shoes and The Couples Company'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S-vOMSx9d5I/AAAAAAAAARY/Avs4lthbtXk/s72-c/big-whiteshoescouplescompan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-8318486634597123819</id><published>2010-04-20T04:09:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T04:36:52.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iris - Goo Goo Dolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S8zMuaK0qHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oU_NUvbONo4/s1600/Goo-Goo-Dolls-Iris-376676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S8zMuaK0qHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oU_NUvbONo4/s320/Goo-Goo-Dolls-Iris-376676.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461965545764333682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;Cause sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know your alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This song was the original soundtrack for the movie City of Angels. Listening to this song at 3 AM this morning, I just realized that this song is just good. The lyrics rocks. There's one good quote I've found in this song : &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"When everything feels like a movie, yeah you bleed just to know you're alive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read in one magazine a few years ago, there's a quotation (no citation, :P) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Life is like a movie. You're the star. And without conflicts, it's boring..!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna admit those quotation. Because life does seems like a movie. I'm the star. Anything, everything comes and goes. Happiness, sadness, laugh, cry, falling in love, broken hearted, loving and be loved, smile, frown, maybe those are just the color of life. Those are the "color" that the "director" and the "producer" created so that the movie would be more interesting and so that the audiences would have something to learn from the movie. Hmm. I guess so. I'll admit so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, what's next? I guess my "director" and "producer" have the best plans to bring this movie a good, brilliant, and become "box office". I'm the star. So, all I have to do is just play my role as best as I can. The rest I "give" it to my "director" and "producer". Because what will it be, it's so will it be. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Que sera, sera..!!&lt;/span&gt; I'll just do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be stronger..!!&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for today, people..!!&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of Love,&lt;br /&gt;sinta :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-8318486634597123819?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/8318486634597123819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=8318486634597123819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8318486634597123819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8318486634597123819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/04/iris-goo-goo-dolls.html' title='Iris - Goo Goo Dolls'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S8zMuaK0qHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oU_NUvbONo4/s72-c/Goo-Goo-Dolls-Iris-376676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-7540274860499794247</id><published>2010-04-19T18:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:54:32.852+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus, Matraman, dan Bahagia (?)</title><content type='html'>Hiatus jika dicari arti katanya di dalam kamus Bahasa Inggris-Indonesia akan berarti kosong atau ompong. Bukan, gigi saya gak ada yang patah, copot atau sejenisnya, malah ada dua gigi geraham yang baru tumbuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke. Hiatus di sini maksud saya istirahat sejenak. Sudah jarang juga saya ngeblog. Bingung apa yang mau diceritakan. Kemarin saya pulang ke Bali, ada upacara adat. Entah kenapa, tapi sejak kuliah ini saya ingin memaknai Bali lebih dari yang selama ini saya rasakan. Saya ingin mengerti Bali, bukan berpura-pura untuk mengerti Bali. (kedengaran lebay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin iseng-iseng saya dengerin lagu nya The Upstairs yang lama, judulnya Matraman. Lirik lagu itu benar-benar menggambarkan Matraman. &lt;br /&gt;"Demi trotoar dan debu yang beterbangan&lt;br /&gt;Demi polisi dan kantornya yang di seberang&lt;br /&gt;etc.."&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba saya teringat teman saya SMA. Dulu waktu kelas XI tempat duduk kita sebelahan. Teman saya ini orangnya unik nan eksentrik. Gayanya slenge'an tapi tulisannya rapi bukan kepalang. Tangannya lincah menggambar dengan gradasi warna yang detail. Teman saya ini suka sekali dengan lagu Matraman ini. Gara-gara duduk di sebelah dia juga dulu saya jadi ikut-ikutan suka lagu ini (sampai saya yang lebih hapal liriknya :P). Anyway, saya dan dia gak ketemu waktu kelas XII, dan setahun kemudian saya ketemu lagi dengan dia. Penampilannya berbeda. Rambutnya gondrong ala rocker dan bawa'annya waktu itu kamera. Ke mana-mana dia bawa kamera. Rupanya sekarang dia menekuni fotografi. Menekuni sebagai profesi, bukan hanya hobi. Dan dia sudah profesional sekarang, itu yang saya dengar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari yang lalu dia berulang tahun. "Semoga panjang umur, sukses dan bahagia", itu yang saya tulis di wallnya. Lalu dia membalas dengan berkata bahwa sukses sudah ia raih, tapi bahagia belum. Benarkah? Sebenarnya apa definisi bahagia? Saya jadi ikut-ikutan bertanya, sebenarnya kapan kita merasa bahagia? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;sinta :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-7540274860499794247?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/7540274860499794247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=7540274860499794247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7540274860499794247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7540274860499794247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/04/hiatus-matraman-dan-bahagia.html' title='Hiatus, Matraman, dan Bahagia (?)'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-897233953341050473</id><published>2010-04-08T04:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T04:31:40.187+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saatnya oh saatnyaaaa..!!</title><content type='html'>1. Fokus ke kuliah : fotokopi, cari buku, merapikan semua kertas yang berantakan, gak nunda-nunda ngerjain tugas, dll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fokus ke tanggung jawab yang udah dipercayakan..!! SMANGAT..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Menyibukkan diri..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fokus ke cita-cita : Apa ya cita-cita saya? Jadi bingung...hmm..Jurnalis musik, boleh? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinya, saya pengen menyibukkan diri..!!&lt;br /&gt;SE, MA, SEMANGAT..!!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-897233953341050473?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/897233953341050473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=897233953341050473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/897233953341050473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/897233953341050473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/04/saatnya-oh-saatnyaaaa.html' title='Saatnya oh saatnyaaaa..!!'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-6232331110816373897</id><published>2010-04-04T18:07:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:12:52.371+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irish Girl - The Trees and The Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S7h1wE65SxI/AAAAAAAAARI/qr4kXYutwIs/s1600/20090603181219176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S7h1wE65SxI/AAAAAAAAARI/qr4kXYutwIs/s320/20090603181219176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456240417374292754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irish girl and irish boy&lt;br /&gt;Is all you need to break toys&lt;br /&gt;That’s all you need&lt;br /&gt;That’s all you want&lt;br /&gt;That’s all you see&lt;br /&gt;Inside this grief&lt;br /&gt;Follow me to start a war&lt;br /&gt;Cause you won’t see your Fading scores&lt;br /&gt;That’s all you want&lt;br /&gt;That’s all you need&lt;br /&gt;For you i’ll bleed&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you see?&lt;br /&gt;all you want is the truth&lt;br /&gt;all you want is the truth&lt;br /&gt;and in disguise you’ll know what’s true&lt;br /&gt;but i won’t see you now or in two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oke. Lupakan dengan lirik lagu ini yang mungkin agak sulit dicerna langsung. Mungkin band yang terdiri atas Andra B. Kurniawan, Iga Massardi dan Remedy Waloni ini mencoba untuk menggambarkan bahwa kepercayaan dalam sebuah hubungan itu penting. Gak ada gunanya bertengkar. Kata Remedy, si vokalis, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For you i’ll bleed, Why can’t you see?&lt;/span&gt;. Percaya, itu satu kata penting dalam menjalin sebuah hubungan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dibuka dengan musik yang agak misterius, lalu dengan petikan gitar yang riang dan suara vokalis yang katanya mirip John Mayer, kemudian diakhiri dengan iringan perkusi yang mungkin akan mengingatkan pada musik Afrika, sambil diiringi gesekan biola, senyum dan semangat mungkin akan tercipta setelah mendengarkan lagu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat teman-teman saya yang sedang menjalin hubungan, yang sudah lama atau barusan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;sinta :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-6232331110816373897?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/6232331110816373897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=6232331110816373897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6232331110816373897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6232331110816373897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/04/irish-girl-trees-and-wild.html' title='Irish Girl - The Trees and The Wild'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S7h1wE65SxI/AAAAAAAAARI/qr4kXYutwIs/s72-c/20090603181219176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-4832397265724704703</id><published>2010-04-04T17:53:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:11:03.461+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Love Someone - EndahNRhesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S7hyu7O1_FI/AAAAAAAAARA/aAF-lvzuOf8/s1600/endah-n-rhesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S7hyu7O1_FI/AAAAAAAAARA/aAF-lvzuOf8/s320/endah-n-rhesa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456237099058854994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you but it’s not so easy to make you here with me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna touch and hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;But you’re still in my dream&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t stand to wait ‘till nite is coming to my life&lt;br /&gt;But I still have a time to break a silence&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;Just be brave to say that you want him to be with you&lt;br /&gt;When you hold your love&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever let it go&lt;br /&gt;Or you will loose your chance&lt;br /&gt;To make your dreams come true…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hide and watch you from a distance and i knew you realized&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a time to get closer at least to say… “hello”&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t stand to wait your love is coming to my life&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;Just be brave to say that you want him to be with you&lt;br /&gt;When you hold your love&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever let it go&lt;br /&gt;Or you will loose your chance&lt;br /&gt;To make your dreams come true…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought that I’m so strong&lt;br /&gt;I stuck on you and wait so long&lt;br /&gt;But when love comes it can’t be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever give up just try and try to get what you want&lt;br /&gt;Cause love will find the way….&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;Just be brave to say that you want him to be with you&lt;br /&gt;When you hold your love&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever let it go&lt;br /&gt;Or you will loose your chance&lt;br /&gt;To make your dreams come true…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dibawakan dengan vokal unik Endah, lagu ini memberikan semangat untuk perempuan-perempuan yang sedang jatuh cinta. Musiknya sederhana, hanya petikan gitar, tapi kekuatan lagu ini ada pada liriknya yang seakan bertutur tentang perasaan seorang perempuan yang berada di antara perasaan jatuh cinta, tapi masih malu-malu untuk mengakuinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I used to hide and watch you from a distance and i knew you realized&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a time to get closer at least to say… “hello”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu ini memberi inspirasi perempuan untuk berani menunjukkan perasaan mereka (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;in positive way&lt;/span&gt;), karena kadang-kadang hati ini dibuat menunggu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I stuck on you and wait so long"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi penasaran sama lagu-lagu Endah n Rhesa lainnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another good song, especially for those who are in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengutip sekali lagi dari lagu ini,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Don’t ever give up just try and try to get what you want&lt;br /&gt;Cause love will find the way…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat teman-teman saya yang sedang jatuh cinta&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-4832397265724704703?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/4832397265724704703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=4832397265724704703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4832397265724704703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4832397265724704703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-you-love-someone-endahnrhesa.html' title='When You Love Someone - EndahNRhesa'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S7hyu7O1_FI/AAAAAAAAARA/aAF-lvzuOf8/s72-c/endah-n-rhesa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-8410482515057254475</id><published>2010-04-02T09:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:48:48.084+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Sky Collapse - Adhitia Sofyan</title><content type='html'>As I walk to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I should look back&lt;br /&gt;To all of the things that were said and done&lt;br /&gt;I think we should talk it over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed the sign on your back&lt;br /&gt;It boldly says try to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I go on pretending I’ll be ok&lt;br /&gt;This morning it hits me hard that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still everyday I think about you&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact that’s not your problem&lt;br /&gt;But if you change your mind you’ll find me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on to the place&lt;br /&gt;Where the big blue sky collapse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stare at the wall in this room&lt;br /&gt;The cracks they resemble your shadow&lt;br /&gt;When everyday I see time goes by&lt;br /&gt;In my head everything stood still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for things to unfreeze&lt;br /&gt;Till you release me from the ice block&lt;br /&gt;It’s been floating for ages washed up by the sea&lt;br /&gt;And it’s drowning, thought you should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see people are trying&lt;br /&gt;To find their way back home&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll find my way to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ada dua hal yang bisa diambil dari lagu ini (menurut saya), ketulusan dan harapan. Ketulusan untuk menerima bahwa yang terjadi tidak selalu sesuai dengan keinginan kita dan harapan bahwa mungkin ada sesuatu yang lebih baik akan datang untuk kita. Tapi, seperti yang Adhitia bilang, &lt;em&gt;People are trying to find their way back home, so I'll find my way to you, &lt;/em&gt;jadi jangan berhenti berusaha dan berjuang untuk menemukan apa yang kita cari dan berharap yang terbaik. Lagu ini jadi top playlist saya selama hampir seminggu ini. Dan tadi pagi saya mendengarkan lagu ini lagi, dan merasa ada yang memeluk saya dan berkata : Semangat, Sinta..!! Terimakasih, Tuhan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Selamat Paskah buat yang merayakan..:))&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter and Happy long-weekend everybody..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;br /&gt;sinta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-8410482515057254475?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/8410482515057254475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=8410482515057254475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8410482515057254475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8410482515057254475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/04/blue-sky-collapse-adhitia-sofyan.html' title='Blue Sky Collapse - Adhitia Sofyan'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-6877054618965503273</id><published>2010-03-29T06:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:32:25.714+07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memoriam : Dik Dhani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S6_m7Y-GF7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NmxeZZWdc9E/s1600/21092008022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S6_m7Y-GF7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NmxeZZWdc9E/s320/21092008022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453831581758527410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ji, kalo hujan itu berarti Tuhan dan dewa-dewa di atas sana lagi pipis ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata-kata itu yang selalu saya ingat dari mulut Dhani. Waktu itu pertama kali saya melihat dia ketika baru pindah ke Sidoarjo dan ke Pura JSA. Dhani kesayangan semua orang. Badannya gemuk, tapi lincah. Anak satu-satunya, tapi baik dan pintar. Selalu semangat buat bagiin bija ketika sembahyang. Suka jajan sate nugget di pura. Saya jadi jatuh cinta sama Dhani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiran-kira setahun yang lalu, sekitar bulan Agustus, saya mendengar kalo Dhani sakit. Sakitnya parah, tumor otak. Tapi dia masih bisa tertawa, guyonan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama kami tidak ketemu Dhani. Sibuk, jadi alasan utama. Baru beberapa bulan yang lalu saya, Aji dan Mama ke rumahnya Dhani. Ternyata keadaannya belum membaik, malah badannya bengkak. Waktu itu katanya Dhani nyebut nama saya paginya, dan kebetulan kami datang siang harinya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru hari Sabtu kemarin saya dan Mama ke rumah Dhani lagi. Badannya sudah tidak bengkak, tapi dia jauh lebih tinggi dari Dhani yang pertama kali saya kenal tahun 2006 lalu. Tidurnya pulas. Dia baru terbangun ketika pemijat refleksinya datang. Itupun setelah ibunya mendengarkan lagu "Bersamamu" dari Vierra yang ternyata adalah lagu kesukaan Dhani. Saya masih ingat lambaian tangannya ketika saya dan Mama pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin saya tidak bisa konsentrasi. Agak blank mind. Saya kira kemarin memang hari malas saya. Niat untuk baca bahan akhirnya saya tidur jam setengah 11, yang sebenarnya belum membaca apa-apa. Saya niat bangun pagi hari ini, tapi Aji lebih dulu membangunkan saya. "Dhani udah gak ada", itu kata ayah saya. Saya kaget, tidak percaya, berharap itu hanya mimpi. Tapi itu semuanya nyata, bukan mimpi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhani meninggal dengan tersenyum, membawa sejuta kebaikan dan keceriaan yang sudah ia berikan kepada orangtua dan orang-orang lain di sekitarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat jalan, Dik Dhani. Sekarang Dhani bisa makan coklat sepuasnya di sana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-6877054618965503273?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/6877054618965503273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=6877054618965503273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6877054618965503273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6877054618965503273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-memoriam-dik-dhani.html' title='In Memoriam : Dik Dhani'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S6_m7Y-GF7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NmxeZZWdc9E/s72-c/21092008022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-8027404160948713413</id><published>2010-03-28T07:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T07:02:26.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of Your Life (Good Riddance) - Greenday</title><content type='html'>Another turning point;&lt;br /&gt;a fork stuck in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist;&lt;br /&gt;directs you where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make the best of this test&lt;br /&gt;and don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question&lt;br /&gt;but a lesson learned in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take the photographs&lt;br /&gt;and still frames in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang it on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;In good health and good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos of memories&lt;br /&gt;and dead skin on trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth,&lt;br /&gt;it was worth all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*always adore this song.&lt;br /&gt;Semangat..!!&lt;br /&gt;Konsentrasi, sinta..:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-8027404160948713413?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/8027404160948713413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=8027404160948713413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8027404160948713413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8027404160948713413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-of-your-life-good-riddance.html' title='Time of Your Life (Good Riddance) - Greenday'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-20090306154330117</id><published>2010-03-26T22:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:02:27.118+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day :)</title><content type='html'>Hari ini saya janjian sama seorang temen buat pake rok ke kampus. Dia dari kemarin sudah pake rok, semangat banget kayaknya. Jadi saya ikut juga deh, jadi ikut-ikutan semangat juga pake rok..hehehehe...Pake rok itu susah, harus &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;act like a lady&lt;/span&gt;, kata teman saya itu. Mau duduk susah, mau loncat susah, harus elegan sepertinya. Tapi hari ini kami tetap "macak wedhok"..hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini kuliah seru, banyak diskusi, trus lanjut bikin NC di SC (rancu banget 2 kata ini). Eh, ada teman saya juga, anak Madura yang pake rok. Bedanya rok dia kayak baju kurung yang muslimah banget. Tadi jalan sama dia berasa jalan di sebelahnya Bu Ustadzah. Sayangnya tadi kita lupa foto-foto..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik lagi ke kuliah, tadi kuliah Mandarin. Lucu banget, anak-anak pada semangat niruin logatnya Lao Shi. Lao Shi nya juga ngajarnya kayak ngajar anak-anak. Setiap kalimat disuruh ngulangin sampe 5 kali. Lucu lucu..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hao, qing ba&lt;/span&gt;..hehehehe..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi saya pulang bareng seorang temen naek motor, saya jadi malu soalnya kesusahan sendiri gara-gara pake rok..hehehe...dapet kunjungan dari temen juga ke kos, yang kebetulan punya film A Walk to Remember yang dari dulu pengen saya tonton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmnya ternyata emang bagus, banyak menginspirasi juga..:)&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini saya pulang ke rumah. Senangnya..Padahal baru seminggu gak pulang ke rumah. Dua orang temen yang dari Cilegon dan Bekasi bakalan komentar kalo saya ngomong gitu. Mereka bilang : "Baru seminggu ga pulang, kita ni sudah brapa minggu ga pulang, sinta???" hehehehe..maaf ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulang ke rumah, cerita ngalor ngidul sama Mama..:)&lt;br /&gt;Saya kira semua yang tadi saya tulis, sudah cukup untuk membuat saya berkata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a Day..." &lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-20090306154330117?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/20090306154330117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=20090306154330117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/20090306154330117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/20090306154330117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-day.html' title='What a Day :)'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-4419481357670239091</id><published>2010-03-22T04:47:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T05:43:54.383+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I adore Jack Johnson..:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S6aeT73Q0vI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dQB__zMISF8/s1600-h/jack-johnson-picture-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S6aeT73Q0vI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dQB__zMISF8/s320/jack-johnson-picture-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451218464302748402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S6adiNbLV4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/78uisFxpmbI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S6adiNbLV4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/78uisFxpmbI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451217610023327618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet the multi talented, Jack Johnson. A songwriter, singer, guitarist, go-green-er and surfer..!! I adore Jack Johnson..Walaupun ada orang yang bilang ngantuk denger lagunya, tapi saya suka..Gak tau, belakangan ini saya terobsesi sama musik yang pake gitar akustik atopun gak, yang penting gitar..!! hehehe..pengen banget bisa maen gitar setelah dulu pernah belajar lagu Semua Tak Sama waktu SMP yang gak kelar-kelar sampai sekarang...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Jack Johnson, saya jadi suka lagu-lagunya setelah ayah angkat saya yang seneeeeeng banget sama penyanyi ini. Dia dapet hadiah CD "Sleep through the Static" waktu ulang tahunnya yang ke 50. Dan setelah itu, CD itu selalu diputer setiap makan malam. Sampai-sampai saya dan anak-anaknya hapal lagu-lagu itu..hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-4419481357670239091?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/4419481357670239091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=4419481357670239091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4419481357670239091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4419481357670239091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-adore-jack-johnson.html' title='I adore Jack Johnson..:))'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S6aeT73Q0vI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dQB__zMISF8/s72-c/jack-johnson-picture-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-9003861753020716810</id><published>2010-03-21T15:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:37:00.369+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining What Love Is</title><content type='html'>Love, a short, simple, and thoughtful word&lt;br /&gt;Does Love have some special meanings?&lt;br /&gt;Some say love is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Some say love's no big truth&lt;br /&gt;Some say love cheats&lt;br /&gt;Some say love is blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say to love someone is to compromise with ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say to love someone is to accept all of the consequences&lt;br /&gt;They say to love someone is to give our best&lt;br /&gt;They say to love someone is not to regret if someone that we love don't feel the same&lt;br /&gt;They say to love someone is not to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all those says, could someone make a conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;Could someone define what love is?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, because I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-9003861753020716810?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/9003861753020716810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=9003861753020716810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/9003861753020716810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/9003861753020716810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/03/defining-what-love-is.html' title='Defining What Love Is'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-5293810483073168492</id><published>2010-03-18T23:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:30:20.316+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocoon - Jack Johnson</title><content type='html'>based on your smile&lt;br /&gt;im betting all of this might be over soon&lt;br /&gt;but youre bound to win&lt;br /&gt;because if im betting against you, i think id rather lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is all that i have, so please&lt;br /&gt;take whats left of this heart, and use&lt;br /&gt;please use only what you really need&lt;br /&gt;you know i only have so little, so please&lt;br /&gt;mend your broken heart and leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its not your style&lt;br /&gt;and i can tell by the way that you move its real real soon&lt;br /&gt;but im on your side&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want to be your regret, id rather be your cocoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is all that you have, so please&lt;br /&gt;let me take whats left of your heart, and i will use&lt;br /&gt;i swear ill use only what i need&lt;br /&gt;i know you only have so little, so please&lt;br /&gt;let me mend my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said this was all you have&lt;br /&gt;and its all i need&lt;br /&gt;but blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;because it fell apart&lt;br /&gt;i guess its all you knew&lt;br /&gt;and all i had&lt;br /&gt;but now we have&lt;br /&gt;only confused hearts&lt;br /&gt;i guess all we have&lt;br /&gt;is really all we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please&lt;br /&gt;lets take these broken hearts, and use&lt;br /&gt;lets use only what we really need&lt;br /&gt;you know we only have so little, so please&lt;br /&gt;take these broken hearts and leave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dapet lagu ini dari seorang teman. Bagus ya ternyata liriknya. Oia, saya tadi ketemu orang yang punya segudang kesibukan, kerja, kuliah pula, ikut banyak organisasi dan dia jadi bagian-bagian penting di sana. Tapi, walopun tadi saya liat matanya merah (pasti karena kurang tidur),dia tetep semangat buat "berkegiatan" hari ini. Saya gak mbayangkan kalo jadi dia. Dapet jurnal kayak gini aja udah ngeluh, kayak orang paling capek sedunia (lebay), padahal dia jauh lebih sibuk dari saya, tapi tetep pintar akademiknya, trus berdedikasi buat organisasinya. Hebat ya. Saya aja sering males ngerjain tugas, sering nunda-nunda, lebih milih tidur daripada &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;doing something&lt;/span&gt;..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMANGAT BUAT BESOK...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night..:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-5293810483073168492?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/5293810483073168492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=5293810483073168492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5293810483073168492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5293810483073168492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/03/cocoon-jack-johnson.html' title='Cocoon - Jack Johnson'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-7693795930896790347</id><published>2010-03-13T04:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T05:06:19.389+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush, Rush, Rush</title><content type='html'>Pusing kepala saya..Tugas sudah mulai banyak. Nyesel banget kemaren saya "sibuk" ngurus ini itu sampai-sampai saya gak mempersiapkan apa-apa buat kuliah di semester 2..Jadi, inilah saya, kuliah tanpa bahan, hanya mengandalkan fotokopian yang belum tentu dikasih sama semua asdos, internet (untunglah sekarang ada Google), data dari teman-teman (yang saya juga lupa saya taroh di mana)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pusing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren begitu dapet tugas lagi, lagsung lemes saya. Saya emang gampang mikir, "aduh belum ini, belum itu..." Kalo udah banyak pikiran gitu, ilang deh, barang-barang saya. Hasilnya kemaren kunci kos saya ilang (untungnya diselamatkan ibu nasi goreng, makasih ya bu, walopun saya yang udah mau ke rumahnya Tia harus balik lagi karena besok kampus tutup dan semua barang saya ada di kos...parahhh...), flashdisk saya yang saya titipkan ke temen buat dikopiin data lupa saya ambil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coba satu-satu dulu deh dikerjainnya. Kalo udah gini, rasanya sering mikir "salah jurusan", pikiran yang sama kayak semester 1 dulu : kayaknya saya HI Hubungan Infotainment deh, daripada Hubungan Internasional, saya suka nonton Insert daripada nonton berita kadang-kadang...hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kalo semester 1 saya bisa bilang "Saya mulai suka HI", semester 2 ini juga harus bisaa..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT..!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fufufufufufufufufufu....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-7693795930896790347?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/7693795930896790347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=7693795930896790347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7693795930896790347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7693795930896790347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/03/rush-rush-rush.html' title='Rush, Rush, Rush'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-5265593445108881662</id><published>2010-03-05T23:18:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:21:17.362+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Into You - Adhitia Sofyan</title><content type='html'>Early in the morning I was still in bed&lt;br /&gt;You call me just in time when the sunlight comes&lt;br /&gt;You said "How was your sleep? I didn't do too well. Would you be a friend and take a walk with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends they all been telling me that you're no good&lt;br /&gt;You broke a lot of hearts and you don't even know&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to believe any of that is true&lt;br /&gt;But I'll hate it when they're right and tell me told you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a victim of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to put myself into another mess yeah&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a fool and make a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;I've should've known better, but it's allright&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm in to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning I was still in bed&lt;br /&gt;We've talked about an hour till my ear turns red&lt;br /&gt;You said "It's getting late, I'm gonna have to go. I'll be getting ready so how 'bout that walk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends been telling me that I should let you go&lt;br /&gt;You broke a lot of hearts and then you run away&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to believe any of that it's true&lt;br /&gt;But I'll hate it when they're right and tell me told you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a victim of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to put myself into another mess no&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a fool and make a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;I've should've known better, but it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm in to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning I was still in bed&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you remains the biggest mystery&lt;br /&gt;I was left unsure of all this thing would go&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll think about it when I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*curhat colongan&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were a mind-reader..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-5265593445108881662?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/5265593445108881662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=5265593445108881662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5265593445108881662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5265593445108881662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-into-you-adhitia-sofyan.html' title='I&apos;m Into You - Adhitia Sofyan'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-4607513870587358047</id><published>2010-03-05T21:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:55:55.697+07:00</updated><title type='text'>KANGEN....</title><content type='html'>Barusan aku (gak pake saya dulu kali ni, hehehe) baca postinganku yang lama. Ketawa2 sendiri bacanya. Dulu postingaku ternyata lucu-lucu juga ya? Duh aku jadi kangen banget sama semua momen di postigan itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimpi'in idola jaman SMP, kebingungan bahasa Prancis di Fribourg, paling o'on di kelas musik, joged2 dangdut di kamar, chatting malem2 sama temen2, nonton you tube cincha laura sama Rossy, ngomongin acha septriasa sama Rossy, chatting sama Rani, nelponin mama n aji tiap jam 5 sore, sarapan Nutella plus mentega pagi-pagi, lari2 ngejer bis tiap pagi, curi-curi pandang ke Maxime, ngrasani Maxime dengan nama "Kemoceng", nonton film membunuh rasa bosan di youtube, makan di kantin st michel, jadi bulan-bulanan di kelas olahraga, belajar renang yang gak berhasil2 sama Frau Schenk, kamarku, kamarnya Josephine, jalan2 bareng Luna, window shopping di Bern, Migros Klubschule, belanja di Migros, Coop, Manor, nonton Euro dari layar gede, makan Roesti, Raclette, Fondue, Rumahnya Anne Marie dan Seppi, latihan Paduan Suara sampe harus lari2 ngejer kereta, pelajaran L'allemand sama Herr Aerne, belajar ski sampe teriak "Help, Help..!!", nonton bioskop yang di dubbing pake bahasa Jerman ato Prancis ato Swiss Jerman, makan Lasagna pake sambal uleg, vacuum cleaner kamar, mix n match baju yang terbatas, sampe petugas Bandara yang mukanya langsung masem waktu nyuruh aku buka sepatu (ya iyalah mbak, sepatuku pasti bau, orang itu sepatu satu-satunya yang aku bawa...hehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU KANGEN SEMUA...BACA KOMEN-KOMEN MAMA, AJI, ROSSY, N RANI..Makasih ya buat support kalian waktu itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bener katanya The Upstairs, Semua terekam, tak pernah mati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;sinta :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-4607513870587358047?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/4607513870587358047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=4607513870587358047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4607513870587358047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4607513870587358047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/03/kangen.html' title='KANGEN....'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-2622697396632678839</id><published>2010-03-01T23:02:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:16:03.343+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beberapa foto dari saya..:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S4voGJa9OmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lvN4uq_brs0/s1600-h/DSC_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S4voGJa9OmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lvN4uq_brs0/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443699766913219170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S4vn99wK7cI/AAAAAAAAAP4/we1DFLbHKK0/s1600-h/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S4vn99wK7cI/AAAAAAAAAP4/we1DFLbHKK0/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443699626342018498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S4vns6cWO6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/s2rIIPuGk1c/s1600-h/CSC_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S4vns6cWO6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/s2rIIPuGk1c/s320/CSC_0189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443699333395790754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S4vm9ycuDYI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WNQYptu-GtA/s1600-h/CSC_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S4vm9ycuDYI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WNQYptu-GtA/s320/CSC_0200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443698523796016514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S4vmB14UHlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NMeiw7dLcJE/s1600-h/CSC_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S4vmB14UHlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NMeiw7dLcJE/s320/CSC_0158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443697493924912722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken at TK Yunior Surabaya and Klenteng Sanggar Agung Kenjeran..:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-2622697396632678839?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/2622697396632678839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=2622697396632678839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/2622697396632678839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/2622697396632678839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/03/beberapa-foto-dari-saya.html' title='Beberapa foto dari saya..:)'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S4voGJa9OmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lvN4uq_brs0/s72-c/DSC_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-7570505282011423282</id><published>2010-03-01T22:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:57:25.048+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of Being 20</title><content type='html'>March, April, May, June, July, and August, 5 more months and I'll be 20. I'm so excited, but at some point it stressed me a lil bit. I dont know also why, maybe the age 20 makes me think and try to figure out what I should do and don't, what I supposed to have,what I should be, what I wanna be. Hmmm, Lots of thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'll try my best to be a better person this year. I'll try my best to make my parents proud. I'll do my best to think positively and keep up the spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although sometimes I feel lonely, but I know I'm not alone, and I'll try not think about that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes for today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have more, desire less&lt;br /&gt;God meets our needs in unexpected ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I wanna be a better person this year. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Muach...&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-7570505282011423282?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/7570505282011423282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=7570505282011423282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7570505282011423282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7570505282011423282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/03/fear-of-being-20.html' title='Fear of Being 20'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-2172332211523845535</id><published>2010-02-27T10:24:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:49:33.226+07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Your Soul Rest in Peace, Luke...</title><content type='html'>Hari ini saya bangun kesiangan. Saya langsung baca koran, buka-buka Jawa Pos, lalu Metropolis. Kaget, saya baca ada berita seorang WNA tewas karena terjatuh dari lantai 25 sebuah apartemen. Saya lihat namanya, Luke Thomas. Saya langsung teringat pada seorang guru EF yang pernah jadi guru pengganti saya, Don, waktu dia ada workshop di Jogja dan waktu saya masih les di EF. Apalagi di berita itu tertulis kalo Luke adalah salah seorang guru Lembaga Bahasa Asing di Surabaya. Tapi saya tidak mau dan tidak langsung percaya kalo itu adalah Luke yang saya tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penasaran, saya liat di TV, Arek TV tepatnya. Di situ ada berita yang sama. Samar-samar ada gambar jenazah seorang bule. Ya Tuhan, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it looked like Luke&lt;/span&gt;. Rambutnya dan perawakannya. Tapi, tetap, saya tidak mau langsung percaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin penasaran, saya buka internet, Google. Saya ketik Luke Thomas Surabaya, lalu muncuk sederetan berita yang hanya saya lihat, sekilas sama dengan berita yang telah saya baca dan lihat. Lalu kata Surabaya, saya hapus, saya ganti EF, ternyata benar, yang meninggal itu adalah guru EF, di berita itu tertulis EF Delta, itu tempat les saya dulu. Tapi saya masih mencoba "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;denial&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", dengan berpikir, mungkin ada Luke yang lain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, ternyata semua itu benar. Luke yang meninggal adalah guru EF yang pernah mengajar saya. Luke yang punya senyum yang manis, Luke yang lagsung bisa hapal nama-nama teman-teman kelas saya, dan Luke yang selalu terlihat &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;. Saya, Vierra, dan Nisa dulu sangat suka senyum Luke, dan mengidolakan dia karena dia terlihat sangat &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;humble&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;down to earth.&lt;/span&gt; Saya masih ingat waktu kami bertiga nyuri-nyuri pandang waktu dia ngajar, dan saya masih ingat waktu saya dan Vierra mati gaya waktu Nisa bilang "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hi Luke...&lt;/span&gt;". Dan saya masih ingat ketika saya terakhir ke EF beberapa minggu yang lalu untuk mengambil sertifikat saya dan melihat Luke sedang mengajar anak-anak kecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Tuhan, semoga Luke diterima di sisi Mu. Lapangkanlah jalannya dan semoga orang-orang yang ditinggalkannya mendapatkan ketabahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap hari memang memiliki dua sisi. Ada yang merayakan, ada yang merasakan kesedihan. "Selamat Hari Saraswati" juga bagi yang merayakan dan "Deepest Condolences to Luke Thomas..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Your Soul Rest in Peace, you always had the greatest smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-2172332211523845535?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/2172332211523845535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=2172332211523845535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/2172332211523845535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/2172332211523845535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/02/may-your-soul-rest-in-peace-luke.html' title='May Your Soul Rest in Peace, Luke...'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-537703017393694034</id><published>2010-02-17T22:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:24:40.102+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renungan Taxi</title><content type='html'>Taxi adalah tempat saya merenung, kadang-kadang mengeluarkan air mata, merenungi apa yang terjadi 1-3 tahun ini yang menurut saya banyak hal penting yang terjadi di tahun-tahun itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Kalau sudah begini saya jadi mellow, saya benci sifat saya yang mudah mellow ini. Banyak yang sudah terjadi, yang gak mungkin saya ceritakan di blog ini, tapi kadang saya ingin berbagi, dan ketika saya sendirian di dalam taxi, semua itu terasa begitu tepat. Saya seakan bisa mengalunkan pikiran-pikiran saya. Semuanya mengalir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama hidup saya, saya selalu berusaha mengatasi apa yang saya bisa kerjakan sendiri, tapi beberapa tahun ini saya sadar bahwa bantuan orang lain penting sekali dan memang banyak yang tidak bisa diselesaikan sendiri. Tapi kadang dan seringkali, tetap saya senang mengatasinya sendiri, merenunginya sendiri, seperti tadi di dalam taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan melindungi saya, tadi hujan turun beberapa menit saja setelah saya turun dari taxi dan masuk ke dalam rumah. Thanks God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-537703017393694034?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/537703017393694034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=537703017393694034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/537703017393694034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/537703017393694034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/02/renungan-taxi.html' title='Renungan Taxi'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-8965181147350487139</id><published>2010-02-16T22:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:46:13.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've learnt something from Monika</title><content type='html'>Monika adalah teman les bahasa Jerman saya. Dia masih kelas 2 SMA, anaknya putih, ceria dan selalu tersenyum. Senyumnya (yang saya lihat) tulus sekali sampai-sampai kalau tersenyum kedua matanya yang sipit itu seakan juga ikut tersenyum. Siapapun (menurut saya) yang melihat senyumnya Monika, pasti akan tergerak buat tersenyum juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya jadi ingat awal hari ini, betapa saya agak uring-uringan karena malas ke kampus naik bemo. Saya pengen bisa nyetir sendiri, tapi saya sadar saya gak bisa. Kadang-kadang saya merasa terlalu banyak mengeluh, banyak meminta, tanpa saya sadari bahwa apa yang saya punya sebenarnya tidak kurang. Manusia memang gak pernah puas ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I could choose one job for my life, I'll choose being a life-observer"&lt;br /&gt;Saya suka mendengarkan cerita-cerita orang, mengamati orang-orang sehingga tanpa sadar cerita-cerita dan apa yang mereka lakukan menjadi inspirasi bagi saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so far I adore my life, and I'll always try to...&lt;br /&gt;Dear Monika, keep smile, because  I've learnt something from you..:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-8965181147350487139?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/8965181147350487139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=8965181147350487139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8965181147350487139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8965181147350487139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-learnt-something-from-monika.html' title='I&apos;ve learnt something from Monika'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-1614796581811148058</id><published>2010-02-10T09:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:29:56.414+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Saya bingung. Tidak ada lagu yang bisa dinyanyikan. Tidak ada kata-kata yang bisa menggambarkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya minder, teramat minder. Saya merasa saya tidak punya apapun yang bisa "dilihat" oleh orang lain..Klise kata orang. Saya juga berpikir begitu. Saya ingin berubah, saya ingin merasa percaya diri. Tapi, tetap aja saya minder, minder, dan minder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kacau pikiran saya, &lt;br /&gt;Kacau&lt;br /&gt;Kacau&lt;br /&gt;Kacau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak pikiran gak jelas&lt;br /&gt;Sedih gak jelas&lt;br /&gt;Saya gak mau cengeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Tuhan...&lt;br /&gt;Saya kehilangan kata-kata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRISIS DIRI SENDIRI,&lt;br /&gt;mungkin itu kata yang menggambarkan saya sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;argggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-1614796581811148058?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/1614796581811148058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=1614796581811148058' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1614796581811148058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1614796581811148058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/02/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-7803553294154834781</id><published>2010-02-09T08:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:52:39.632+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kadang-Kadang Saya Ingin Bisa Mengemudi Motor atau Mobil Sendiri</title><content type='html'>- SUPAYA SAYA BISA KE MANA-MANA TANPA MENGGANTUNGKAN DIRI DARI ORANG LAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu aja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-7803553294154834781?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/7803553294154834781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=7803553294154834781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7803553294154834781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7803553294154834781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/02/kadang-kadang-saya-ingin-bisa-mengemudi.html' title='Kadang-Kadang Saya Ingin Bisa Mengemudi Motor atau Mobil Sendiri'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-8936883344958136829</id><published>2010-01-28T21:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:05:46.778+07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S2GhV5mH-gI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0X0gJUz0lVc/s1600-h/angkot-285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S2GhV5mH-gI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0X0gJUz0lVc/s320/angkot-285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431800023195580930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari kita mulai cerita yang lucu-lucu aja. Udah lama nih gak "menertawakan diri sendiri" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begini ceritanya :&lt;br /&gt;Tadi pagi saya mau ke kampus. Nemeni temen buat ngajuin juri untuk Lomba Pidato Bahasa Jerman HI LITE. Janjian jam 9, tapi saya baru berangkat jam stengah 9. Telat, saya tau. Untungnya sidoarjo, ahmad yani, lancar. Sampailah saya di Joyoboyo. Setau saya (belakangan ini jadi "sesoktau saya"), bemo ke unair itu bemo P, karena kalo ngekos saya selalu naik bemo P buat ngampus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, saya liat bemo P udah hampir penuh. Makasih Tuhan, saya gak perlu nunggu lama di terminal. Tanpa babibubebo, saya langsung duduk di dalam bemo, dan kemudian bemo pun berjalan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penuh, sumpek, seperti biasa. Di sebelah saya ada bapak2 yang bawa dagangan kuenya, gedeee banget, pake tempat yang ada besi-besinya itu lo..Di depan saya ada mbak cantik, yang semuanya serba ungu, dari jaket sampe casing HP. Mbaknya itu dengerin musik keraas banget, walaupun didengerin dari headset. Sampe-sampe saya bisa nebak judul lagu yang didengerin si mbak : Flourescent Adolescent dari Arctic Monkeys.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya baru nyadar kalo udah sampe Pucang dan bemo terus berjalan menuju RSJ Menur. Saya masih menenangkan diri : Mungkin bemo ni ngambil jalur sendiri..:P Tapi akhirnya saya gak tahan juga, saya nanya ke ibu yang duduk di sebelah saya. Dan saya kaget sekaligus lemes denger jawabannya. "Bemo ini ke ITS mbak.." kata si ibu sambil jutek. Matiiii akuuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untungnya si ibu gak sejutek yang dibayangkan. Walaupun masih dengan muka jutek, si ibu bilang saya turun aja di asrama haji, baru oper ke bemo WB. Ah, makasih ya bu..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunggu bemo WB lamaaa juga. Saya inget pesennya si ibu : "Bemonya warna coklat mateng, mbak.." Semenit, dua menit, lima menit, sepuluh menit, saya udah hampir nyegat taxi, tiba-tiba bemo WB dengan sopirnya yang kumisnya kayak aktor Bollywood dateng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya : Pak, ini ke Unai..."&lt;br /&gt;Bapak Sopir Bollywood : "Iya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blum slesai saya nanya uda djawab. Aduh takut salah jurusan lagi. Saya cuma bertiga di kursi penumpang sama ibu dan anaknya yang masih SD. Bemo WB ini masuk ke jalan sempit. Terus berhenti lamaaa, saya nanya ke ibunya dengan cemas : "Bu, ini nunggu sampe penuh?" (bakalan aneh soalnya kalo mau nunggu sampe penuh di tempat sepi gitu..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O enggak kok dek. Paling tadi ada bemo WB juga yang lewat, jadi biar ga &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tempuk&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaya, akhirnya saya berhasil nyampe kampus dengan selamat di jam hampir menunjukkan stengah 11. Aaah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu bersama teman saya itu, kami ke Goethe naek bemo E. Lalu saya pulang dengan bemo kuning seperti biasa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak selesai cerita bemo sampe di situ aja. Di bemo kuning saya ditanya-tanya bapak-bapak. Waktu itu saya &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;angop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si Bapak : "Mbak e angop rek.."&lt;br /&gt;Saya : tersenyum kecut.&lt;br /&gt;si Bapak : "kerja opo kuliah mbak?"&lt;br /&gt;Saya : "Kuliah."&lt;br /&gt;si Bapak : "Neng ndi mbak?"&lt;br /&gt;Saya : Unair. (sambil pasang tampang jutek)&lt;br /&gt;si Bapak : sambil senyum-senyum.."Dosennya siapa mbak?"&lt;br /&gt;Saya : Banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh Pak, dosen di Unair itu banyaaaaaaaaaaakkkk..Kalo di angkot muka saya berubah jadi jutek pokoknya..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian untuk hari ini...!! &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-8936883344958136829?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/8936883344958136829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=8936883344958136829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8936883344958136829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8936883344958136829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/01/bemo.html' title='BEMO'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S2GhV5mH-gI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0X0gJUz0lVc/s72-c/angkot-285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-8519518001499597195</id><published>2010-01-27T10:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:05:53.340+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saatnya untuk Berkarya :)</title><content type='html'>Pertanyaan yang sering mampir di saya, terutama jika bertemu keluarga adalah :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sudah punya pacar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang, di umur saya yang hampir 20 ini, sudah wajar seharusnya kalau punya pacar. Tapi saya juga gak mau buru-buru. Tapi lagi, saya gak munafik kalo saya juga butuh. Ya, saya gak mau aja asal ngambil keputusan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya cuma bisa pasrah sama Tuhan. Saya gak tahu apa yang sudah digariskan Tuhan di kehidupan saya. Beberapa kali perasaan itu datang, beberapa kali juga itu hanya pertemanan, atau orang itu menyukai sahabat saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasrah, kata yang mudah diucapkan, tapi sulit dilakukan dengan hati. Saya masih belum bisa pasrah sepenuhnya dengan hati. Saya masih harus belajar untuk itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkarya, mungkin ini saatnya berkarya. Mencari kesibukan. "Semangat..!!, Don't be sad" adalah kata-kata yang sering saya ucapkan untuk orang lain. Namun, seklai lagi, memang berkata lebih mudah daripada berbuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ingin berkarya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-8519518001499597195?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/8519518001499597195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=8519518001499597195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8519518001499597195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8519518001499597195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/01/saatnya-untuk-berkarya.html' title='Saatnya untuk Berkarya :)'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-2172671481380672290</id><published>2010-01-16T01:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:30:04.126+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolusi 2010 (gak ada kata telat kan?)</title><content type='html'>1. Berpikir positif dan simpel&lt;br /&gt;2. Menurunkan ego sedikit&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Time management&lt;/span&gt; dan gak nunda-nunda kerjaan yang bisa dikerjain&lt;br /&gt;4. Lebih banyak tertawa...!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semoga bisa terwujud di tahun, mmmm (tahun apa yang sekarang? Kerbau? Macan? Tikus? Saya lupan..Ketahuan jarang baca berita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malem ini saya jadi kelelawar gara-gara ngerjain tugas PPKN yang seharusnya waktu liburan bisa dikerjain. Perkembangan terakhir, lapor : Masih Bab I, Pendahuluan, masih jauh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga mata ini bisa diajak kompromi malam ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga resolusi ini bisa terwujud di tahun 2010 ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astungkara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMANGAT..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-2172671481380672290?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/2172671481380672290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=2172671481380672290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/2172671481380672290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S059R-9K4eI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4L50k5FitFk/s1600-h/koc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S059R-9K4eI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4L50k5FitFk/s320/koc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426412348938838498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S059CYEmpRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/99uk2A0a3YM/s1600-h/kings452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S059CYEmpRI/AAAAAAAAAPI/99uk2A0a3YM/s320/kings452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426412080802997522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S057SJrEdAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jLeeibUGgoA/s1600-h/kings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S057SJrEdAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jLeeibUGgoA/s320/kings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426410152792454146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rocked my world with the sound of the guitar and the lyrics of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;I heart Kings of Convenience.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-1966508745728191169?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/1966508745728191169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=1966508745728191169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1966508745728191169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1966508745728191169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-heart-kings-of-convenience.html' title='I heart Kings of Convenience :)'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S059R-9K4eI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4L50k5FitFk/s72-c/koc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-4741227911647120585</id><published>2010-01-12T00:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:09:38.491+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Pavements</title><content type='html'>by Adele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to think it over,&lt;br /&gt;If i'm wrong I am right,&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to look no further,&lt;br /&gt;This ain't lust, I know&lt;br /&gt;This is love but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i tell the world,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never say enough,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it was not said to you,&lt;br /&gt;And thats exactly what i need to do,&lt;br /&gt;If i'm in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Even If i knew my place should i leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd build myself up,&lt;br /&gt;And fly around in circles,&lt;br /&gt;Wait then as my heart drops,&lt;br /&gt;and my back begins to tingle&lt;br /&gt;finally could this be it or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just keep chasing pavements?&lt;br /&gt;Even if it leads nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Or would it be a waste?&lt;br /&gt;Even If i knew my place should i leave it there?&lt;br /&gt;Should i give up,&lt;br /&gt;Or should i just...keep on.. chasing.. pavements?&lt;br /&gt;should i just...keep on.. chasing.. pavements?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Adele..:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-4741227911647120585?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/4741227911647120585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=4741227911647120585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4741227911647120585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4741227911647120585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/01/chasing-pavements.html' title='Chasing Pavements'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-5220084246919257906</id><published>2010-01-11T22:53:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:32:24.253+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Oriented</title><content type='html'>Dua kata itu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt; di otakku sekarang. Kadangkala sadar atau tidak sadar perkataan seseorang ke orang lainnya bisa begitu membekasnya sampai dua kata itu terus aku ulang di otakku, di benakku, di pikiranku. Dua kata itu coba aku refleksikan, coba aku pertanyakan, dan coba aku renungkan, lagi dan lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu, aku mungkin bukan orang yang gampang bergaul. Bahasa jawanya &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;grapyak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku juga bukan orang yang pintar "menarik perhatian"&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sehebat si A yang dengan "kegrapyakannya" bisa menarik perhatian banyak orang&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sehebat si B yang walau ceplas-ceplos, tapi bisa dekat dengan kakak kelas, senior, dll&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sehebat si C yang karena kepolosannya bisa dekat dengan orang penting di kampus..&lt;br /&gt;Bukan sehebat si D yang karena "semangat dan sikap &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; nya" bisa selalu tersenyum dan tertawa sekarang&lt;br /&gt;atau aku bukan sehebat E yang karena ketegasan dan perhatianya bisa bahagia juga sekarang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memang tidak seperti mereka&lt;br /&gt;Aku pemalu&lt;br /&gt;Aku payah dalam berkomunikasi dengan orang&lt;br /&gt;Aku gak tau apa yang harus aku omongin ke orang yang pertama kali aku temui&lt;br /&gt;Aku kehilangan barang-barang pentingku kalau banyak pikiran&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak bisa bersikap "cute"&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak bisa ceplas-ceplos&lt;br /&gt;Aku butuh beberapa detik atau bahkan , mungkin jam untuk berpikir. "Apa yang mau aku omongkan, apa yang mau aku tulis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuma bisa tersenyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Study oriented&lt;/span&gt;, aku ulangi dua kata itu. Lama-lama aku benci dengan dua kata itu..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sekali lagi,aku harus yakin, kalau saatnya tiba, apa yang aku mohon pada Tuhan itu akan datang. Selama hampir 20 tahun aku hidup di dunia ini, mungkin saja aku belum pernah sama sekali menemukan apa yang aku cari itu. Tapi aku harus yakin, suatu hari, apa yang aku cari itu akan datang, dalam waktu dan cara yang tepat dan indah. Aku harus yakin dan percaya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertanyannya sekarang, Apa "apa yang aku cari" itu harus jadi resolusi buat 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku punya banyak kegiatan yang udah ada "jadwalnya" di tahun ini. :P Tapi, aku berjanji dalam hati, setelah ini semua selesai, aku akan mencoba mengurangi kegiatan-kegiatan itu, satu per satu, dimulai EF di akhir Januari ini. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Because I do need time for myself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, makasih buat dua kata itu. Dua kata yang membuat aku memikirkan kembali, apa yang aku cari, apa yang bisa membuatku bahagia, dan apa penilaian orang lain kepadaku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mau berubah, tapi aku gak mau berubah hanya karena dua kata itu. Aku mau berubah, tapi tidak seratus persen. Aku mau berubah, tapi sekarang aku masih bingung caranya bagaimana. Aku mau berubah, tapi kadang-kadang ada pertanyaan "Apa aku harus berubah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Study oriented.&lt;/span&gt; Aku ulangi dua kata itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua kata yang membuat pikiranku hari ini bercabang ke mana-mana. Dua kata yang membuat aku menghindarinya dengan tidur dari jam 16.30 hingga 20.30 sore hingga malam ini. Dua kata yang membuat aku menulis &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;postingan&lt;/span&gt; ini malam ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Betapa kata-kata memiliki kekuatan." (Sang Pemimpi)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-5220084246919257906?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/5220084246919257906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=5220084246919257906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5220084246919257906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5220084246919257906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/01/study-oriented.html' title='Study Oriented'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-7911290458236532674</id><published>2010-01-09T21:54:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:02:26.752+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cepat Sembuh, Dik Dhani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S0iZDGikPvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/g8du1bYLEtM/s1600-h/21092008023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S0iZDGikPvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/g8du1bYLEtM/s320/21092008023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424754029742014194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan memang terkadang memilih orang-orang pilihannya untuk diberikan ujian. Bukan hanya untuk menguji iman dan kesabaran mereka atau keluarga mereka, tapi membuat orang-orang lain belajar dari orang-orang "pilihan" tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu dari "orang pilihan" itu adalah dik Dhani. Sekarang dik Dhani masih bergelut dengan "ujiannya" itu. Ya Tuhan, orang bilang Tuhan tidak akan memberi ujian yang melebihi kemampuan umatNya. Hanya Tuhan yang tahu sampai seberapa kemampuan "orang-orang pilihannya". Kami yang di sini cuma bisa mendoakan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cepat sembuh, Dik Dhani....."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-7911290458236532674?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/7911290458236532674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=7911290458236532674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7911290458236532674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7911290458236532674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/01/cepat-sembuh-dik-dhani.html' title='Cepat Sembuh, Dik Dhani'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/S0iZDGikPvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/g8du1bYLEtM/s72-c/21092008023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-1984824768071843853</id><published>2010-01-07T21:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:44:30.061+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adelaide Sky</title><content type='html'>I need to know what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;These coffee cups are getting cold&lt;br /&gt;Mind the people passing by&lt;br /&gt;They don't know I'll be leaving soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fly away tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;To far away&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit a cliché&lt;br /&gt;Things won't be the same without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be looking at my window seeing Adelaide sky&lt;br /&gt;Would you be kind enough to remember&lt;br /&gt;I'll be hearing my own foot steps under Adelaide sky&lt;br /&gt;Would you be kind enough to remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I wish they've made you portable&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll carry you around and round&lt;br /&gt;I bet you'll look good on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fly away tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun&lt;br /&gt;I'll repeat the cliché&lt;br /&gt;Things won't be the same without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to call you soon&lt;br /&gt;But we're in different times&lt;br /&gt;You might not be home now&lt;br /&gt;Would you take a message&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to stay awake&lt;br /&gt;And fight your presence in my head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pertama kali denger lagu ini di film Kambing Jantan, langsung jatuh cinta...:)&lt;br /&gt;Musik bagus, lirik simpel tapi dalem...&lt;br /&gt;Adhitia Sofyan will be the next big thing..!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-1984824768071843853?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/1984824768071843853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=1984824768071843853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1984824768071843853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1984824768071843853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/01/adelaide-sky.html' title='Adelaide Sky'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-6628369399363498956</id><published>2010-01-07T17:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:08:09.739+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Tahun 2010 ini aku punya banyak cita-cita, sama seperti tahun 2009 kemarin. Di tahun 2009 kemarin cita-citaku kira-kira kayak gini :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. keterima di PTN (Astungkara)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ikut ujian Goethe (check)&lt;br /&gt;3. Etude Francais (on progress)&lt;br /&gt;4. Belajar motor (jalan di tempat)&lt;br /&gt;5. Les nyetir (apalagi...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaya, dan masih banyak lagi cita-citaku di tahun 2009 kemarin. Awal tahun 2010 ini, aku sudah punya banyak rencana, banyak kegiatan yang udah meracuni pikiranku. Tanggal-tanggal itu kayaknya makin terekam di otakku. Begini :&lt;br /&gt;1. Bulan Februari/Maret ada baksos UKM Hindu&lt;br /&gt;2. Tanggal 1 Maret ada pameran fotografi APS&lt;br /&gt;3. Tanggal 2 Maret ada lomba pidato bahasa Jerman HI LITE&lt;br /&gt;4. Ada IR FEST yang butuh dana 25 juta..!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Kings of Convenience mau ke Indonesia tanggal 27 Maret di Jakarta, 28 di Bandung&lt;br /&gt;6. dan...ada Andrea, Toni, Josi, Geri, dan Maxime yang mau ke Indonesia..!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk yang terakhir, terus terang aku bahagia banget sekaligus deg-degan. Bahagia, jelas, karena kita sudah hampir dua tahun gak ketemu dan senang rasanya bisa ketemu mereka lagi. Deg-degan nya karena aku takut dan bingung, apa yang aku persiapkan nanti? gimana cara nyenengin mereka di sini? pas mereka datang, gimana dengan tanggung jawabku itu? apa aku udah selesai urusan kampus waktu mereka ke sini? apa ketika mereka pulang dari Indonesia nanti, mereka bakalan bilang "Aku senang di Indonesia..!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah aku berharap semua berjalan sesuai rencana. Semoga, Ya Tuhan. Aku ingin membahagiakan mereka, seperti apa yang udah mereka kasih ke aku selama 11 bulan di sana. Berilah saya kesempatan Tuhan...(kata dosen sosiologi saya, kalau berdoa, tidak baik langsung meminta, gunakan kalimat "berilah saya kesempatan, Ya Tuhan..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astungkara.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-6628369399363498956?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/6628369399363498956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=6628369399363498956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6628369399363498956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6628369399363498956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-3397015016057765449</id><published>2010-01-07T17:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:51:50.261+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jika Saja...</title><content type='html'>Jika saja Andrea dan Christian tidak berpisah,&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak akan mengerti bahwa keluarga adalah harta yang paling berharga dan anugerah terindah dari Tuhan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika saja aku tidak kesulitan mendapatkan teman di Swiss,&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak akan mengerti bahwa teman-teman adalah harta yang paling berharga kedua setelah keluarga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan,&lt;br /&gt;Jika saja sekarang aku sedang bersama orang yang aku harapkan itu,&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak akan mengerti bagaimana sulitnya mencari dan menemukan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata orang, apa yang terjadi pada masa lalu akan membuat seseorang belajar..&lt;br /&gt;Aku belajar dari keluargaku, dari teman-temanku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga berharap bisa belajar dari KAMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu saja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-3397015016057765449?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/3397015016057765449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=3397015016057765449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3397015016057765449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3397015016057765449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2010/01/jika-saja.html' title='Jika Saja...'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-1778299243143139186</id><published>2009-12-24T12:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:58:14.266+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manhattan Skyline</title><content type='html'>We sit and watch umbrellas fly&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry&lt;br /&gt;I hear myself say&lt;br /&gt;My boat's leaving now&lt;br /&gt;So we shake hands and cry&lt;br /&gt;Now I must wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Wave goodbye, wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Wave goodbye, wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I don't want to cry again&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see your face again&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to cry again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave to their goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;I've come to depend on the look in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;My blood's sweet for pain&lt;br /&gt;The wind and the rain brings back words of a song&lt;br /&gt;And they sing wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Wave goodbye, wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Wave goodbye, wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I don't want to cry again&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see your face again&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to cry again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read to myself&lt;br /&gt;A chance of a lifetime to see new horizons&lt;br /&gt;On the front page a black and white picture of&lt;br /&gt;Manhattan Skyline &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lagu yang bagus banget..&lt;br /&gt;Wave Goodbye, aku jadi inget setahun yang lalu 10 Juli 2008&lt;br /&gt;Wave goodbye at Klotten Zurich..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, 24 Desember 2009, dua tahun yang lalu aku sedang menghias pohon natal, bantu Andrea masak Spaghetti Bolognaise, dapet hadiah natal, nyanyi di Konser Natal tengah malam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I miss those moments..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-1778299243143139186?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/1778299243143139186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=1778299243143139186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1778299243143139186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1778299243143139186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2009/12/manhattan-skyline.html' title='Manhattan Skyline'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-3534391838602794402</id><published>2009-12-24T10:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:14:26.283+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donna Donna</title><content type='html'>On a waggon bound for market&lt;br /&gt;there`s a calf with a mournful eye.&lt;br /&gt;High above him there`s a swallow,&lt;br /&gt;winging swiftly through the sky.&lt;br /&gt;How the winds are laughing,&lt;br /&gt;they laugh with all their might.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and laugh the whole day through,&lt;br /&gt;and half the summer`s night.&lt;br /&gt;Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.&lt;br /&gt;Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.&lt;br /&gt;"Stop complaining!“ said the farmer,&lt;br /&gt;Who told you a calf to be ?&lt;br /&gt;Why don`t you have wings to fly with,&lt;br /&gt;like the swallow so proud and free?“&lt;br /&gt;Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,&lt;br /&gt;never knowing the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;But whoever treasures freedom,&lt;br /&gt;like the swallow has learned to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song by Joan Baez&lt;br /&gt;OST GIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Penasaran sama lagu ni..mau download susah sekaliii...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-3534391838602794402?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/3534391838602794402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-1283208890537799852</id><published>2009-12-23T22:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:55:12.811+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my fav picture this week :</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/SzI8uOUuvlI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dBu6fQEATFw/s1600-h/CSC_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/SzI8uOUuvlI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dBu6fQEATFw/s320/CSC_0304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418460066496822866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-1283208890537799852?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/1283208890537799852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=1283208890537799852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1283208890537799852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1283208890537799852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-fav-picture-this-week.html' title='my fav picture this week :'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/SzI8uOUuvlI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dBu6fQEATFw/s72-c/CSC_0304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-322052225060609616</id><published>2009-12-13T05:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T06:05:39.404+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terima Kasih, Tuhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antara bingung dan kacau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara sedih dan pengen menertawakan diri sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara rasa takut dan harapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, aku terkadang menyesali, kenapa aku selalu punya pemikiran seperti itu. Pemikiran yang pada akhirnya akan membuat aku merasa seperti perasaan-perasaan di atas tadi. Aduh, terus terang aku bingung juga untuk mendeskripsikan perasaan ku saat ini. Kecewa iya, mau marah iya, sedih iya, ah aku bingung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Tuhan, aku mohon kekuatan, kesabaran, dan kebijaksanaan untuk menghadapi ini semua. Minggu ini memang sedikit menyita pikiran, waktu, dan tenaga ku. Kalo boleh meminjam lagunya rocket rockers, "Ingin Hilang Ingatan", minggu lalu aku sempat berkata seperti itu. Tapi, nyatanya aku malah hilang ingatan beneran. Bukuku hampir hilang, flashdisk seorang teman yang juga hampir aku hilangkan, dll. Ah, bener kata orang, berhati-hatilah dengan omongan dan pikiranmu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan, aku ingin mencoba menghilangkan perasaan yang bernada negatif di atas. Mungkin sudah seharusnya aku lebih banyak berkarya. Mungkin sudah seharusnya aku lebih berkonsentrasi kembali pada prioritas utamaku. Kadang aku sempat takut, jika yang aku harapkan itu tidak kunjung datang, jika seumur hidup aku begini. Ah, jangan. Aku tahu Tuhan punya rencana. Tuhan punya kehendak dan pelajaran yang mau Ia ajarkan kepada setiap umatNya melalui setiap kejadian-kejadian dalam hidup seseorang. Aku belajar dari peristiwa kemarin, sebelumnya, dan masih akan belajar di waktu-waktu ke depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan, sekarang lagu "One Day in Your Life" sedang bermain di telingaku. Tuhan, aku tahu, Tuhan masih memberikan aku orang tua yang super, teman-teman baru yang baik, teman-teman lama yang baik pula walau kontak dengan mereka tidak seintens dulu. Tuhan, aku juga teringat Swiss. Betapa besar anugerah dan banyak sekali pelajaran hidup yang aku dapatkan di sana. Betapa aku merasa diberkati memiliki keluarga angkat yang baik, kehidupan yang baik, teman-teman yang baik di sana. Tuhan, maafkan aku karena terkadang aku melupakan mereka. Terkadang aku takut untuk melihat pengalaman-pengalaman buruk yang telah aku hadapi. Hingga kadang kontak itu terputus dengan sendirinya. Maafkan aku. Aku kangen, aku ingin mengulang tahun pertukaran ku. Aku ingin memperbaiki semuanya. Apa boleh, Tuhan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan, terima kasih atas segala hal yang telah Engkau berikan padaku. Segala pengalaman menyenangkan, orang-orang yang baik, juga pelajaran hidup, dan orang-orang lain yang "lewat" dalam hidupku, di mana dari mereka aku banyak belajar tentang hidup. Saat ini kembali lagu "Hey There Delilah" bermain di terlingaku. Aku ingat kamarku di Boesingen, betapa seringnya aku mendengarkan lagu ini, sembari terkadang berharap seseorang memainkan lagu ini untukku. Aku ingat kamarku yang bernuansa merah, kamarnya Josephine, sebenarnya. Aku ingat setiap weekend aku yang paling pertama bangun. Menyetel musik, lalu memuaskan diri di internet karena di hari biasa dipakai adik-adikku. Lalu biasanya aku mengajak Luna jalan-jalan di sekitar Boesingen, terkadang dia nakal, selalu memaksaku untuk berjalan lebih jauh, tapi terkadang dia juga manis, mau jadi teman berceritaku. Luna, bagaimana kamu sekarang? Sekarang umurmu sudah hampir 9 tahun, usia yang sudah lumayan tua untuk makhluk spertimu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, semua kenangan itu sekarang berputar di otakku. Aku tidak jadi "ingin hilang ingatan". See, masih banyak kan yang seharusnya jadi kenangan yang menyenangkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terakhir, untuk kamu yang aku kagumi. Makasih ya. Makasih sudah memberi aku pelajaran bahwa pertemanan adalah kata yang indah. Sekarang lagu "utopia" dari Homogenic sedang bermain di telingaku, mungkin itu adalah lagu yang tepat menggambarkan perasaanku ke kamu, karena hadirmu "utopia" buatku, yang artinya hanya harapan semata, lebih banyak teori dari praktek, lebih banyak harapan daripada kenyataan. Makasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi lagu ini masih ada lanjutannya. "Ku dengar dunia bernyanyi lagi, nada-nada tercipta mendamaikan bumi...nanananana..Ku jelang hari..Ku jelang mimpi..."&lt;br /&gt;Ya, sekarang sudah jam 6 pagi. Aku masih belum belajar untuk &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great debate.&lt;/span&gt; Hey sinta, ingat prirotas utamamu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, harus dengan harapan dan semangat baru. Aku ingin berkarya, ingin menghasilkan "sesuatu". Terima kasih, Tuhan. Sekarang lagu "Misread" dari Kings of Convenience sedang bermain di telingaku, ada kata-kata &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Should I take that risk or just smile?". Well, I take that and smile..(trying to smile actually). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIHI...PIHI...Sekarang aku harus membaca PIHI, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great debate. &lt;/span&gt;Semangat untuk hari ini..!! Terima kasih untuk semua lagu-lagu yang hari ini jadi inspirasiku. Terima kasih, Tuhan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;nta&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/3747665988841001211-322052225060609616?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/322052225060609616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=322052225060609616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/322052225060609616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/322052225060609616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2009/12/terima-kasih-tuhan.html' title='Terima Kasih, Tuhan'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-2401738562971759987</id><published>2009-12-06T09:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T09:48:47.532+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning A Battle, Losing The War</title><content type='html'>Lagu ini gak tau kenapa ngasih aku inspirasi pagi ini...Lagu ini (dari yang aku pahami), bercerita tentang seorang cowok yang sabar banget mencintai pacarnya, walau pacarnya itu sering buat dia marah, pacarnya ga perhatian ma dia, pacarnya mencoba menghindari dia, tapi si cowok ini tetep sabar dan sayang sama pacarnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Even though I'm not her minder, &lt;br /&gt;even though she doesn't want me around, &lt;br /&gt;I am on my feet to find her, &lt;br /&gt;to make sure that she is safe and sound"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lagu ini ngasih aku inspirasi, bahwa untuk sayang sama seseorang itu emang gak selalu benar-benar "ideal" seperti yang ada di cerita-cerita atau film-film..terkadang butuh rasa ikhlas dan berkorban dalam menjalaninya...Mungkin orang itu tidak sesuai dengan yang kita bayangkan, mungkin bagi orang itu kita bukan apa-apanya, atau mungkin "pertemanan" cuma satu kata yang bisa menggambarkan orang itu dan kita..Tapi, aku nyoba buat menjalani ini aja..Ah, hari ini kenapa jadi mellow ya? Makanya, aku juga ga mau membiarkan perasaan ini berkembang terlalu jauh, takut kecewa..Tapi, Friendship isn't end, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;sinta&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/3747665988841001211-2401738562971759987?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/2401738562971759987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=2401738562971759987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/2401738562971759987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/2401738562971759987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2009/12/winning-battle-losing-war.html' title='Winning A Battle, Losing The War'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-7490778031464489545</id><published>2009-11-11T05:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T05:57:18.023+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick - Kings of Covenience</title><content type='html'>I lose some sales&lt;br /&gt;and my boss won't be happy&lt;br /&gt;but I can't stop listening to the sound&lt;br /&gt;of two soft voices blended in perfection&lt;br /&gt;from the reels of this record that I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day there's a boy in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;asking me&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing here&lt;br /&gt;finding all my previous motives&lt;br /&gt;growing increasingly unclear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travelled far and I burned all the bridges&lt;br /&gt;I believed as SOON as I hit land&lt;br /&gt;all the other&lt;br /&gt;options held before me&lt;br /&gt;WILL wither in the light of my plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I lose some sales&lt;br /&gt;and my boss won't be happy&lt;br /&gt;but there's only one thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;searching boxes underneath the counter&lt;br /&gt;on a chance that on a tape I'd find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a song for&lt;br /&gt;someone who needs somewhere&lt;br /&gt;to long for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homesick&lt;br /&gt;cause I no longer know&lt;br /&gt;what home is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-7490778031464489545?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/7490778031464489545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=7490778031464489545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7490778031464489545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7490778031464489545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2009/11/homesick-kings-of-covenience.html' title='Homesick - Kings of Covenience'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-995109083860767084</id><published>2009-11-01T15:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:26:31.409+07:00</updated><title type='text'>KOSONG</title><content type='html'>Beberapa minggu ini aku lewati dengan kosong...&lt;br /&gt;Duniaku rasanya kosong, belum ada tawa dari dalam hati, bahagia dari dalam hati..&lt;br /&gt;Yang ada hanya kemarahan, kekesalan dari dalam hati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He belongs to another girl&lt;br /&gt;That smart and sweet girl...&lt;br /&gt;Again, I got broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not a typical person that can adapt easily with new things...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just think to let this flow&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes it's just difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrghhh...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm lucky to have Kings of Convenience in my Winamp&lt;br /&gt;They're just amazing&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-995109083860767084?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/995109083860767084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=995109083860767084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/995109083860767084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/995109083860767084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2009/11/kosong.html' title='KOSONG'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-7081722810107567266</id><published>2009-09-26T23:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:57:25.926+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuhan punya kuasa atas semuanya...</title><content type='html'>Baru aja aku pulang dari halal bihalal AFS d D'Cost, daerahnya PTC sana. Ketemu kakak-kakak AFS, temen2, dan makan2..The food was sooo nice..Dua orang teman yang kuliah kedokteran asyik ngobrol tentang mata kuliah mereka sampai salah satunya mendapat sms, bahwa teman satu angkatan mereka meninggal karena kecelakaan mobil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya Tuhan, padahal baru minggu lalu ketemu, baru minggu lalu main futsal bareng," begitu kata mereka. Awalnya mereka sejenak ga percaya. But, it's real. Dan setelah itu, mereka baru tahu lagi kalo teman mereka itu sedang bersama keluarganya untuk pulang dari kampung halaman mereka di Jombang untuk kembali ke Surabaya. Ternyata keluarganya yang lain sedang dalam kondisi kritis dan belakangan ada kabar bahwa adiknya juga dalam keadaan yang sangat amat kritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, aku lagsung terhenyak. Tuhan memang punya kuasa atas apapun yang terjadi di dunia ini. Masa depan cemerlang seorang calon dokter pupus sudah entah ke mana. Belum lagi keluarga nya yang masih berjuang dengan keadaan mereka. Tuhan, walaupun aku gak kenal mereka, lindungilah mereka. And for him, may he rest in peace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manusia boleh punya rencana, tapi sekali lagi, Tuhan yang menentukan...&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-7081722810107567266?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/7081722810107567266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=7081722810107567266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7081722810107567266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7081722810107567266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuhan-punya-kuasa-atas-semuanya.html' title='Tuhan punya kuasa atas semuanya...'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-7733527932356195512</id><published>2009-09-20T20:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:51:23.585+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cepat atau Lambat Kita Semua Bakalan Punya Hidup Masing-Masing</title><content type='html'>Ya, itu yang lagi aku pikirin sekarang...Kadang aku ngerasa, semua teman2 ku sekarang sudah sibuk dengan dunia mereka masing-masing. Mereka semua sibuk dengan urusan mereka, pacaran, kuliah, dll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau aku gak boleh egois...Mereka bukan sepenuhnya milik aku..Mereka masih punya kehidupan mereka yang lain..Tapi kadang aku ngerasa "I'm kinda being ignored.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Aku sedih. Kadang aku pengen balik ke tahun 2007, kelas 3 bareng, trus lulus bareng dengan angkatanku. Ahh, aku gak boleh ngomong gitu...Itu semua udah rencana Tuhan..Aku cuma harus sabar...Ahh...Ya Tuhan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku banyak mengeluh, banyak membandingkan kehidupanku dengan orang lain, tanpa aku sadar sebenarnya banyak yang harus aku syukuri dari kehidupanku ini. Walau kadang aku ngerasa sendiri, temen-temenku entah ke mana, dan aku masih harus menemukan teman-teman baru di kuliah, gak punya "seseorang", but at least I have my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu yang harus aku syukuri...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-7733527932356195512?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/7733527932356195512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=7733527932356195512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7733527932356195512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7733527932356195512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2009/09/cepat-atau-lambat-kita-semua-bakalan.html' title='Cepat atau Lambat Kita Semua Bakalan Punya Hidup Masing-Masing'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-5121535752604389332</id><published>2009-09-04T23:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:43:13.352+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixing a Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>"Perasaan itu datang lagi, setelah sekian lama gak pernah aku rasakan, tapi lagi dan lagi, perasaan ini punya akhir yang sama..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffuh, sekarang aku lagi berusaha untuk membenahi emosiku, terus terang udah beberapa hari ini aku jadi linglung...arrgh, life must go on, Sinta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, this is not the end of everything...&lt;br /&gt;maybe he's just not for you...he belongs to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm trying to fix my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it's a broken part, replace it&lt;br /&gt;But, if it's a broken heart then brace it&lt;br /&gt;If it's a broken heart then face it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hold your own&lt;br /&gt;Know your name&lt;br /&gt;And go your own way&lt;br /&gt;Hold your own&lt;br /&gt;Know your own name&lt;br /&gt;And go your own way&lt;br /&gt;And everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-5121535752604389332?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/5121535752604389332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=5121535752604389332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5121535752604389332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/5121535752604389332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2009/09/fixing-broken-heart.html' title='Fixing a Broken Heart'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-1986495316076606557</id><published>2009-09-02T18:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:45:09.445+07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E</title><content type='html'>Gak  tau, apa yang aku rasain sekarang...Aku ketemu orang, dan aku punya banyak kecocokan dengan orang itu...Orang itu awalnya aku liat agak slenge'an, tapi hari ini aku liat 180 derajat kebalikannya...Dan aku jadi bingung waktu ketemu dia...Bingung mau ngomong apa...Gak tau, tapi aku lihat dia bener-bener beda hari ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beda yang aku suka...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, aku benci kadang-kadang kayak gini...Kadang-kadang perasaan ini curang, cuma satu pihak yang ngerasainnya, sementara yang lainnya enggak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Tuhan, please give me clue...&lt;br /&gt;Please...&lt;br /&gt;Please...&lt;br /&gt;Please...&lt;br /&gt;Please...&lt;br /&gt;Please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea about my feelings rite now...but I guess....&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...guess what???&lt;br /&gt;dunno...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, give me clue please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-1986495316076606557?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/1986495316076606557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=1986495316076606557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1986495316076606557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1986495316076606557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2009/09/love.html' title='L.O.V.E'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-889954253821817893</id><published>2009-09-01T10:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:40:02.447+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delapan Bulan Kemudian...</title><content type='html'>Udah lama banget aku gak nulis blog...Rasa malas, sibuk (yang sebenarnya juga di ada-adain), dll jadi penyebabnya...Bahkan harus aku akui juga kalo selama 8 bulan ini aku susah untuk cerita...Nulis diary yang udah jadi kebiasaan sejak dulu udah aku tinggalin, apalagi nulis blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulai awal tahun ini, banyak yang udah terjadi..Dari papaku yang sakit, masalah sekolah, bingung milih kuliah...Jatuh-bangun rasanya (kalo boleh minjem lagunya Kristina)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang aku mulai awal yang baru...Aku kuliah di Unair, ngambil HI...Ketemu teman-teman baru, mulai dari nol lagi...Di satu sisi, aku sedih harus mulai dari nol lagi (aku benci kadang2, harus ninggalin comfort zone, ingat?), tapi di sisi lain aku juga seneng, karena aku bisa memulai semuanya benar-benar dari awal. Di sini mungkin aku bisa memulai untuk jadi Sinta yang baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi jujur, kadang-kadang aku bingung, "apa yang aku cari?"&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ditanya cita-cita, aku bingung, gak seyakin dulu waktu aku bilang pengen jadi "Diplomat", PR, jurnalis, dsb.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Tuhan, mungkin aku kurang dekat dengan Mu akhir-akhir ni..Aku sibuk mikirin ini-itu. I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea about my feelings. Aku akui, aku emang bukan orang yang "berjuang", termasuk untuk perasaanku sendiri. Perasaan yang sudah menahun ini aku simpen terus. Ego dan gengsi yang maksa aku untuk gak memulai kontak dengan dia lagi. Hanya berani liat profile FB nya, sambil kadang-kadang berharap ada keajaiban, dia tulis di wall ku "Hi sinta, apa kabar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entahlah, tapi rasanya itu bener2 gak mungkin. Di wall nya penuh tulisan dari cewek-cewek cantik, sekaliber model. Aku? Model dari Hongkong...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, mungkin ini cuma perasaanku aja...Mungkin aku harus mencoba untuk mulai kontak duluan...(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sekarang, ketika ada perasaan lain datang, orang yang dimaksud gak ada menunjukkan sinyal-sinyal ato apalah, sampe aku sibuk mantengin HP (LEBAY mode on*). Gak tau kenapa, mulai dari kemarin, aku jadi kangen minggu lalu...(Guess what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, daripada berbingung-bingung, mending sekarang aku mandi dulu deh...Dari kemaren sore blum mandi...Sakit, demam, flu berat...(Bisa diterima kan excuse nya?hehehehe) Suaraku sekarang serak-serak becek, mirip kayak perpaduan Shireen Sungkar, Reza Artamevia, dan Erie Susan...hahahahaha...coba dibayangkan...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tschuess&lt;br /&gt;au revoir&lt;br /&gt;bisous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-889954253821817893?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/889954253821817893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=889954253821817893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/889954253821817893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/889954253821817893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2009/08/delapan-bulan-kemudian.html' title='Delapan Bulan Kemudian...'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-3785660727358264422</id><published>2008-12-20T01:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:27:44.388+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's about choices...</title><content type='html'>"Keep smiling, keep shining...That's what friends are for. For good times, and bad times I'll be on your side forever more. That's what friends are for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Stevie Wonder &amp;amp; Dionne Warwick, That's what friends are for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya, hari ini aku mulai bisa membenahi mood ku, mengatur emosi, mencari kesibukan supaya gak karuan di kost. Kemaren malam aku nonton sama si Mbak. Hasilnya, aku jadi terhibur. sekarang tiap jam 7 malem aku selalu ikut nonton bareng si Mbak, nonton Melati untuk Marvel...Hahahahaha... Lucu banget, apalagi liat ekspresi si Mbak yang bener2 sebel sama si Keisha sapatuhnamanya...Waktu aku bilang : Sabar Mbak...Langsung mereka berdua ketawa..Yah, aku ikut ketawa juga. Ikut terhibur juga.. Ikut seneng juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tadi pagi aku sms Berlian (aduh gak biasa bon, manggil kamu pake nama ni, hehehe,JK), nanya apa dia ada kuliah ato gak. Ternyata dia udah libur. Baguslah, aku naek becak ke rumahnya, sempet dikira mau fitness sama abang becaknya...Hahahaha..Bukan pak, saya mau ketemu teman saya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Akhirnya kita cerita2, gosip2..Akh senang, bisa pergi, bisa dapet suasana baru, bisa ketemu temen lama. Senaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnng....=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dan, emang, manusia itu tiap hari belajar. Kayak hari ini, aku belajar dari Berlian dan dari si Mbak. Berlian tu bener2 orang yang masih jaga tradisi keluarganya. Aku salut sama dia. Di zaman kayak gini dia masih gak lupa sama tradisinya, di saat orang2 lain (baca: anak muda) udah keseret zaman "modern". Hehehehe, jangan GR ya ber...Tapi aku bener kok salut ma kamu...=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku juga belajar dari si Mbak. Aku ngerasain, pasti bosen kali ya, tiap hari ngerjain itu2 aja, ketemu orang itu2 aja..Tapi si Mbak gak pernah keliatan BT tuh...Selalu senyum. Mungkin resepnya nonton Melati untuk Marvel terus ya Mbak? Hehehehehe...Aku jadi ketularan suka nonton deh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yah, emang, rasa sepi itu emang kita sendiri yang nyiptain. Dan rasa itu gak bisa hilang kalo bukan kita sendiri yang berusaha untuk membunuh rasa sepi itu..Cie..Dan, ternyata hidup itu emang pilihan. Cuma kita yang bisa milih, mau seneng, ato mau terus2an dengerin lagu mellow terus jadi sedih...Yayayaya..Life is about choices. Kadang boleh sedih, bosen, marah, tapi kadang pilih juga dong seneng, ketawa, ato do something crazy...hehehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tapi sekarang aku milih tidur aja ah...udah jam 1 malem..=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-3785660727358264422?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/3785660727358264422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=3785660727358264422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3785660727358264422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3785660727358264422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/12/lifes-about-choices.html' title='Life&apos;s about choices...'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-6895581802913022142</id><published>2008-12-17T13:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:32:33.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be normal just for a bit</title><content type='html'>Tadi malam aku habisin dengan nangis, nangis, dan nagis...Bahkan aku sendiri gak tau kenapa aku nangis. Aku kangen tapi gak tau apa yang aku bener aku kangenin. aku ngerasa kehilangan, tapi gak tahu apa itu bener2 hilang ato gak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sedih. aku marah ke diri aku ndiri. Ada orang yang cepet lupa sama kenangan, ada yang susah untuk lepas dari kenangannya. tapi aku rasanya menghindar dari itu semua. aku menuntut ini, menuntut itu, tanpa aku mencari solusinya. tanpa aku memperbaiki diri. tadi malam aku nangis, aku nyesel kenapa begitu cepat aku lupa ma mereka. kenapa begitu cepat aku mencoba menghindari mereka karena pengalaman2 ato perasaan2 gak enak yang pernah aku rasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku rasanya hambar. selama 6 bulan ini, yang aku kejar hanya nilai dan pelajaran. sampe seminggu kemaren baru aku sadar, aku terlalu ambisius, ingin jadi yang paling terbaik...sampe aku baru sadar kalo bukan itu sepenuhnya yang aku cari. masih banyak hal-hal lain yang harusnya aku cari juga. Aku slalu membandingkan kehidupan sekolah sekarang sama sebelum aku berangkat ke swiss. Dulu ada Edith yang slalu bisa aku ajak berbagi,apapun itu. Ada ruteng, rani, sin2, berbon, lili, meli, dll yang bisa aku aja sharing dan tertawa. ada julia dengan trik2 sulapnya yang jayus, tapi aku kangenin. ada ini, ada itu. tanpa aku sadari semua pasti bakalan punya kehidupan masing-masing dan aku beruntung karena aku diajari Tuhan 1-2 tahun ini untuk lebih menghargai teman, aku diajari Tuhan untuk tidak tergantung sama "comfort zone" walau aku kangen banget sama comfort zone ku yang dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi malam, aku kirim sms ke temen2ku, keep in touch ma mereka. ada yang bales, dan bilang, smsnya jadi pembangkit semangat buat dia. dan dia sekarang juga lagi ada masalah. akhirnya tadi tengah malam, aku habisin buat berkeluh dan berkesah ma sahabat ku itu. dia nangis, aku juga nangis..tapi stelah itu rasanya tenang, rasanya adem. aku langsung joged2 sendiri di kamar, menghibur diri sendiri, anggapannya kayak orang clubbing, karena waktu udah nunjukin jam stengah 1 malam waktu tu...well, kelihatan aneh, tapi itu mujarab membunuh rasa sepi dan sedih.&lt;br /&gt;akh, aku kangen kalian teman..di sini semua beda. mereka udah punya teman biasa. dan  mereka anggap aku "kakak kelas" mereka. aku mau berjayus-jayus ria, biar gak jaim. sudah aku coba, tapi entah kenapa rasanya enggan aku terusin. ato ya, mungkin ntar aku coba lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akh, aku terlalu banyak menuntut. bilang,kayak gitu kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku beruntung udah punya satu temen baru yang bener2 baik dan bisa diajak berbagi. aku merasa beruntung dan bersyukur. aku mau membenahi diriku. aku mau jadi orang yang gak kaku. aku mau jadi orang yang gak terlalu berambisi,yang  bisa ngatur ambisi tepatnya. aku sadar aku akan menghadapi berbagai situasi di hidupku, berbagai orang, berbagai perasaan. dan aku beruntung, pelajaran itu sudah dan masih Tuhan berikan ke aku. dan aku masih, dan akan terus belajar.&lt;br /&gt;akh, semoga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-6895581802913022142?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/6895581802913022142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=6895581802913022142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6895581802913022142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6895581802913022142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-to-be-normal-just-for-bit.html' title='I want to be normal just for a bit'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-4562317894227668495</id><published>2008-12-17T12:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:46:05.926+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have no idea...</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wanna quit. sometimes i wanna give up. sometimes i regret my decisions. sometimes i feel bored. sometimes i feel damn lonely. but, voila. this is it. this life. just face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utang2 ku udah sbagian slese. ujian dah slese. tapi masi ada tanggungan laen, kayak ngurusi foto kelas n uang kas kelas yang ilang. aakh, aku capek. jujur, udah sebulan trkahir aku jarang ngurus kelas. aku bener2 capek. apalagi kalo inget anak2. aku sampe stress. yap, emang itu resiko jadi ketua kelas. tapi mereka kadang gak ketulungan. masak seharian hpku dikirimi sms, isnya nanya besok masuk jam brapa, plg jam brapa, bawa plajaran apa, ato pake baju apa. hey, MASA PAKE BAJU APA AJA DITANYAIN? Bahkan ada yang sms, isinya itu semua. aku rasanya pusing. mana waktu tu aku lagi gak ada pulsa. jadilah aku beli kartu baru, bela2in buat bales itu, coz xl ku gak bisa diisi..eh stelah itu, masih ada yang nanya :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BESOK DIABSEN GAK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey, kalo gak diabsen gak masuk gitu? oke aku tau mungkin kamu gak ada yang nganter. KLISE..!!! akh, kenapa aku jadi sarkastik ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari ini lagi, mo bahas soal foto. ada anak yang bilang :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SINTA, KAMU SALAH SIH, FOTONYA DI SANA..HARUSNYA BEGINI, HARUSNYA BEGITU...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fine, URUS AJA SENDIRI..!!! aku capek tau gak, harus mikir smentara masih ada juga yang jadi tanggungannku..PLEASE, NGERTI DONG. Mreka bisanya CUMA PROTES AJA, TANPA ADA TINDAK LANJUT. akhh, kalo gak gitu, MAUNYA YANG MAHAL, TANPA MIKIR TEMAN2NYA YG LAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JANGAN NUNTUT AJA DONG GUYS..!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;POSISIKAN DIRI KALIAN KLO JADI KAMI..!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kadang aku mikir, mreka childish banget...tapi apa aku yang sok dewasa? mungkin juga. aku ngrasa (dan emang) yang paling tua, jadinya yang laen mnurutku tu childish...akh, aku kok sarkastik + kejem gini ya ngomongnya? tapi iya, smenjak pulang dari swiss, aku jadi orang yang lebih berani nunjukin perasaanku..perasaan suka ato benci. seneng ato marah. bagus lah, jadi gak ngempet2 ndiri lagi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;akh..!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-4562317894227668495?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/4562317894227668495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=4562317894227668495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4562317894227668495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4562317894227668495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-no-idea.html' title='I Have no idea...'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-8124464367737451311</id><published>2008-11-19T14:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:34:05.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God, Thank You</title><content type='html'>Ya Tuhan, terima kasih atas semua anugerah-Mu..&lt;br /&gt;Pelatihan jurnalistik yang semula bikin aku males, ternyata bener-bener berkesan...Aku dapet temen-temen baru, yang bener-bener baik dan lucu...Thanks God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulang ke Surabaya, ternyata temen sekelasku udah buat surprise...They were soo sweet...Bener-bener terharu n seneng...Emang, aku seneng dapet n buat kejutan...ah, thanks friend..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smangat...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-8124464367737451311?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/8124464367737451311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=8124464367737451311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8124464367737451311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/8124464367737451311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-god-thank-you.html' title='Oh God, Thank You'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-3935342890054807497</id><published>2008-11-08T23:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:55:48.429+07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.M.A.N.G.A.T</title><content type='html'>Beberapa hari ini aku tuh gak semangat banget..PR tak tinggal tidur, ulangan tak tinggal tidur, besoknya baru aku kerjain...Agak gimana gitu, semenjak aku ngekos...Pagi2 tu rasanya waktunya jauuhh lebih lama...=)&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya bosan banget sama rutinitas skul belakangan ni...Bosan, bosan..PR, ulangan, tugas...errrgh...Mungkin ni lagi di titik jenuh ya? Makanya seminggu ni aku gak niat bgt...Tak tinggal tidur terus...hehehehe...Kemaren, saking bosennya pas lagi di kos, aku sampe ngemil mie sedap yang aku kremes2 sendiri, gak dimasak....Yayaya, aku tau itu gak sehat, mie itu harusnya dimasak...Tapi gimana ya? abis aku suntuuuuuuuuukk banget kemaren di sana, mau ngemil, pas camilan ku sebelumnya abis...Gak ada camilan, mie sedap jadi lah...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oia, tadi kelasku n kelas2 XII lainnya ngadain acara makan2 di kelas buat persiapan live-in. Kelas2 laen mah makanannya enak.ada ote ote, pisang goreng, lele goreng, es dawet, dadar jagung, tempe bacem, sayur lodeh...tema makan2 nya itu kan "makanan desa", tapi kelasku tu kayaknya beda sendiri...ini menu2 nya:&lt;br /&gt;sayur gambas, pare, pete, jengkol, daging rw (dan aku yang kebagian tugas bawa ini, thanks 2 om andi yg udah ngebantuin), DLL&lt;br /&gt;Untung masih ada sambel goreng kentang, c ah kangkung, n tempe yang "normal"..tapi tu langsung abis, coz anak2 sbagian besar ga mau nyoba...&lt;br /&gt;btw, tadi pertama kali aku makan jengkol...hehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, besok aku berangkat ke jakarta...banyak banget alasan yang bikin aku benernya "gak semangat"..tapi gimana, aku mesti bikin diriku ndiri buat semangat...malam ini, semangat itu dah mulai muncul, walo masih dikit banget...Yaya, time keeps on moving, we were never meant to hold on...just go on...&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;br /&gt;smangat..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-3935342890054807497?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/3935342890054807497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=3935342890054807497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3935342890054807497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/3935342890054807497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/11/smangat.html' title='S.M.A.N.G.A.T'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-6502942694806832413</id><published>2008-10-29T23:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:10:14.790+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was You...</title><content type='html'>Eric Clapton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that youd be loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were the one whod stay forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now forevers come and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im still here alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you were only playing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were only playing with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never waiting,I was never waiting for the tears to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you who put the clouds around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you who made the tears fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you who broke my heart in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you, it was you who made my blue eyes blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I never should have trusted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that Id be all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I thought I saw my heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my heavens gone awayAnd Im out in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you had me believing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had me believing in a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I couldnt see it,I guess I couldnt see it till I saw goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you were only playing,You were only playing with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never waiting,I was never waiting for the tears to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you who put the clouds around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I never should have trusted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I never should have trusted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I never should have trusted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gak tau ya...begitu denger lagu ni tadi pagi, aku langsung suka...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumat sampe slasa libur..!!!! yippie yippie..!!! bisa pulang..bisa jalan2..!!! yippie yippie..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-6502942694806832413?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/6502942694806832413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=6502942694806832413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6502942694806832413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6502942694806832413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-was-you.html' title='It was You...'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-6537913669314937039</id><published>2008-10-22T22:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:03:09.800+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kos, Kelas, dan Laskar Pelangi; kangen TV, kangen koran...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah 3 minggu nih aku jadi anak kos..Ga tahan, terlalu capek soalnya kalo harus bolak-balik by bemo...hehehe...awalnya sih excited bgt mo ngekos, bayangannya juga enak2...Emang enak sih sebenernya. Anak2 nya baek. Cuma aku ndiri yg kelas 3 SMA, yg laen sbagian besar kelas 1 n kelas 2...Manis2 banget..Seneng lah sama mereka...Tapi karna aku satu2nya anak kelas 3, jadi yg plg paling telat tu aku...pulang dah jam 4/stg 5..abis tu langsung makan catering Makmur Jaya..(gila, promosi banget)..Dah gitu minggu2 ni ulangan2 gak slese-slese..Makanya kalo malam tuh rasanya sepo, sepi, sendiri, dan "s" "s" yang laennya...mana dah lama bgt gak nonton tv n baca koran...kalo ngliat TV tu rasanya dah nemu surga dunia lah rasanya..hehehehe, lebay..tapi emang sih, skrg aku bisa jam stg 6 mandi, pdhal dulu jam stg 6 dah harus brkt..dan kalo dulu jam stg 7 aku baru nyampe di skul, skrg jam stg 7 tu aku baru "loncat" dari kos..hehehehe..cuma 5 menit ke skul...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temen2 kelasku lucu banget..Ada yang sering dijadiin bulan2an..Ksihan banget, tapi dia jadi hiburan kelas...=) anak2 yang laen juga baek bgt, klo di kelas pokoknya aq slalu ketawa, always happy lah..Hitung2 jadi hiburan sepo, sepi, sendri, dll di tempat kos...hehehehe...ah senang bisa sekelas sama mereka...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laskar Pelangi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari awal aku dah pengen banget nonton film ni...waktu baru premier kita mau nonton sekeluarga, eh tnyata udah abis tiketnya n akhirnya kita nonton Suami2 takut istri...ah, no comment lah buat film yang ini...hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Nah tadi tu ada pengumuman kalo suster kepsek mau mbayarin guru2, pengurus OSIS, n panitia LDKS buat nonton Laskar Pelanagi di XXI...AKU PUENGEN POL ikut..tapi besok aku ada latihan drama ma klmpok sosio, tampil hari Jumat...ah, BT banget jadinya...aku sampe mupeng banget...Gilirannya dibayarin, malah gak bisa...ah, BETE..!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besok gak ada ulangan n PR...Makanya bisa ngeblog nih..ehehehehe..senangnya....tapi aku pengen poll nonton Laskar Pelangi...Smoga minggu depan masih ada ya, coz minggu ni aku pergi LDKS...Ya Tuhan, kabulkanlah doa hambamu ini....=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-6537913669314937039?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/6537913669314937039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=6537913669314937039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6537913669314937039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6537913669314937039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/10/kos-kelas-dan-laskar-pelangi-kangen-tv.html' title='Kos, Kelas, dan Laskar Pelangi; kangen TV, kangen koran...'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-2268472025152668539</id><published>2008-10-10T22:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:54:58.091+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Gott</title><content type='html'>Ya Tuhan...&lt;br /&gt;Dalamm sebulan ini rasanya ada aja rintangan yang aku dapet...Kadang aku bertanya, segini susahkah untuk balik lagi ke kehidupan "lama"? Kenapa banyak sekali kejutan yang aku dapat? Ya Tuhan terangilah dan berikan aku kesabaran, ketenangan dalam menghadapi apa aja yang akan terjadi nantinya. Aku sadar aku harus ngerubah diri. Keluh dan kesah gak bakal nyelesaiin semua, memang...Aku cuma bisa berharap dari semua ini ada pelajaran manis yang bisa aku ambil, yang bisa buat aku jadi manusia yang lebih baik , lagi, dan lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih Tuhan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-2268472025152668539?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/2268472025152668539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=2268472025152668539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/2268472025152668539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/2268472025152668539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-gott.html' title='Oh Gott'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-4672145639368252746</id><published>2008-09-22T01:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:18:40.068+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schwarzes Schaf</title><content type='html'>Es gibt Tage,&lt;br /&gt;an denen man sich einsam fuehlt&lt;br /&gt;an denen man sich ausgeschlossen fuehlt&lt;br /&gt;ab denen man traurig ist&lt;br /&gt;Man fuehlt sich verlassen&lt;br /&gt;von der ganzen Welt unverstanden&lt;br /&gt;und man hofft, diese Tage gingen schnell vorbei&lt;br /&gt;An solchen Tagen fuehlt man sich&lt;br /&gt;wie ein schwarzes Schaf&lt;br /&gt;Eines unter lauter weissen&lt;br /&gt;Doch diese Tage sind es, die jeden Menschen ausmachen&lt;br /&gt;Jeder ist anders als andere&lt;br /&gt;Wir koenen nicht alles dasselbe&lt;br /&gt;Wir wollen nicht alle dasselbe&lt;br /&gt;Wir sind nicht alles dasselbe&lt;br /&gt;Wir sind individuell&lt;br /&gt;Jeder fuer sich&lt;br /&gt;sei ganz eigenes schwarzes Schaf...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-4672145639368252746?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/4672145639368252746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=4672145639368252746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4672145639368252746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4672145639368252746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/09/schwarzes-schaf.html' title='Schwarzes Schaf'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-1946348073052268651</id><published>2008-09-02T06:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:37:12.924+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menghela Nafas Sejenak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sekolah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aktivitas sekolahku hectic. Hampir setiap hari pulang jam 4, nyaris full day, bahkan kalo bisa dibilang, lbih dari full day. Sabtu yang harusnya nyantai, malah ditambahin pelajaran tambahan. Well, emang itu semua buat kebaikan kita sih. Tapi tetep aja, stress rasanya. Bukan cuma badan, tapi capek mikir juga. Tugas sekolah makin banyak. Buat penelitian lah, inilah, itulah, dll. Tapi aku nyoba buat have fun lah. Karena emang, kalo dibawa stress, jadinya emang stress. Meskipun gak mungkirin juga, kalo tiba saatnya, mecoba have fun itu susah banget. Kalo dulu, setiap liburan aku slalu mikir, mau jalan2 ke mana? tapi sekarang, mikirnya, kapan kerja kelompoknya? Kapan nyicil ngerjain ini? Kapan buat itu? Dan kapan rencana bangun siang? dan lain-lain. Dulu sekolah gak pernah bilang kalo itu "libur", tapi "siswa-siswi belajar di rumah". Dan aku cuma ketawa-ketawa aja. Tapi sekarang rasanya aku malu buat ngetawain itu. Karena emang, itu bukan libur,tapi "belajar di rumah". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teman-teman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beruntung aku punya teman-teman baru yang baik di kelas yang baru. Pernah aku sakit, terus ada yang nge sms tugas-tugas apa aja yang dikasi hari itu. Ya, aku udah punya kelompok lah istilahnya. Walaupun, kelasku itu termasuk kelas parno-an. Kalo ulangan, semua saling tanya2an. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinta, belajar ini?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yakin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Iya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ini kamu hapalin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bener ta sin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bener, masak nama anggota BPUPKI yang 67 orang itu mau aku hapalin....Amsyong lah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya gitu lah contoh parno nya. Tapi selebihnya kelasku itu benernya fun. Aku ngerasa beruntung bisa ada di kelas itu, pas di aku kelas 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Waktu aku ulang tahun kemaren, anak-anak OSIS adik kelas ngasih kejutan kue ultah..Seneng rasanya, makasih ya, terutama buat Vian...=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oia, hari Minggu kemaren aku n temen2 angkatanku ngumpul2 soalnya Rani mau ke Swiss. Seneng banget bisa ketemu mereka dan guyon-guyonan baareng mereka. Rasanya seneng bisa ketawa lepas bareng mereka, sesuatu yang jarang aku lakukan di Swiss. Penampilan kita rasanya berubah. Aku inget, zaman2 dulu, jarang banget Ruteng ato Lex bawa tas tangan buat jalan2. Dulu kita malah cuma pake kaos oblong kalo pergi pergi, dengan dompet plus hape yang ditenteng, karena malas bawa tas, plus sandal. Tapi sekarang mereka lebih rapi. Bawa tas, pake blus, sandal cantik, dll...Ah senang ngliat mereka. Karena walo penampilan mereka berubah, tapi mereka masih tetep kayak yang dulu. Guyonan kita pun masih kayak yang dulu...Tentang si ini lah, tentang itu...Makanya kemaren aku senyum2 terus, terus mereka nanya, Kenapa sih kamu senyum2 terus? Aku cuma bisa bilang "Aku seneng bisa ketemu dan pergi bareng mereka hari itu."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angkot dan Bis Kota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buat aku, naek angkot ato bis kota itu petualangan. Bukan cuma naek kedua kendaraan itu sih yang menurutku adalah petualangan, tapi pada dasarnya emang aku seneng jalan-jalan, mau naik mbil, motor, pesawat, dll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku mulai jadi pelanggan setia angkot dan bis kota sejak kelas 2 SMA. Waktu pertama kali naek, rasanya seneng banget dan tertarik. Sampe sekarang pun, naek angkot ato bis tetep jadi hal yang asyik buat aku. Walo aku tau, banyak yang ngenyek, "koq masih naek anggkot?". Who cares? Emang yang ngenyek itu mau beliin aku mobil plus nyewain sopir apa? hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Banyak yang aku alamin selama naek angkutan umum. Digodain itu biasa. Aku selalu pasang tampang jutek plus tampang yang kalo boleh dibilang tu sok jagoan di terminal..hehehehe...Kalo pulang sekolah naek bis, gak jarang aku mesti berdiri sampe turun ganti angkot. Penyebabnya banyak, kadang emang bisnya yang rame, tapi kadang juga ada bapak2 ato mas-mas yang tega "gak mau kalah" saat "perebutan kursi" di bis. Kalo bapak2 yang udah tua banget sih aku gak masalah, tapi yang sering kejadian ni orang-orang yang masih muda. Tega ya, ngebiarin cewek yang baru pulang sekolah dengan rambut awut-awutan plus mata sayu dengan tentengan sebajeg berdiri 30 menit? ck ck ck...(hiperbola ya?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Walaupun aku seneng ngliat tingkah pola orang2 di angkot, dengerin pengamen di bis kota, tapi kadang aku ngerasa capek. Kalo pulang, aku udah tinggal bawa "ampas", yaitu badan yang capek, coz waktu di jalan yang lama. Kadang aku pengen juga langsung pulang tanpa harus nunggu, tanpa harus desel-deselan, tanpa harus stress di jalan, dan pulang dengan santai dan tenang. Kalo mau gitu, beli helikopter aja sekalian, Sinta? hehehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Menghela nafas sejenak. Aku pengen menghela nafas sejenak buat ngeblog hari ini. Aku pengen nyurahin keluh dan kesah aku yang selama ini rasanya cuma aku pendem aja. Ah, memang di blogku kali ini, bayak kata "walaupun". Dan memang bener, "Walaupun gak ada yang sempurna, hidup ini indah seperti adanya."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God Bless us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-1946348073052268651?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/1946348073052268651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=1946348073052268651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1946348073052268651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/1946348073052268651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/09/menghela-nafas-sejenak.html' title='Menghela Nafas Sejenak'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-6517884239845884972</id><published>2008-08-20T00:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:27:56.513+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Positive...</title><content type='html'>Dearest blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senen kemaren aku nambah umur jadi 18 tahun...Dua hari yang lalunya aku ke Jogja, aji ada acara family gathering di sana. Aku nyusul 1 hari belakangan, terus pesawatnya delay 1 stengah jam lagi...Aku ketemu ma anak2 dupont..Seneng, banyak punya adek...Gabby, Reva, Stefi, Samuel, dll...Ah, seneng bgt kalo kumpul2 kayak gitu...Ada outbond n aku ikut di grup anak2..Jadi aku paling tua sendiri..Bayangkan, rata2 yang ikut tu anak SD..hehehehe...Apalagi, ada anaknya Pak Yongky yang lucu abis..Gemes bgt ngliatnya...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, hari itu kita makan enak. Sebelumnya aku dijemput om Gunarso n Dedek di bandara, terus ditraktir di Malioboro...Aduh, aku berasa anak pejabat yang punya bodyguard...hahahaha, berlebihan ya...Tapi mereka semua baik...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di Jogja, aku ngliat UGM...Ah, semoga cita2 ku taun depan bisa kesampaian ya...Doain, waktu ke Borobudur aku sampe udah megang kakinya Budha dua kali, buat nyampein permintaan. Sugesti (?), tapi pokoknya aku percaya...Aji sampe diapit 2 penjual miniatur Borobudur, lucuuuuu bgt ngliatnya...hehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas malem jam 12, ada sms masuk, ada yg nelpon (thanks yaa...), tapi tiba2 ada bellboy yang ngebell pintu kamar kita...Aku dapet kue..Senengnya...Ternyata aku dikasi kue ultah ma Dupont...Thanks ya Dupont, seneng bgt.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-6517884239845884972?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/6517884239845884972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=6517884239845884972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6517884239845884972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6517884239845884972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/08/think-positive.html' title='Think Positive...'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-9218243174470836502</id><published>2008-08-12T12:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:05:46.718+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidupku yang sekarang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gak tau kenapa ya? Semenjak pulang aku orangya jadi tukang capek. Rasanya tiap hari begitu pulang sekolah, bawaannya capeeek terus. Belum lagi pelajaran di sekolah yang banyak aku lupa. Terus aku jadi lelet kalo ngerjain tugas. Ada aja halangannya, entah printernya rusak, kameranya kebawa aji n aku lupa masukin foto2 itu sebelumnya, sampe tugas2 kelompok yang bikin aku tambah pusing. Bah, pusing banget. Tapi gak papa lah, jalani aja deh. Mungkin ini yang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senen kemaren, kita ber 10 ngelayat ke rumah opanya Marco. Ada yang naik motor n mobil. Aku nunut mobil temenku. Nyampe di sana, ternyata kita malah disuguhi nasi Siobak. Trus si Febri, keliatan dah mupeng banget. Padahal sebelumnya dia udah makan di cafe Endok Ceplok n abis itu beli es krim Haagen Dasz di Sinar. Akhirnya dia makan juga nasi Siobak tu. Satu kotak abis buat dia sendri. Padahal yang laen2 pada makan satu kotak buat berdua, itu aja udah kenyang...hehehehehe..Trus dia minta aqua gelas. Eh, ternyata 2 gelas langsung abis..Kita semua cuma bisa ketawa-ketawa aja ngliat tingkahnya dia..(hehehehe. Feb, maaf ya kalo kamu baca ini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oia, aku balik ke bis dan angkot langgananku. Dari Senen mpe Rabu, aku pulang jam 4 sore, belum lagi terus naik bis, terus lanjut angkot. Gak jarang aku tidur di bis ato angkot. Tapi gak pernah kelewatan mpe jauh...semoga jangan pernah kelewatan lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini aku lagi di ruang komputer. Komputernya baru bok. Masalah sekolah juga bikin aku pusing. Banyak aturan baru. Misalnya kalo pelajarannya guru A harus pake dasi, padahal kan dasi angkatanku beda ma dasi angkatan taun ni. Terpaksa deh aku harus beli..dan banyak aturan laen lagi yang bikin tambah pusing. Aku jadi inget pas aku pertama2 di Swiss. Perasaannya hampir sama, cuma kali ini aku balik ke tempat asalku...Ah, hari ini aku punya tugas banyak banget...Foto2 yang udah aku ambil pas kemaren ke Pacet, belum aku masukin ke flashdisk, n kameranya keburu aku kasih ke Aji. Aku mikirnya tugas itu masih lama waktu ngumpulinnya, gak taunya besok udah harus dikumpulin. Entahlah, ntar gimana caranya aku nyari foto buat besok. Mana pulang sore, trus printer di rumah rusak..Wah lengkap sudah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabar...Semoga di hari yang panjang ini, ada aja yang bakal buat aku seneng...Peace!&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/3747665988841001211-9218243174470836502?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/9218243174470836502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=9218243174470836502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/9218243174470836502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/9218243174470836502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/08/hidupku-yang-sekarang.html' title='Hidupku yang sekarang'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-4088537659134837822</id><published>2008-07-23T18:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T18:30:37.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back Sinta...</title><content type='html'>Udah hampir aku dua minggu di Indonesia. Seneng rasanya bisa balik. Perjalanan dari Swiss lancar, malah aku n Rossy di-upgrade waktu dari London ke Singapur..hehehehe, syukur...Sampe di rumah Sidoarjo, di depan pintu Mama n Aji udah nulis Selamat Datang Sinta pake bahasa Inggris, Jerman, Bali, n Jawa..Jadi terharu banget. Pas lagi asik kangen2an sama kamar, tiba2 Ruteng, Lili, Sin2, n Berbon ngejutin. Ternyata mereka udah nunggu dari lama...Jadi tambah terharu...Terus hari berikutnya ketemuan ma temen2 SMP, crita2 sampe restorannya mau tutup. Edith n Milka nginep di rumah. Seneng denger cerita mereka, ada yang ktrima di UI, UGM, kedokteran lah, sastra inggris lah...Ikut seneng dengernya..Pas hari Minggu kemaren, ada acara Welcome n Farewell Party AFS Chapter Surabaya. Rasanya pas hari itu bahagia banget. Jadi inget taun lalu, pas angkatan kita yang difarewell...Ah....=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik ke sekolah, banyak yang bilang aku tambah item lah, tambah gemuk, tambah kurus, dll...Jadi bingung,benernya aku ni kurusan ato gemukan? hehehehe...Kelasku kelas serius, ambil positfnya aja deh, mungkin ni biar aku lebih serius belajar...Aku jadi ketua kelas pula...waduh....Ya, smoga aja lah dengan ini aku jadi bisa lebih deket ma mereka...Amin, amin...Aku berharap banget supaya bisa deket ma mereka....Amin, amin (skali lagi)...Oia, aku balik lagi naik si kuning sejak Senin kemaren...Ketemu bapak2 yang nyebrangin aku tiap hari...Ah, tapi aku kangen banget sama Swiss, sama rutinitasku di sana juga. Kemaren Andrea ngirim email, aku jadi tambah kangen ma mereka...Ya, smoga aku bisa ketemu ma mreka lagi. Pokoknya kalo aku punya banyak uang, aku mau ke Swiss lagi...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smangat..!!! Be postive..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-4088537659134837822?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/4088537659134837822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=4088537659134837822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4088537659134837822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/4088537659134837822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-back-sinta.html' title='Welcome back Sinta...'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-7294455636372485916</id><published>2008-07-09T22:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:30:10.748+07:00</updated><title type='text'>P U L A N G</title><content type='html'>Besok aku pulang. Hari senin kemaren aku buat perpisahan kecil-kecilan di rumah andrea, masak urap, sate, n bakmie goreng. Seneng banget yang aku undang dateng semua. Sblumnya juga Mirjam n Lena malah ngundang aku, kita buat api unggun di deketnya sense Laupen, trus barbecue an, lanjut foto2 di kastil laupen, trus nonton film Barfuss di rumahnya Lena. ah, bener2 malam yang berkesan. Kemaren aku udah pamit ke Anne marie dan seppi, sama Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, hari ni aku bangun jam 9. Sengaja, biar bisa ngepak. Gak taunya sampe jam stengah dua aku baru slesai. Baju2 banyak yang aku tinggal, buku juga (trutama kamus jermanku yang udah 1 kilo sendiri). Coklatku udah resmi 5.5 kilo. Pffuh, deg2an besok. Smoga barang2 ku pas, gak ada yang mesti dikeluarin lagi. Udah terlalu banyak soalnya. Hari ini aku jalan2 ma Luna, ngiter-ngiteri Bösingen. Foto2 stasiun, kereta, jalan yang mesti aku lewatin kalo mau ke bern, dll. Kemaren juga aku ke fribourg, foto mc donald, manor, stasiun, sampe diketawain orang. Biar deh, soalnya aku bener2 gak tau kapan bisa balik ke sini lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang aku baru ngrasa, di sini aku udah punya kehidupan. Rasanya aneh, harus balik k kehidupan lain lagi..Tapi, tetep, aku excited banget mau ketemu mama n aji, bayangin gimana mereka sekarang, udah 1 tahun gak pernah sama sekali ngliat mereka. Temen-temen juga, Edith, Rani, Lili, Meli, Ruteng, Berbon, sin2, dll..Ah, ntar malem Christian masak Raclette (makanan keju khas swiss). Kita makan di rumahnya. Temen2nya Josephine juga bakalan dateng, mreka juga udah baik banget ma aku...ah, gak tau, besok aku pasti deg2an. ato ntar malem susah tidur...bukan menghitung hari lagi skarang, tapi menghitung jam...hehehehehehe=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-7294455636372485916?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/7294455636372485916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=7294455636372485916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7294455636372485916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/7294455636372485916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/07/p-u-l-n-g.html' title='P U L A N G'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-6990537041516598295</id><published>2008-06-24T01:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T02:02:27.847+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prasaanku aneh....</title><content type='html'>Ya Tuhan, perasaanku aneh banget sekarang...Aku gak tau mesti sedih ato seneng...Gak tau, gak jelas...Aneh pokoknya...Di satu sisi, aku seneng mau pulang, bisa ngliat ortu n temen2, tapi aku juga takut smua bakalan gak sperti yang kayak aku bayangin..Aku takut semua bakalan berubah stelah aku pulang...Ah, ich weiss nicht...Aku pasrah aja deh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-6990537041516598295?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/6990537041516598295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=6990537041516598295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6990537041516598295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6990537041516598295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/06/prasaanku-aneh.html' title='Prasaanku aneh....'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747665988841001211.post-6372638807422737271</id><published>2008-06-20T22:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:38:10.533+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedikit Obrolan dari Euro 2008...hehehehe</title><content type='html'>Ini waktu kemaren pas aku, Geri, Maxime, dan Christian lagi nonton Euro 2008 (di TV)..Portugal vs Jerman...hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geri : "Ah, liat itu...Christiano Ronaldo..."&lt;br /&gt;Aku : "Ah iya....hmmmm" (kita berdua seneng coz dia cakep..hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;Maxime : "Kamu sukanya cuma karna orangnya cakep...!!! Dia tu gak bisa apa2..!!"&lt;br /&gt;G : "Lho? Dia itu lo maennya juga bagus...Aku bukan cuma suka karna dia ganteng.."&lt;br /&gt;Christian : "Mana sih orangnya?"&lt;br /&gt;M : "Yang itu..."&lt;br /&gt;C : "Ah, cuma gitu aja kok cakep....Waktu aku masih muda, paling gak aku lbih cakep dari dia...."&lt;br /&gt;A : gak bisa nahan ketawa...&lt;br /&gt;M : "Ooooo...Papa pernah muda toh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M : "Liat itu..!! si Nani...!!! Dia yang paling hebat di Portugal, bukan si Ronaldo ..."&lt;br /&gt;C : "Yang mana?"&lt;br /&gt;M : "Itu...Dia namanya cuma Nani lo...gak ada nama kluarga..."&lt;br /&gt;C : "Ayo Nina..!!!"&lt;br /&gt;M : "Papa..."&lt;br /&gt;C : "Ayo Nani...!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus si Lukas Podolski dari Jerman disorot....&lt;br /&gt;C : "Ah, ski..!!! Pasti dia orang Polandia....Orang Polandia kan namanya pake akhiran Ski smua...."&lt;br /&gt;M : "Tapi dia skrg kan maen di Jerman Papa..."&lt;br /&gt;C : "Ayo ski...!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus ada pergantian pemaen, dari Klose kalo gak salah ke Borowski....&lt;br /&gt;C : "Ah lagi2 orang Polandia yang maen....Borowski....Ski..."&lt;br /&gt;M : "Papa, gak smua orang yg namanya Ski itu orang Polandia..."&lt;br /&gt;C : "Borowski....Ski..." (Christian kadang suka buat guyonan tentang orang Polandia, sblmnya2 juga dia punya guyonan tntg orang Polandia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, momen2 kayak gini lah yang bakalan aku kangenin dari sini...=)&lt;br /&gt;Minggu ni aku ada 3 Presentasi : musik Indonesia, Paul Cezanne, n Penjajahan Belanda...Stress euy...Untung udah lewat...Tapi puas lah...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747665988841001211-6372638807422737271?l=sintasuryani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/feeds/6372638807422737271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3747665988841001211&amp;postID=6372638807422737271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6372638807422737271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3747665988841001211/posts/default/6372638807422737271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sintasuryani.blogspot.com/2008/06/sedikit-obrolan-dari-euro-2008hehehehe.html' title='Sedikit Obrolan dari Euro 2008...hehehehe'/><author><name>Desak Putu Sinta Suryani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05546963946771655771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MI03EDJXyhI/TIo_uzuFJ5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/M7xlJn_Ner8/S220/DSC_0641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
