<?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-7686352</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:59:19.605+07:00</updated><category term='berandalan ;)'/><title type='text'>Celebrate Life</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a mellow person and tend to over think issues that come to me, particularly if it ends in disappointment. Thus, I needed to learn that life is a celebration - a journey that no matter how over whelming it may be, a victory will be found at the end. Hope to keep focus on celebrating God's gift to me day-in and day-out. 
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hari-hari yang akan datang&lt;br /&gt;Tetap terasa hangat berwarna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*D&amp;M* Jogja, 25 Januari 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-2764903627446717057?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/2764903627446717057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=2764903627446717057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/2764903627446717057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/2764903627446717057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2009/04/saat.html' title='Saat'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-2757333067977833437</id><published>2009-04-09T08:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:19:24.415+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuas</title><content type='html'>Masa dulu&lt;br /&gt;Ada perih, ada pahit&lt;br /&gt;Semua dijalani&lt;br /&gt;Menjadkan diri yang ada kini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbagai keputusan diambil &lt;br /&gt;Dengan tergesa maupun cermat&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hasilnya &lt;br /&gt;Sering tak sesuai harap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai ada kuas&lt;br /&gt;Yang dapat menghapus &lt;br /&gt;Kesalahan, kebodohan, kesombongan&lt;br /&gt;Ah...itu solusinya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuas itu akan kugerakkan&lt;br /&gt;Diatas peristiwa itu&lt;br /&gt;Melukis kembali kesempurnaan&lt;br /&gt;Agar nanti tak menimbulkan kecewa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kenyataannya&lt;br /&gt;Belasan tahun bahkan puluhan &lt;br /&gt;Kadang tak cukup&lt;br /&gt;Menjauhkan sejarah yang menggelayut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doaku dari hati terdalam&lt;br /&gt;Mata hatimu yang menatapku &lt;br /&gt;Merangkul, menerima sosok tak sempurna ini &lt;br /&gt;Agar dingin segala gelisahku....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*D&amp;M* Jakarta, 5 Maret 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-2757333067977833437?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/2757333067977833437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Terjaga, berangan....</title><content type='html'>Saat terjaga dari tidur&lt;br /&gt;Ingin kurengkuh dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Meyakinkan jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;Kau masih di sisi&lt;br /&gt;Dengan kerinduan yang sama di hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku kini sering gelisah bertanya&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah hati kita tak lagi bertaut?&lt;br /&gt;Kuyakinkan diri asa masih ada&lt;br /&gt;Namun galau menunjuk kau menjauh kini....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*D&amp;M* Jakarta, 8 Maret 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-2524603871606904930?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/2524603871606904930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=2524603871606904930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/2524603871606904930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/2524603871606904930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2009/04/terjaga-berangan.html' title='Terjaga, berangan....'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-384551810431060370</id><published>2008-04-02T18:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:21:04.934+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugggh!!</title><content type='html'>Uggggh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dada ini terasa sempit dan panas&lt;br /&gt;Kecewa, iya&lt;br /&gt;Marah, iya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uggggh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang salah sebenarnya?&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya semua sudah dilakukan&lt;br /&gt;Masih kurang juga rupanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugggh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bingung juga menyusup perlahan&lt;br /&gt;Takut akan kekufuran &lt;br /&gt;Tapi…kenapa seperti ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugggh!!&lt;br /&gt;Sesak sekali perasaan saat ini &lt;br /&gt;Mata terasa panas &lt;br /&gt;Menahan lelehan kegalauan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugggh!!&lt;br /&gt;Siapa yang bisa kasih tau&lt;br /&gt;Salahku &lt;br /&gt;Kurangku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugggh!!&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin berteriak&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin berlari menjauh&lt;br /&gt;Berharap cahaya menjelma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-384551810431060370?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/384551810431060370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=384551810431060370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/384551810431060370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/384551810431060370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2008/04/ugggh.html' title='Ugggh!!'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-5655649992147292808</id><published>2008-03-25T03:01:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T03:28:07.729+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kemauan vs Kebutuhan</title><content type='html'>Inspirasi dalam kehidupan ini bisa didapat dari mana saja, asal kita jeli dan terbuka untuk menangkapnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa waktu terakhir ini aku lagi banyak keraguan tentang hidupku, langkah ke depan mau kemana dlsb. Ini banyak terpicu karena sudah beberapa lama berada dalam ketidakpastian, baik dalam kehidupan di kantor maupun dalam urusan pribadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan sendirinya, pemikiranku lari mencari alternatif solusi. Tapi, ketika mau ke kanan, kok ya pintunya susah banget dibuka, padahal sudah terlihat di depan mata? Belok ke kiri...pintunya gak kelihatan. Akhirnya lurus, eh kayaknya terbuka lebar...tapi masih gak yakin itu jalannya karena berbagai pertimbangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perlahan-lahan, aku merasa mendapat 'tanda' bahwa jalan yang lurus itu sepertinya memang yang tepat, namun akan memerlukan keyakinan dan usaha ekstra untuk bisa menjalaninya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tengah-tengah proses mencari solusi, aku membuka2 lagi blogku ini. Di posting terdahulu ada Mirna yang pernah memberi komentar. Kisah yang dia bagi kepadaku, memberikan ketenangan hati saat aku masih bingung (juga dicampur rasa kecewa dan sedih) apa langkah berikut yang seharus aku ambil. Inilah inspirasi yang sangat membantuku saat itu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisah Seorang Pendo'a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ketika kumohon pada ALLAH kekuatan, Allah memberiku kesulitan agar aku menjadi kuat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kumohon pada Allah kebijaksanaan, Allah memberiku masalah untuk kupecahkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kumohon pada ALLAH kesejahteraan, ALLAH memberiku akal untuk berpikir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kumohon pada ALLAH keberanian, ALLAH memberiku kondisi bahaya untuk kuatasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kumohon pada ALLAH sebuah cinta, ALLAH memberiku orang-orang bermasalah untuk kutolong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kumohon pada ALLAH bantuan, ALLAH memberiku kesempatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak pernah menerima apa yang aku pinta, tapi aku menerima segala yang kubutuhkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do'aku terjawab sudah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirna, thanks banget udah share kisah ini sama aku!!!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-5655649992147292808?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/5655649992147292808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=5655649992147292808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/5655649992147292808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/5655649992147292808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2008/03/kemauan-vs-kebutuhan.html' title='Kemauan vs Kebutuhan'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-114252237925963838</id><published>2006-03-16T21:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:26:12.336+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanyaku</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tanyaku kepadaMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seberapa lama lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diri, jiwa dan hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perlu mengembara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tanyaku kepadaMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seberapa kemampuanku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menanggung kesendirian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menapaki hari-hari tersisa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tanyaku kepadaMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah ini hukumanMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atas apa yang pernah ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di masa laluku?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tanyaku kepadaMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ini bukan hukuman namun ujian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuatkah aku membuktikan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aku lulus sesuai harapanMu?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tanyaku kepadaMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa dia tersembunyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak kunjung ditemui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seolah rahasia yang tak kan tersingkap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tanyaku kepadaMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalaupun Kau tunjukkan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana aku akan mengetahui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tibanya harapan selama ini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tanyaku kepadaMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi petunjuk untuk memastikan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertimbangan akal maupun naluri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah kuragukan tak lagi kupercayai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tanyaku kepadaMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekurangan apa yang ada dalam diri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelalaian apa dari jiwa lirihku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hingga mengalami cobaan ini&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tanyaku kepadaMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah hari kebahagiaan itu datang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menyembuhkan luka dan kekecewaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam waktu yang tersisa sesuai suratanMu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-114252237925963838?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/114252237925963838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=114252237925963838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/114252237925963838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/114252237925963838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2006/03/tanyaku.html' title='Tanyaku'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-114034979894773035</id><published>2006-02-19T18:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T04:46:02.870+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jangan bilang siapa-siapa ya..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Seberapa sering kalo lagi ketemu temen, asik cerita sana sini...akhirnya ngomongin rahasia orang? Ayooooo ngaku....hahaha sering banget pastinya sampai gak keitung kali ya. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awalnya sih 'harmless' dalam arti pembicaraan dimulai dengan, "Eh si Bejo apa kabar ya?" lalu berlanjut dengan jawaban dari teman lain yang menyampaikan kabar terakhir dari si Bejo. Tapi pasti gak selese sampai situ kan? Biasanya nih, apalagi kalo ini kebetulan merupakan pertemuan dari sekelompok kawan yang sudah lama gak ketemu, mulai deh bernostalgia cerita tentang kelucuan atau keanehan si Bejo dan pastinya nanti ada salah satu yang menyampaikan cerita yang sebenarnya 'off the record'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terus terang, memang ada yang bilang saya tukang rumpi atau bahkan ada yang memberi label 'ratu gosip'. Sedih loh ... tapi ya mungkin karena pada akhirnya saya memang agak tahu sedikit-sedikit tentang berbagai hal. Padahal semua itu didapat dari banyak orang yang tanpa dipancing atau diminta, akan bercerita segala hal kepada saya dengan sendirinya. Tapi biasanya sih, kalo ada yang informasi yang kayaknya gak patut untuk diteruskan...ya ...gak diterusin lah ke orang lain...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya dalam beberapa minggu terakhir ini ketemu dengan sebuah pernyataan yang malah bikin saya geli. Apalagi kalo bukan cerita yang ada embel-embel di awal dari si sumber cerita (pastinya bukan orang yang lagi diomongin dong) yaitu, "Tapi..yang ini jangan bilang siapa-siapa ya...buat loe aja". Duh...ada amanahnya! Beban neh kalo yang begini...Tau tapi harus belagak gak tau... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nah dari pengalaman sebagai seorang pendengar yang baik, dan juga seorang penerus cerita yang baik (gak mau munafik neh...emang itu sering gak terhindarkan), saya perhatikan, justru biasanya informasi yang mendapat preambule "Jangan bilang siapa-siapa..." adalah informasi yang akhirnya menjadi rahasia umum alias everybody knows but no one will admit it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mil, kamu tau gak cerita terakhir tentang Mas Z?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yang mana mbak?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi kamu jangan bilang siapa-siapa ya...."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setelah pembicaraan selesai, karena diwanti-wanti gak boleh cerita sama siapa-siapa, ya sudah, saya gak cerita ke siapa-siapa. Kemudian di hari lain, ada teman lain yang memanggil saya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mil, sini deh... udah tau belum cerita tentang Mas Z?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...yang mana neh?" &lt;em&gt;(blagak bego karena udah diberi peringatan sebelumnya)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi kamu jangan bilang siapa-siapa ya...."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan di hari esoknya ada lagi yang mendatangi saya untuk bercerita tentang hal yang sama...Ya begitulah, ternyata semua orang udah tau....padahal bukan saya loh yang menyebarkannya!! Sumpah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapi emang begitulah kenyataan sehari-hari, iya gak? Lucu kan? Hahaha...Lalu gimana dong cerita tentang rahasia???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Simpel: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ya jangan cerita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....karena gak ada jaminan itu cerita hanya akan berhenti sampai situ...hi hi hi tapi susah juga ya kalo udah lagi asik ngerumpi...suka terlanjur baru sadar :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paling tidak sih menurut saya, kalo pun ada informasi yang sebenernya 'off the record' yang pengen banget diceritain ke temen, jangan deh dikasih embel-embel 'Jangan bilang siapa-siapa ya.." karena justru itu akan jadi informasi yang paling diingat...setuju?? Atau barangkali ada yang mau kasih saran lebih jitu?? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-114034979894773035?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/114034979894773035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=114034979894773035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/114034979894773035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/114034979894773035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2006/02/jangan-bilang-siapa-siapa-ya.html' title='&quot;Jangan bilang siapa-siapa ya...&quot;'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-113888927832494774</id><published>2006-02-02T20:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:42:03.394+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='berandalan ;)'/><title type='text'>Rasa Mengganggu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ada rasa yang tiba-tiba saja menerpa hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti digelitik secara samar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengganggu di saat-saat aku seharusnya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memikirkan urusan kehidupan yang lain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Di hadapanku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekerjaan menumpuk menunggu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi semua seolah menjadi tidak penting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akibat rasa yang timbul di salah satu sudut hatiku&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aduh...tapi ini perasaan apa ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti penasaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu bercampur juga rasa pengharapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan cuma diri ini yang merasakan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apakah ini rasa rindu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau justru awal jatuh cinta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin sekedar sayang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi...apa mungkin?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Memang aku selalu menanti kabar darinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suka berharap-harap cemas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menunggu cerita terbaru tentang dirinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena memang tak mungkin bertemu dan menatap wajahnya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lalu apa yang harus kulakukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membiarkan rasa terus mengganggu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil menunggu suatu isyarat, tanda, kepastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia juga diganggu rasa yang sama?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapi sampai kapan ya aku menunggu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau sebaiknya kuberanikan diri saja untuk bertanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey kamu, apa kamu juga diganggu rasa ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang tanpa diminta suka masuk ke dalam hati?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah! Rasa itu datang lagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal aku lagi ingin menulis untukmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengenai kabar terakhir aku di sini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bergelut mengartikan rasa dalam hati&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-113888927832494774?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/113888927832494774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=113888927832494774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/113888927832494774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/113888927832494774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2006/02/rasa-mengganggu_02.html' title='Rasa Mengganggu'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-113582451559985446</id><published>2005-12-29T09:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T09:57:08.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yang terbaik? Hmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Jadi, rencananya mo ngapain setelah ini?" tanya seorang teman yang sudah lama gak ketemu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Melamar dan dilamar," jawabku.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Melamar ke radio lain?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Insya Allah gak di radio lagi."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Dilamar minimum requirementnya apa? Cakep, soleh, kaya, romantis? Tapi keempat-empatnya jangan sampai ketemu."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hahaha...tapi kalo ada satu paket komplit sih boleh..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Minta aja sama Yang Punya Jagad, bangun malam, banyak sedekah dengan harta yang dicintai, Insya Allah Dia akan pertemukan dengan yang terbaik dari semua pria yang pernah diciptakanNya di bumi ini, try it!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Insya Allah udah, tapi semampunya," jawabku dengan sedikit malu-malu karena tahu bahwa sebenernya usahaku masih bisa ditingkatkan lagi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Aku baru nyadar kalau istriku the best in the world setelah 2 tahun pernikahan."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Alhamdulillah you realised that. Some people can't or don't want to see that from their spouses." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Senang mendengar seorang pria mengatakan hal tersebut, di tengah-tengah berita kawin cerai yang mengisi media akhir-akhir ini. Sebagai orang yang masih single, and searching, kadang suka terlintas pikiran, "What's the point in getting married then?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mencari yang terbaik...semua orang pasti menginginkannya, bukan cuma untuk urusan pasangan, tapi segala hal dalam kehidupan kita. Nah masalahnya, kapan kita tau itu yang terbaik???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sebagai seseorang yang masih single and searching, yang sering dihadapi selain pertanyaan mengenai kapan nikah dlsb, adalah pernyataan, "Kamunya sih terlalu milih-milih...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha....dulu sih gue bete banget coz honestly that question makes me feel so inadequate somehow, like it's soooo wrong still being single. Sampai akhirnya ada teman yang menanggapi dengan jawaban yang sangat logis dan jitu. Dia bilang, "Jelaslah kalo cari pasangan harus milih-milih. Wong kita kalo beli tas aja dicari yang terbaik, gak cacat talinya, beli duren juga milih yang manis, beli handphone aja milih-milih...masa cari pasangan hidup gak?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya begitulah...dilema 'yang terbaik' hahaha...kalo kelamaan menjatuhkan pilihan dibilang 'picky', atau kadang kita udah pilih-pilih sesuai kriteria yang kita miliki eh ternyata bukan juga yang terbaik, atau... justru bisa kayak teman saya, untuk menyadari dia punya yang terbaik, baru setelah dua tahun...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Untuk mendapatkan dan mengetahui sudah dapat yang terbaik, mungkin memang perlu semuanya ya: perlu punya kriteria, perlu proses pemilahan dan proses penyesuaian...Yang terakhir ini kali yang paling sulit ya. Entah itu berkaitan dengan kerjaan, pasangan...Sementara sebenernya, kita punya kemampuan untuk menyesuaikan sehingga bisa menerima keadaan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapi, kenapa ya kok kayaknya untuk dapet yang terbaik jadi ribet banget? Apa karena sifat manusia yang gak pernah puas? Bisa kali ya. Atau... karena kita suka gak sadar diri dalam arti suka mengharap yang terbaik dari berbagai hal di luar diri kita, padahal nih kita sendiri barangkali belum menjadi yang terbaik. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Atau mungkin memang untuk tau bahwa kita mendapat yang terbaik terlebih dahulu harus bisa "Make the best of what you've got..." Mungkin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-113582451559985446?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/113582451559985446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=113582451559985446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/113582451559985446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/113582451559985446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/12/yang-terbaik-hmmm.html' title='Yang terbaik? Hmmm....'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-113145255723002293</id><published>2005-11-08T18:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:22:37.296+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A song that describes me well....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Steve Perry is definitely a great singer, but for some reason, all these years I've never taken notice of the lyrics of 'Foolish Heart'. Now that I have, I can say it's probably the best lyrics that describes how I see myself and love right now...  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Foolish Heart" sung by Steve Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a love that grows&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want it unless I know&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each passing hour&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, somehow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be there, ready to share&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a love that's strong&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being alone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will my lonely heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play the part&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Of the fool again, before I begin&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart, hear me calling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop before you start falling &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart, heed my warning&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be wrong anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that feeling again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing a game I can't win&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's knocking on the door&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of my heart once more&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll let her in&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart, hear me calling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop before, you start falling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart, heed my warning&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be wrong anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish, foolish heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart, hear me calling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop before you start falling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart, heed my warning&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be wrong anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh foolish&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be wrong any more&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh foolish foolish heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been wrong before.......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish foolish heart foolish heart....&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-113145255723002293?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/113145255723002293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=113145255723002293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/113145255723002293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/113145255723002293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/11/song-that-describes-me-well.html' title='A song that describes me well....'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-113145314290650061</id><published>2005-11-04T19:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:32:22.906+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maaf nih...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Maaf nih....tapi Lebaran kali ini saya mau nyontek ucapan Idul Fitri yg saya terima melalui sms...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Semoga Ramadhan kali ini menjadi BBM (Bulan Barokah &amp; Maghfirah) bagi kita setelah ber-PREMIUM (Prei Makan dan Minum) guna menjalankan SOLAR (Sholat yang Rajin) sebagai usaha mendapatkan MINYAK TANAH (Meningkatkan Iman yang Banyak, Tahan Nafsu Amarah), demi mencapai PERTAMAX (Perangi Tabiat Maxiat)!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Selamat Idul Fitri 1426 Hijriah. Mohon Maaf Lahir dan Batin, Taqabalallahu Minna wa Minkum Taqabal yaa Karim Kullu Aam Wa Antum Bi Khoir. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-113145314290650061?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/113145314290650061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=113145314290650061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/113145314290650061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/113145314290650061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/11/maaf-nih.html' title='Maaf nih...'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-112894954623641736</id><published>2005-10-10T19:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:39:24.470+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadi kurangnya loe...</title><content type='html'>"Strid, supaya cewek Leo jatuh cinta gimana sih? Loe kok kayaknya sampe kesengsem banget ama si cowok Sagi satu itu?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya cewek Leo, meski di luarnya keliatan galak, sebenernya suka yang romantis-romantis kok! Emang kenapa sih, Rob?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh jadi kayak ditraktir nonton konser waktu itu romantis ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, bagi gue sih iya, secara belum pernah ada cowok yang seromantis itu ke gue. Kan itu kado ulang tahun gue waktu itu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Terus, terus, dia dulu ngapain lagi sampai loe jatuh hati?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa ya? Ya small things deh. Pernah waktu mo pergi, pas naik mobil, dia bilang ada sesuatu untuk gue di dalam 'glove compartment'. Pas gue buka, eh ada boneka! Tapi ya gak cuma gesture-gesture aja sih, gue ngerasa nyambung juga ama dia. Emang lo ama nih cewek dah sampai mana sih?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya gue sih udah jalan beberapa kali. Tapi dia udah punya cowok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lah?! Berani ya sekarang PDKT ama yang udah punya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Udah gue cium sih Strid..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa??? Lah tadi katanya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iya, waktu itu ya gue cium dia mau..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahaha...gelo juga lu ye...perasaan selama ini semua cewek dirayu gak keruan, sampai ada yang udah serius ama loe eh malah loe cuekin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yang ini gue pake hati, kalo gak pake hati ya gue sikapnya asal juga..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh bo, tapi kalo dia udah lo sosor mau, berarti ada kans tuuuuh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi ya gue belum jadian sih. Loe tau gak Strid, ulang tahunnya cuma beda satu hari ama loe, dan dia juga anak bontot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah? Gak salah? Udah lah...akui saja...loe kan sebenernya kan suka ama gue!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iya sih, kalo gak mana mungkin loe menjadi salah satu 'wanita terdekat' gue. Sebenernya loe tuh memenuhi kriteria sebagai wanita pilihan gue..tapi tau gak kurang loe cuma satu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa tuh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya loe pernah pacaran sama si Sagi itu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aih..itu penting banget buat loe ya bo gue mantan seseorang yang loe kenal...dari dulu itu aja yang diungkit! Gue rasanya kayak..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Habis dimana-mana ada aja tuh orang beredar. Udah gitu loe lama banget lupa ama dia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Persaingan yang tiada ujung, gak penting! Emang sih kali ini lama lupanya tapi kan sekarang udah ora urus. Lagipula loe pikir gue udah pasti mau ama loe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loh sudah pasti, gue kan seorang enterpreneur..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eits sombong benerrr ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gue kan gak sombong, fakta, fakta!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gue kasih tau aja fakta bahwa cewek Leo juga kurang suka ama cowok yang cara pikirnya kekanak-kanakan. Dan, sorry to say, itulah kekurangan loe di mata gue..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Loe tega ya ngomong gitu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lah loe juga tadi tega kan bilang gue 'barang bekas' dan gue lama ngelupain dia? Itu hak gue sebenernya mo berapa lama proses sembuhnya kan? Tapi karena loe temen 'ring satu' ya gue maklumi. Dan itu juga gue bilang ke loe dengan maksud demi agar supaya dan hanya agar supaya si Leo bidadari loe itu bisa tetep jatuh cinta sama loe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friendship will always have it's ups and downs. Always remember that it's sweeter to hear some bitter truth from a friend than an enemy. ;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-112894954623641736?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/112894954623641736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=112894954623641736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112894954623641736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112894954623641736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/10/jadi-kurangnya-loe.html' title='Jadi kurangnya loe...'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-112808547707883232</id><published>2005-09-30T19:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T20:07:56.340+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maafkan diri ini....</title><content type='html'>Assalamu'alaikum Wr.Wb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seiring perjalanan waktu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbagai peristiwa dan perilaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telah terjadi dan berlalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelang Ramadhan suci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izinkan dengan segala rendah hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memohon maaf atas kesalahan diri ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga dengan hati yang ikhlas dan lapang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibadah khusyuk kita jelang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agar kita dapat capai kemenangan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat beribadah puasa bagi anda yang menjalankannya! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wassalam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-112808547707883232?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/112808547707883232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=112808547707883232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112808547707883232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112808547707883232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/09/maafkan-diri-ini.html' title='Maafkan diri ini....'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-112574111476049175</id><published>2005-09-03T16:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:27:52.303+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I like this song firstly because of the melody, but I started liking it more after I paid attention to the lyrics. To me it meant that many people have a facade, intentionally or not, and underneath that you'll find a person that is totally far from what you expected.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The song is by &lt;strong&gt;Five for Fighting &lt;/strong&gt;and it's called &lt;strong&gt;Superman (It's Not Easy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that naive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just out to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than a bird..I'm more than a plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than some pretty face beside a train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a home I'll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound absurd...but don't be naive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be disturbed...but won't you concede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up, up and away...away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all right...You can all sleep sound tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy ...or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that naive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men weren't meant to ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With clouds between their knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for special things inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-112574111476049175?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/112574111476049175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=112574111476049175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112574111476049175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112574111476049175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/09/facade.html' title='Facade'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-112565611136125127</id><published>2005-09-02T17:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T17:41:16.256+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina on my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One catastrophe after another. Tsunami in Asia last year. Now hurricane Katrina in the US.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This class five hurricane has left many Americans in awe. Aaron Brown of CNN asked to one of his sources, “Would you expect to see something like this happen in our country?” I’m sure many Americans share this question. The devastation that Katrina left in it’s path was absolutely unimaginable, unexpected by everyone. Knowing how Americans are so good in planning and preparations for emergency, I’m sure this felt like a big blow..like feeling cheated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, another distructive phenomenon is taking place. Typhoon Talim has plowed into Southern China, forcing some 600 000 to be evacuated. Meanwhile Typhoon Nabi, a predicted class 5 typhoon – the same strength as Katrina – is said to head for Japan soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was one of the people who criticised how my government handled the aftermath of the Tsunami in Aceh, But after seeing what has happened in the US, I reached a different opinion. It shows we are all humans that have limitations. I feel this is a reminder that as powerful or invincible we may think of ourselves, no matter how prepared we are for anything, we will always have to face things unfathomable no matter how intelligent we claim to be as humans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;An editorial by the Daily Telegraph wrote: “The sight of a superpower humbled is in itself humbling.” Very well said. My heart and prayers are with the victims of these catastrophes, hoping The Almighty will alleviate their sufferings so they can survive this unfortunate situation. Aamiin! May God Bless us all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-112565611136125127?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/112565611136125127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=112565611136125127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112565611136125127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112565611136125127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/09/katrina-on-my-mind.html' title='Katrina on my mind'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-112529077550361296</id><published>2005-08-29T11:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T11:46:15.593+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;These past few days haven't been really friendly. I've fallen off the wagon, eating just about everything I'm not supposed to. All because of the realisation of something that's coming to an end: my love story with radio. (if you understand bahasa Indonesia, go to &lt;a href="http://dibalikmikrofon.blogspot.com/2005/08/tereliminasi.html"&gt;"Tereliminasi"&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A comment on that posting came from a dear friend, Tantri. She made me realise that I haven't practiced what I preached hahahaha... It turns out a few years back I gave her a pep talk on comfort zones. I told her that we shouldn't be satisfied being there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow! I suppose I can say radio is my comfort zone as I know it like the back of my hand...even though I do feel there still is more about it that I can learn about. But now it's time to move on....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now I've started to think about my 'not so' comfort zones, which, among other, are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Moving abroad (I've always felt bad leaving my parents at their current age. Also the fear of not succeeding far away from family...it's a huge thing in my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TV (Frankly, this used to be an ultimate dream. I gave it up, stupidly, for a 'jerk', who at the time said was committed to get married with me, just because he didn't approve having a wife who worked odd hours. But at this age, don't know if I'd cut it anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Law (I totally left this field behind due to idealism. But now it's like haunting me: getting in touch with old friends from law school plus I've agreed to teach Legal aspects on Communications with a private university in Jakarta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Having my own business (I don't know what line of biz it will be, but my dream is having a company where the employees are happy. Not only happy on the material side of things but are happy spiritually thus they can be loyal and dedicated people. It's hard to get AND maintain good people these days, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly these 'not so' comfort zones are intimidating... It indeed isn't always easy to practice what you preach....hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-112529077550361296?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/112529077550361296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=112529077550361296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112529077550361296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112529077550361296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/08/comfort-zone.html' title='Comfort Zone'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-112454929916070716</id><published>2005-08-19T21:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T21:56:38.906+07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 flights of stairs later....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It was indeed a disaster for everybody. Jakarta with no electricity? How in the world are we supposed to function without it at this day and age? A major irony after Indonesia just celebrated its 60th anniversary of the declaration of independence the day before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way to work on that fateful Thursday morning, I was in my car listening to my radio station ('my radio station'? I make it sound like I own it hahaha). Suddenly,  music disappeared from my old fashioned car radio, which prompted me to tune into other stations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my surprise, my other reliable backup stations (no need to mention them, right?) all were off the air as well, with an exeption of one news station that seemed quite alright. As I neared the building, I gave a call to my friends at the station where I work, to ask what was happening. Nelly, the receptionist said, "Yup, electricity is out in the building!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A quick sense of curiousity seeped through, wondering how could all these stations experience the same phenomenon. As I found out much, much later, it turned out that PLN was having problems big time at two of their electrical plants which caused blackouts not only in the capitol, but throughout Java-Bali.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As soon as I entered the lobby, I realised I had problems as well. Everybody was waiting for the elevator, while I noticed two of them seemed to be stuck on the 8th and 2nd floors. Can't imagine how I would be if I were stuck in one of them!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was nearly 11 am, the start of my shift, but no elevators were functioning. The building's safety personnel were going back and forth but they didn't seem to give any sense of resolution. O'oh.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It then dawned on me that I may have to face the fact of climbing 20 flights of stairs if I wanted to start my show on time. "What? 20 floors? Are you kidding yourself?" were a few thoughts that cramped my head at the time. The fright of not having the stamina to climb all the way up by myself along with the thought of not being able to get out of the stairwell (coz some of the doors aren't accessible from the stairwell due to security reasons)haunted me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, I noticed a colleague came into the lobby. Harley, just got back from running an errand and was content on climbing the stairs to get back to the office. The thought of having company climbing so many flights of stairs helped me worry less of the bad possibilities that filled my head. So I gathered courage, also making sure Harley was willing to take short breaks every now and then, I ventured up the stairs to get to the 20th floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my surprise, it was fun! I must say good company is indeed what I needed for this daunting quest. When we reached the 6th floor I came to my first realisation of 14 more floors to go. A good thing another man that joined my entourage reminded me not to take much notice of how many floors we've climbed. We kept on going, and surely enough we got to the 10th, 14th, 17th....19th floor in no time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although quite tired, we came out on the 19th floor where I had to sign in. Shortness of breath was a definite thing, but I got to tell you, I was more surprised that I was able to climb so many stairs!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, as soon as I got to the station's studio on the 20th floor I needed some time to catch my breath before going on the air. I sat on the floor with my legs stretched out, making sure I didn't experience any cramps. Everybody was surprised that I actually climbed all those stairs, frankly I was myself! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;20 flights of stairs later, I have to say I now clearly understand that unintentionally we get caught in negative thoughts that creates unnecessary barriers within ourselves which then hinder us from reaching goals, dreams, targets...This may sound like a cliche, but the point is to set aside those unnecessary thoughts and try your best! The possibility of both failing and succeeding can probably go any way, but you just never know how much potential you've got in you until you tap into it! Like they say: it's all in the mind....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-112454929916070716?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/112454929916070716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=112454929916070716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112454929916070716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112454929916070716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/08/20-flights-of-stairs-later.html' title='20 flights of stairs later....'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-112157283029490352</id><published>2005-07-17T10:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T13:29:47.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Have you ever considered the amount of love that you have? What I mean is, how much love is one able to give, to his/her family, parents, siblings, spouse/lover, children, relatives, friends, neighbours....etc...etc?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A special feature on adoption on Hallmark TV made me think about this. There was one on a family that adopted more than 12 children from different backgrounds, ages, ethnicity. Imagine! Most would probably ask: how do they keep their sanity! I'm sure they do face problems but as the feature showed, the children are amazingly working together as a family. One of the activities they do, which definitely will bring a smile to anyone, is how they make shopping for groceries a competition between the guys and gals team. Whoever finish finding the each of their groceries list quickest wins....Hey! I wouldn't mind having a family that has that kind of fun. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another feature was of this family that adopted two boys from Russia. This couple planned on adopting two more girls to complete the family. Most would probably think it's a decision that doesn't make sense.  I did too, as the boys themselves were still very young.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet, the mom's remark hit me, and it hit me hard. She said that at first they weren't sure how they were going to handle the boys, questioning if they would be able to give enough love to both. "God doesn't work that way. God multiplies love. There's more love here than we had before!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-112157283029490352?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/112157283029490352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=112157283029490352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112157283029490352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112157283029490352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/07/about-love.html' title='About Love'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-112107650347777666</id><published>2005-07-11T16:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T05:08:39.320+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles that inspired me to write a poem... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img3.buzznet.com/assets/users8/bintaro61/default/gallery-1119786681-msg-18061-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img3.buzznet.com/assets/users8/bintaro61/default/gallery-1119786681-msg-18061-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "One Floor Up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a time not too long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my days were pathetically dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through the day there were fingers pointing for blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criticism harshly blurted with no shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With a torn and weary heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet would drag me to an escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very far, just one floor up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me to find an instant pick me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spirit of friendship was all over the place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gleeful smiles and laughter heard end to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not this isn't a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a workplace yet more like a big happy family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was my place of sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where my sanity didn't seem lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where my words made sense to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the other floor that doesn't bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sincere support and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found in many of their hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To charge me up, ready to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing the hampering darkness below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I now believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile along with sincere kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although diminutive it may seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can overpower negativity, no matter how huge it may be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@by Diarmila Sutedja, Bintaro 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img3.buzznet.com/assets/users8/bintaro61/default/gallery-1119792026-msg-20413-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img3.buzznet.com/assets/users8/bintaro61/default/gallery-1119792026-msg-20413-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for my friends at "One Floor Up", both those who are still here and those who have moved on.....GBU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-112107650347777666?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/112107650347777666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=112107650347777666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112107650347777666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/112107650347777666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/07/smiles-that-inspired-me-to-write-poem.html' title='Smiles that inspired me to write a poem... :)'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-111958793049494077</id><published>2005-06-24T08:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:22:02.783+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angkor Wat 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img3.buzznet.com/assets/users7/bintaro61/cambodia/gallery-1114738290-msg-8797-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img3.buzznet.com/assets/users7/bintaro61/cambodia/gallery-1114738290-msg-8797-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah! I'm finally here!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The visit to Angkor Wat was the highlight of my trip to Cambodia but at the same time the saddest point of my trip. It was a great treat for all of us after working so hard during the forum. But on a personal side a tragedy occurred....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new digital camera specifically for the trip. It was my first camera ever that I bought myself. Since going Angkor Wat was ultimately what I was looking forward to so I made sure I had enough memory to take tons of pictures there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img3.buzznet.com/assets/users7/bintaro61/default/gallery-1114883600-msg-19622-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, Esti &amp;amp; Amel with our Timor Leste friends, Jorge and Gio..miss you all a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After taking a number of pics we reached the last set of steps that would take us up to the top. I took a picture on the steps and then the tragedy ocurred...my camera fell!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now the picture below was the very last picture I took before my camera fell. Look at those steps....they're really really steep and to add to that: very very small!! Look how people are literally climbing up the steps...not walking like you would on normal sized steps. When I was posing I was shaking, afraid I'd lose my balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When my camera fell, I felt my heart broke hahaha...actually it was my camera breaking into pieces. The camera fell on blocks of stone centuries old, what would you expect? Anyway...the good news is...my camera was reparable and now is working as it was before &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img3.buzznet.com/assets/users7/bintaro61/default/gallery-1114883392-msg-19622-2.jpg" alt="Last pic" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-111958793049494077?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/111958793049494077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=111958793049494077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111958793049494077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111958793049494077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/06/angkor-wat-2.html' title='Angkor Wat 2'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-111814887143345737</id><published>2005-06-07T18:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T08:29:50.693+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angkor Wat</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img3.buzznet.com/assets/users7/bintaro61/cambodia/gallery-msg-1114409452-2.jpg" alt="Angkor Wat from Inside the West Gate" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9px"&gt;Angkor Wat from Inside the West Gate. This I took myself. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I browsed the net and found that the Cambodian government may introduce special shoes to be worn by tourists visiting Angkor Wat to help conserve the beautiful temple. Suddenly, I realised I still haven't written anything about it here!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so excited to actually set foot at this historic site. One of my dreams had come true! I had two opportunities to admire the magnificent temple: first at night when the whole delegation were invited to a dinner hosted by the Cambodian Government, second was the day trip we took at the end of the forum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tongkat-ali-eurycoma-longifolia-jack.com/cambodiaphotos/31gate-1.jpg" alt="South Gate" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9px"&gt;This is the narrow South Gate. I got this from a website. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before entering the Angkor Complex, our bus had to wait for its turn to pass through the southern gate of Angkor Thom. It's a really narrow gate which only fits for one vehicle each time. Then when we arrived we took a short walk to Bayon Temple. Illuminated by lights, along with ladies dressed as &lt;em&gt;Apsaras&lt;/em&gt; you could just feel the majestic aura. Bayon Temple is said to be the center of the city and was built to represent the Mount Sumeru, the center of the world according to Buddhist cosmology.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://angkorjourney.asievoyage.org/images/bay2429.jpg" alt="Bayon at daytime" /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9px"&gt;Bayon Temple at Daytime. Taken from angkorjourney.asievoyage.org&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-111814887143345737?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/111814887143345737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=111814887143345737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111814887143345737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111814887143345737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/06/angkor-wat.html' title='Angkor Wat'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-111654651795175931</id><published>2005-05-20T06:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T06:52:25.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The most, the greatest, the ugliest, the deadliest......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I got this from an email from a friend....hope it inspires you as much as it did for me. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most destructive habit.....WORRY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest joy......GIVING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest loss.....LOSS OF SELF RESPECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most satisfying work.....HELPING OTHERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugliest personality trait....SELFISHNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most endagered species.....DEDICATED LEADERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest natural resource.....OUR YOUTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest "shot in the arm".......ENCOURAGEMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest problem to overcome ....... FEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most effective sleeping pill......PEACE OF MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most crippling failure disease ...EXCUSES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful force in life....LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most dangerous pariah.... A GOSSIPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's most incredible computer....THE BRAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing to be without....HOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadliest weapon....THE TONGUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two most poser-filled words....."I CAN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest asset....FAITH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most worthless emotion .... SELF PITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful attire ..... SMILE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most prized posession ..... INTEGRITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most powerful channel of communication.....PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most contagious spirit....ENTHUSIASM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD THE ALMIGHTY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-111654651795175931?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/111654651795175931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=111654651795175931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111654651795175931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111654651795175931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/05/most-greatest-ugliest-deadliest.html' title='The most, the greatest, the ugliest, the deadliest......'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-111508684597280669</id><published>2005-05-03T09:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T23:05:46.030+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine intervention</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Like any other Tuesday, my day starts with class at Paramadina University. It starts at 7 am, too early according to some of my students. On some days I agree with them. :)  In order to reach campus on time, I left at around 10 to 6. Unfortunately traffic was real bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While going through traffic, I had set the map to Paramadina in my head, making sure I don't make any wrong turns that would delay me further. After going through the Kebayoran Lama junction I sped through traffic, hoping to still be able to go immediately through Gatot Subroto before 'three-in-one' starts. To my own disbelief, I made a turn, which I would normally take if I wanted to go to Ratu Plaza. When I finally realised that I took the wrong way I started to get angry at myself and thought, "Traffic was bad already, now I've taken the wrong route! How could I be so stupid?! I'm definitely going to be late!! Why is my day starting out so bad?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But suddenly, somehow, I started talking to myself in a different way, "Things happen for a reason, maybe the usual route is even more jammed up than usual. Maybe this way is better." I cooled down a bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Near Hang Lekir, in front of Moestopo and Binus, a motorcycle with two guys were signalling me. I clearly heard them say, "&lt;em&gt; Bannya kempes!&lt;/em&gt; You've got a flat tyre!" They signalled me twice, making sure I got their message. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Jakarta, many robberies occur after one experiences a flat tyre, so my initial instinct was not to pull over right then, but to find a safe place to stop. A good thing Plaza Senayan was nearby so I quickly manuveured to this mall. Only when I had to make a U turn did I feel the flat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was getting my parking ticket I looked at my tyre: it was an absolute flat! If those men on the bike didn't warn me I probably wouldn't have known. Oh well, what can you do....I had to cancel my class.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;During the drive, two cars had given me signals by flashing their lights, but at the time I thought it was because they wanted to pass me or for some other reason. But I must admit that having more than one car do that to me, deep down I felt a bit uneasy about my car. I just didn't know what exactly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The wrong turn turned out to be a divine intervention. I believe God led me to a safer route so I could sort my problem without harm. He protected me. I felt really blessed and grateful. Lesson learned: keep thinking positive and understand that all in life happens as He decides it to be. &lt;em&gt;Segala diatur olehNya, dan yakinlah bahwa tidak ada sesuatu pun yang telah diaturNya yang sia-sia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-111508684597280669?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/111508684597280669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=111508684597280669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111508684597280669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111508684597280669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/05/divine-intervention.html' title='Divine intervention'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-111395591134630950</id><published>2005-04-20T05:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T09:53:27.056+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dari Diary ke Dongeng Pagi.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear diary...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Masih inget gak, jaman dulu waktu aku masih pake seragam putih merah, berkepang dua sering mendengarkan Radio Prambors? Jaman itu di rumah, paling yang didengar Radio Suara Irama Indah pilihan papa mama, atau Radio Prambors pilihan Mas Ardi atau Mbak Udy yang udah ABG saat itu. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dulu itu, ada satu acara namanya 'Diary'. Aku inget banget, acara itu selalu aku dengerin setengah setengah, soalnya aku pasti udah ngantuk. :) Sebenarnya aku pengen bisa dengerin dari awal sampai akhir, soalnya ceritanya seru banget...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dari acara itulah aku mengenal suara Poetri Soehendro. Suara yang kini menjadi sahabat ribuan orang Jakarta pas berangkat pagi hari di FeMale Radio Jakarta. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku gak akan lupa saat pertama bertemu ama mbak Poetri waktu dia mulai siaran lagi di FeMale. Awalnya, di tahun 2000 (kalo gak salah neh hehehe...) aku cuma mendengar kembali suara Poetri di malam hari di Radio FeMale, siaran tandem bareng Rudi. "Wah, suaranya masih kayak dulu ya...hehehe jadi inget waktu SD..." pikirku. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pas ketemu langsung, tau gak apa yang aku pikir? "Gilaaaa, mukanya gak berubah! Nih orang masih cute dan cantik, seperti waktu gue masih SD dulu..." (Yah mungkin karena rajin pake krim malam ya Mbak... yang gak pernah kelupaan dipake meski harus siaran malem dulu hahahaha....)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kalau dulu mbak Poetri terkenal karena Diary, kini dia terkenal dengan dongengnya: Dongeng Pagi bareng Tante Poetri. Dari cuma sekali disiarkan, sampai akhirnya disiarkan dua kali karena banyak anak-anak yang ngambek karena gak sempet denger gara2 udah sampai di sekolah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perhatian dan rasa sayangnya pada anak-anak akhirnya membuat mbak Poetri &lt;em&gt;all out&lt;/em&gt; untuk dongeng dengan menjadi seorang pendongeng beneran. &lt;em&gt;She really loves it ...you can tell...and the children love her so...and all of us, too, love her so...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear diary,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sedihnya...hari ini terakhir kita bisa denger suara mbak Poetri...terakhir denger Dongeng Pagi dengan suaranya yang ceria, yang selalu membuat kita semua tersenyum. Baru aja nih aku denger dia wawancara Titin, dan untuk memotong Titin yang mulai terisak-isak, mbak Poetri bilang: "Kita dengerin yuk dongengku yang terakhir!" Although her tone of voice sounds happy, I sensed a bit of sadness when she spoke again...but that's Poetri, she has always been a good actress!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/bintaro61/aurevoirpoetri/gallery-msg-1113982574-2.jpg" alt="YMC sembab" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto tim YMC yg baru aja selesai siaran terakhir dengan Poetri sbg penyiarnya....mata masih sembab...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Banyak yang nanya: "Kenapa Mil?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya aku juga bingung... karena aku bukan salah satu pihak2 yang terlibat dalam keputusan mbak Poetri gak siaran lagi. Orang bijak kan bilang, "Yang konstan dalam kehidupan hanyalah perubahan." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mungkin udah saatnya Mbak Poetri boleh bangun siang, bisa menikmati hari-hari yang lebih fleksibel dan stress free hehehe...Perjuangan loh bangun pagi-pagi banget, bahkan ayam aja belum bangun kali! ;) Terus siaran, 5 jam berturut-turut pula! Itu perlu dedikasi dan rasa cinta pada pekerjaan yang luar biasa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan kalau ngomong cinta, ya kadang cinta bisa menyakitkan hahaha..ini quote bijak lain yang berlaku juga kali yaa...Bisa sakit karena pengorbanan yang kita lakukan, bisa karena bertepuk sebelah tangan, bisa karena yang kita cintai tidak mau menerima cinta kita lagi...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mbak Poetri itu orang yang luar biasa. Kenapa? Banyaklah ... dia pinter, kreatif, friendly, sangat berbakat, dia tau apa yang dia mau, dia orang yang sangat 'compassionate'...&lt;em&gt;Sometimes people feel uneasy or even intimidated by her upfront ways in expressing what she thinks and feels...but you need someone like her to make life colourful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's an end of an era... :(&lt;/em&gt; tapi aku yakin kita pasti masih akan mendengar nama Poetri Soehendro dalam karya-karyanya yang lain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Mbak Poetri, I wish you all the best...This change won't be easy for most of us who have listened to your voice in the morning for the past 5 years...The following days will be missing an essential ingredient that brightens up our days...&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mudah-mudahan niat loe untuk sekolah lagi tercapai...masalah tes TPA yang agak2 nyebelin yang kemarin harus loe jalanin untuk bisa masuk ...pasti lulussss!!! &lt;em&gt;And I wish you luck on other 'adventures' you'll pursue in the future...Love you &amp;amp; GBU!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bintaro, 20 April 2005.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-111395591134630950?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/111395591134630950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=111395591134630950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111395591134630950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111395591134630950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/04/dari-diary-ke-dongeng-pagi.html' title='Dari Diary ke Dongeng Pagi.....'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-111381427555929253</id><published>2005-04-18T15:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:25:30.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Market in Siem Reap</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When we arrived at our hotel in Siem Reap, City Angkor (or Nokor Kok Thlok in Cambodian), to our surprise we were greeted by a fellow Indonesian. Mr. Sentot Sutrisnadi is the FB/Operation Manager and he was such a great host to us. During our stay he gave the kids extra treats such as omelette or chocolate milk. He even treated us to a wonderful steamboat dinner to celebrate Esti's 17th birthday which was on March 24. (Unfortunately, we totally forgot to take a picture with him...can you believe that!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of dinner, on our first night in Siem Reap, we had to find a place to eat. Pak Sentot, as we called him, suggested us to go to town to find something suitable to the kids' taste. He told us to take a tuk-tuk, which is a motorcycle with a carriage towed at the back. We found out that the US Dollar was accepted in all transactions, aside from the Cambodian real.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We took two tuk-tuks as there were 5 of us. I was with Esti, Kendar was with Amel and Nisa. We were quite shocked during the ride as traffic wasn't really in an orderly manner. Frankly, ever since the drive from the airport to the hotel, I was wondering which side of the road do these people drive on?! You could see tuk tuks, motorcycles, even cars going in the wrong direction at any time. During our ride to the town that night as we were going to make a left turn, my tuk tuk nearly crashed into a motorcycle! But, I thought it was fun..hahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/bintaro61/cambodia/gallery-msg-1112571752-2.jpg" alt="Back from shopping" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esti, Amel and I in our tuk tuk after shopping and a bit of sight seeing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, we ended up at the Old Market (Phsar Chas). There were only a few shops still opened. My dear friend Kendar of course got into shopping mode right away by asking for the best silk they had. Meanwhile the kids and I were interested in smaller things that we could give as souvenirs to our friends and loved ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As it turns out, they really do consider the US dollar like their own currency. I felt like I was in the US, buying beautiful coloured silk scarves for US$1.70. It was weird....Even at the restaurants in town prices were in US dollars!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, that first shop where Kendar bought a whole lot, became like our favourite shop during our stay in Siem Reap. It's shop no. 17 (if I'm not mistaking) at the Old Market. We had several opportunities shopping there as the schedule allowed us for some free time. It was also quite convenient coz it was only a 15 minute ride from the hotel. A quite dusty ride I might add, coz it was the dry season at the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know exactly how much Kendar spent that night but it seemed the amount made the lady shopowner very happy and kept giving 'us', meaning me and the kids, extra stuff. She gave us bracelets, rings, and even better prices on the following days we dropped by. Why I said 'us'? Well, after Kendar and I compared prices on some of the stuff we all bought, it seemed that Kendar didn't really get a bargain compared to what the rest of us got! (Poor Kendar, eh? No wonder the shopowner was happy!) :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Old Market is just like any 'pasar' in Indonesia (if you understand Bahasa Indonesia, notice the word 'Phsar' in the translation of Old Market). You'll find shops selling foodstuff on one end, you know like dried fish, vegetables, etc, and fabrics and other trinkets, including antiques on another side.  The great thing about shopping here is you can bargain. Don't forget to go inside the market and browse the more secluded shops. Although our favourite shop gave pretty good prices, I also found great deals at other shops in the back. It's also because not all shops carry the same merchandise. But I tell you, there are many beautiful coloured silk fabrics, both Cambodian and Thai silks. Some interesting antiques I saw were opium burners and pipes which were very unique in shape and design. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my opinion, if you ever go to Siem Reap and need to go shopping for souvenirs, avoid the big fancy shops. Get 'down and dirty' at the Old Market, or even the little stalls at Angkor, the experience and the bargains you'll get is very satisfying. Of course there are refined merchandises in those shops that you might not find at the market, but still, saving a few bucks in this town really goes a long way!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other pictures of my trip, please go to my &lt;a href="http://bintaro61-cambodia.buzznet.com"&gt;PHOTO ALBUM.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-111381427555929253?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/111381427555929253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=111381427555929253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111381427555929253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111381427555929253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/04/old-market-in-siem-reap.html' title='Old Market in Siem Reap'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-111256914625327468</id><published>2005-04-04T05:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T06:46:23.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ever thought I'd go to Cambodia?</title><content type='html'>"Would you like to become a chaperone &amp; interpreter for children going for a conference to Cambodia? All expenses paid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's the text message I received late February. There were two distinct phrases that stuck in my head: 'Cambodia' and 'expenses paid'. I immediately called up my friend and said, "Hey, I'll clear my schedule!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On March 19 2005, my journey begins. I was chaperone to two young Indonesian delegates, Esti Maryanti Ipaenim (Esti) from Ambon, The Moluccas and Syarifah Amelia (Amel) from Tanjungpandan, Bangka-Belitung, to the Children and Young People's (CYP) Forum "Young People Taking Action for Their Rights" organised by UNICEF, in Siem Reap, Cambodia (21-23 March). This forum is held in conjuction with the 7th East Asia and Pacific Ministerial Consultation (MINCON) on Children which started later but was held on the same week. The results from the Children &amp; Young People's Forum would be submitted to the MINCON to ensure that the voices &amp; concern of CYP would be included.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users7/bintaro61/cambodia/gallery-msg-1113347484-2.jpg" alt="Amel &amp; Esti at CGK" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9px;"&gt;This is Amel &amp; Esti at CGK Airport waiting for our flight to Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's a Children and Young People's Forum? Well, it's a conference where children and young people get together to discuss issues with their peers from the region (in this case East Asia and Pacific) that they all feel are very important for their well being. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I left Jakarta, my expectations would be a formal setting just like any international conference would be. You'd have the formal meeting rooms for deliberations and a plenary hall for plenary sessions. I brought formal conference attire (suits and dress pants) as I thought that was how everybody would be dressed. I ended up wearing my jeans most of the time coz this forum was very informal but I can assure you the outcome of the forum was as serious as any other conference!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The forum was conducted at the City Angkor Hotel where all the delegates of the forum stayed. Most of the time we'd be in the meeting room where the tables have been placed at the edges of the room, enabling an empty center for other activities to be conducted. Most of the fun was done in the center, while the more serious discussion were done at the table. Fun? Yes, it was a blast! Lots of singing, dancing, and games were conducted. "Circle circle circle circle..." was the 'anthem' of the forum created by the facilitators (Lakan, Ariel, Makara &amp; Jayaram). The objective of having these fun activities were to keep the young delegates in high spirits and also as a chance for each country to introduce a bit of their culture to the delegates from other countries.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The forum wouldn't be a success without the delegates. I must say: "Hats off to all of you!!!" These kids were absolutely brilliant!! They're very intelligent, very smart...I was surprised many times of how these kids had really deep, serious thoughts on education, HIV/AIDS, employment, child participation and media/culture change. Those are only 5 subjects that they decided to focus on that they agreed was felt in all of the countries. Before they decedid on those five, other subjects included children's welfare in conflict/disaster areas, child militants, child traficking...subjects that I didn't think they would come up with!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The adults in the whole process were only there to help. Me for instance gave interpretation whenever needed. The facilitators who were very very dynamic (and loved by the kids) simply helped organised the delegates thoughts. We were not allowed to influence the delegates thoughts in any way. All the work was done by these brilliant young delegates....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's so much to tell about my trip, so I'll break them up in several articles. If you want to see pictures, drop by to my online &lt;a href="http://bintaro61-cambodia.buzznet.com/"&gt;PHOTO ALBUM&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-111256914625327468?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/111256914625327468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=111256914625327468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111256914625327468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111256914625327468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/04/who-ever-thought-id-go-to-cambodia.html' title='Who ever thought I&apos;d go to Cambodia?'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-111381783351605254</id><published>2005-03-30T06:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:47:22.150+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Out with Clay Aiken</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“Wow, Clay’s in Aceh as a Unicef Ambassador from the US. Would he be coming by Jakarta?” I wondered as I looked at Clay’s pics in the Kompas Daily weekend edition 12-14 March 2005 (I forgot the exact date). As a radio DJ I automatically pondered on finding a way to meet this particular Unicef Ambassador, whom most know as an American Idol finalist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I immediately sent a text message to a friend who works in UNICEF. “Hey, say hi to Clay. Is he coming to Jakarta?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, there’s a Press Conference on Thursday in Jakarta. I’ll give you an invitation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’d prefer an interview..hahaha”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I instantly forwarded the information regarding Clay coming to Jakarta to my beloved FeMale High Noon producer, Lili. I gave Lili my friend’s number so she could pursue an interview with him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really late Wednesday night, 15 March, at the hours when I’m usually fast asleep, around 11 pm, I was awakened by the sound of my handphone. I looked at the screen, it was a ‘private number’. I thought it was a joke so I ignored it. But then it rang again, this time it was from Lili. She just received confirmation regarding the interview with Clay. “We got an exclusive radio interview, but it’s tomorrow morning, 9.45, can you make it?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It’s a bit too close to my on-air shift..but I have to make it…it’s an interview with Clay…anyway I was the one who asked you to pursue it, dear..”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Great!“ Lili replied happily, “Ella tried to contact you as well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Oops…it turns out Ella Su’ud, FeMale’s Programme Director aka my boss, was the one who called with the private number..oh well…my apologies…)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, on 17 March 2005. Lili, Andre (production engineer who does the recording during the interview) and myself left Ratu Plaza at around 9 am. As soon as we arrived at Le Meridien Hotel where Clay stayed, we gave a call to let the organisers know we were there, but it turned out Clay was still asleep! So we were asked to wait for a bit, coz he wanted to take a shower first...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We finally met with Clay in room 740 at around 10 past. That happened after I intentionally separated from Lili and Andre to go Clay’s room since many of his young teeny fans were wandering around the hotel hahaha….the code was ‘weeds wandering about’….so the Idol’s room wouldn’t be revealed.&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we met, his face still looked like he just woke up although it was clear he had taken a shower. Hahaha…this is the first time ever I had done an interview having to wake the interviewee up!&lt;br /&gt;His face was rough coz he hadn’t shaved. He was wearing a green coloured striped shirt, and you know what, his eyes, are as green as his shirt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We immediately started the interview which went well. I did blank out for a moment…..but all in all it was a good short interview coz we were only given 15 minutes. Clay clearly showed that he had huge concern for children and education. He definitely fits as a Unicef Ambassador for Education from the US.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="&lt;br /&gt;http://images.buzznet.com/assets/users6/bintaro61/clayaiken/gallery-msg-1112530893-2.jpg" alt="Clay&amp;Me" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, I wasn’t much of Clay fan, although I do like his music and his voice (a voice that powerful didn’t quite match his nerdy looks hahaha). But after meeting with him face to face and having a chance to speak to him, I can say I'm a new fan. Why? He's got substance, he has real deep concerns on education. He's a great person indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Regarding the interview itself, maybe next time. For now you can enjoy pics of Clay and me. If you want to see the pictures taken during the interview, please go to &lt;a href="http://bintaro61.buzznet.com"&gt;http://bintaro61.buzznet.com&lt;/a&gt; and click the gallery 'Hanging out with Clay'. (There’s an article in Indonesian on the interview at this link: &lt;a href="http://jakarta.femaleradio.com/content/view/1603/"&gt;'Clay Aiken: Kagum Akan Kedewasaan Anak-Anak Aceh'.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-111381783351605254?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/111381783351605254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=111381783351605254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111381783351605254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/111381783351605254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/03/hanging-out-with-clay-aiken.html' title='Hanging Out with Clay Aiken'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-110839059196332850</id><published>2005-02-14T20:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:16:31.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erik Weihenmayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://climb.mountainzone.com/2002/story/weihenmayer/photos/icefall.jpg&lt;br /&gt;" alt="Erik climbing Mt. EverestExample" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I first found out about this man on a short program on Hallmark channel. As it turns out, he had already been featured on Time Magazine for a cover story, as he indeed is a remarkable human being. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This man is a skydiver, a skier, rock climber...you name it! What's amazing, he's blind. He's the first blind man to reach the top of the world. Literally. He climbed Mount Everest all the way to the top and has climbed all 7 summits in the world. I salute him because as a person blessed with all senses, I haven't even dared to dream the accomplishment Erik has achieved. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the sports he's done are considered as a very 'sighted' sports. You would have to see where you're going. Erik amazingly scaled mountains with extra care and invented specific techniques which he mastered so he can &lt;a href='http://www.touchthetop.com'&gt;'Touch The Top'&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said that "People's expectations become barriers." This means, in his case put simply, a blind man can't climb mountains. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think those words are very powerful. How often do we second guess ourselves due to the expectations already set by our environment: our families, friends, or the community where we live, or even stereotypes and assumptions that we either conciously or subconciously believe in. They become our 'barriers' in pursuing the full potential we actually have. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Others say, "It's all in the mind." I would add, "and believing in yourself as no path is impossible if you try."&lt;/p&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-110839059196332850?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/110839059196332850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=110839059196332850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110839059196332850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110839059196332850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/02/erik-weihenmayer.html' title='Erik Weihenmayer'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-110735821906480916</id><published>2005-02-02T22:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:33:50.726+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripe is good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I can't believe it. The day came. The day I actually found a wrinkle on my face. It's a smile line. Oh dear...didn't think it would happen so soon, but I guess it's a fact of life. I have never fussed much about my looks, or how my facial complexion is. People who know me in real life knows this as I hardly have been acne free ever in my life. (Yes, even at this age!!) On the other hand, this wrinkle thing shouldn't be a big fuss because I did hit the big 3-0 two years ago. But still... :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was approaching the big 3-0, I mentally prepared myself for it. One of the things I did was ask my more mature friends to give me their wisdom like what would they have done differently in their 30s. Along with some observations, I came to my own conclusion about it: age are only numbers...it's what's in your heart that define how old you really are. And in the mind as well. It's nothing new, I know, but this time I really felt I understood what it meant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A while ago I went to Jakarta's foremost amusement park. It has been quite sometime since my last visit there. I have always been a roller coaster freak, but since hitting 3-0, I was questioning myself if I still had the stomach for it. Guess what? The roller coaster was just like any other time. But I surprised myself with a new ride, Kicir-Kicir which was exhilirating! Wowie...never had so much fun on a ride before... What a rush!! I still do have the stomach for some adrenaline in my body hahaha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then more convictions came to me as to why I shouldn't embrace my life. A talk on the phone with one of my listeners who was in her mid 30s struck a chord when she said, "...at this ripe age of mine.." Yes, ripe...ripe is good! I've been saying that I'd love to find a man who would look even more good looking as he ages. Can't help but admire how more gorgeous and more appealing Sting, Robert Downey Jr, Bono, Rob Lowe, Mel Gibson and also a few of my friends have become over the years. I'm just hoping I'm 'ripening' the same way and gaining the same kind of admiration. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The more I live this new decade in my life, the more I wondered why I was so worried about it. I've never felt so free and alive! Something I thank God for everyday...So bring it on!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-110735821906480916?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/110735821906480916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=110735821906480916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110735821906480916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110735821906480916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/02/ripe-is-good.html' title='Ripe is good!'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-110570514387618168</id><published>2005-01-14T19:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T19:19:03.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadi repot gara-gara hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Jalan-jalan sama Fany, sudah pasti dia akan mampir ke setiap toko yang menjual tas. Dari handbag sampai travel bag, tidak pernah luput dari matanya. Teman saya yang satu ini memang hobby koleksi tas, dari yang bermerek sampai yang harganya cuma 40 ribu rupiah yang dia beli di emperan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Bagi gue, yang penting modelnya lucu dan unik, bukan masalah harga,” begitu penjelasan Fany mengenai hobinya. Iseng-iseng saya tanya, “Suami elo nggak keberatan dengan hobby elo?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fany bilang, “Dulu iya. Waktu itu jamannya kita masih di PMI alias Pondok Mertua Indah. Suami negur, katanya gue ngabisin tempat dengan koleksi tas gue. Sementara, ya tahu sendiri, ruangan buat kita berdua ya cuma di kamar tidur. Ya udah…gue ngalah. Sebagian koleksi gue simpen di rumah ortu gue. Tapi sekarang, nggak ada alasan buat dia ngomel. Kan udah di rumah sendiri, jadi gue sediain tuh satu lemari khusus buat tas-tas gue. Cuma....” Mendadak Fany mukanya jadi tersipu. "Gue harus bikin lemari lagi nih, karena lemari yang ada udah mulai penuh!" Nah lo! Gue cuma kebayang kalau dia terus-terusan beli tas...bisa-bisa ada satu kamar khusus untuk tas milik Fany doang. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sementara Noni justru menjadi gemes karena hobi suaminya. Karena mengikuti saran seorang teman sekantornya, Fakih, suami Noni, mencoba sebuah hobi baru, yaitu memelihara ikan di akuarium. “Katanya sih buat ngilangin stress,” ujar Noni. Jadilah Fakih memulai hobi barunya dengan membeli sebuah akuarium sedang, lengkap dengan ikan-ikan hiasnya. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Tadinya sih seneng ya ada pemandangan baru di rumah. Kalau bengong bisa ngeliatin ikan-ikan kecil itu berenang ke sana ke mari. Tapi, lama kelamaan bukannya ngilangin stress tapi malah bikin stress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lho kenapa, Non?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sebab, Fakih lama kelamaan nggak sempet tuh ngerawat akuariumnya. Yang ada gue lah yang bersi-in karena gue yang lebih sering di rumah…sebel kan??"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-110570514387618168?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/110570514387618168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=110570514387618168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110570514387618168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110570514387618168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/01/jadi-repot-gara-gara-hobby.html' title='Jadi repot gara-gara hobby'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-110467533574681318</id><published>2005-01-02T21:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T20:56:17.976+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A catatsrophe needed by the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do you believe the world can become one and set aside differences? Is your answer a  definite 'no', a 'maybe' or a  confident 'yes'?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Frankly, I used to be one of those who would answer 'no'. Being a pesimist when it comes to world politics, I just couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel. Come on! The world has been divided on the issue of terrorism, the war in Iraq, the Middle East conflict, nuclear weapons etc. Don't forget the conflicts in some African countries. If I may say, the world looked like kindergarten kids fighting over toys but on a much larger scale, of course. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; The earthquake &amp; tsunami on boxing day turned out to be my turning point. Being an Indonesian, it was natural for me to feel like my heart was torn into pieces due to the sight of the the destruction in Aceh caused by the earthquake and tsunami. I couldn't even start to think of the despair and the fright of my fellow Indonesians in Aceh. I cried for their loss, cried for their pain, cried for their unfortunate circumstances. The first thing that came across my mind, "I have to help them...in any way possible..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was not alone. After the news broke out, after the pictures of the unprecedented destruction was shown on almost every TV screen in the world, an unparallel wave of sympathy started pouring in. Help came from countries located so far from us. Moments of silence held to remember the victims. Flags flown at half mast. Distinguished personalities giving funds to help the victims. Concerts, telethons, fund raising marathons held all over the world, just to help the victims of this catatstrophe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Absolutely amazing and very touching! The 'kindergarten kids' have learned compassion. All of a sudden, the world became one. Everyone pitching in to help in whatever way they can. For a while, the differences depicted in world news seemed to have faded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now, my answer to the question above is a 'yes'. Unfortunately, it's not a confident 'yes' but at least with a hopeful tone. Why? We can't deny that the unification happened only during a catastrophe. I think the catastrophe, as all of Allah The Almighty's doing, was timely. I believe that we all needed to be reminded of how the same we all are: no matter where we live, no matter what faith or religion we believe in, no matter what race we are. We're humans who share the same values of humanity. Maybe we've forgotten about this so much that He needed to give us a big bonk on the head with such a massive event so we would unite. My hope, each and everyone of us who was touched by this historical natural disaster in any way, will become better people in the coming time, so that it won't be necessary for anymore harsh reminders from Him....Insya Allah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-110467533574681318?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/110467533574681318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=110467533574681318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110467533574681318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110467533574681318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2005/01/catatsrophe-needed-by-world.html' title='A catatsrophe needed by the world'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-110411129478097704</id><published>2004-12-26T20:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T08:59:48.566+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kutundukkan kepala</title><content type='html'>Mata membelalak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu terasa panas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airmata mulai menetes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati bercampur pilu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam sekejap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senyuman dan canda berganti teriakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teriakan berganti tangisan getir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak memahami sesungguhnya besarnya bencana yang ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seumur hidupku belum pernah kulihat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KuasaMu yang begitu dahsyat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menghantam daerah yang begitu luas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mempengaruhi ribuan orang yang tak menduga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih Kau hindarkan kami yang disini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari malapetaka itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, tak pantaslah kami tersenyum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbangga diri lepas dari azabMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh Allah, Kau Yang Maha Kuasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KuasaMu tiada tertandingi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh kami hanya mahluk-mahluk kecil dan hina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MilikMu, Ya Allah, yang tak berdaya tanpa izinMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kutundukkan kepala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengucap tasbih dan memohon ampun tanpa henti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atas salah diri maupun umat manusia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang sering membuatMu murka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izinkanlah Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena Kau menghindari kami dari malapetaka itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menjadikan kami orang-orang yang merasakan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam setiap sudut diri kami akan kebesaranMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadikanlah kami, Ya Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UmatMu yang berbuat dan menyebarkan kebaikan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang juga senantiasa mampu membaca hikmah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari segala peristiwa yang Kau gariskan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bencana gempa dan tsunami yang baru terjadi sungguh bukti betapa kecil dan tidak berdayanya manusia. Semoga mereka yang tertimpa bencana ini tabah, bagi mereka yang tewas diampuni dosa-dosaNya, dan bagi kita yang luput, dapat membantu sebisa kita, minimal dengan do'a. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-110411129478097704?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/110411129478097704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=110411129478097704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110411129478097704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110411129478097704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/12/kutundukkan-kepala.html' title='Kutundukkan kepala'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-110301086520105205</id><published>2004-12-14T14:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T15:21:01.956+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Munir mengenai cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; Kutipan percakapan ini saya dapat melalui seorang teman di Friendster. Percakapan ini mengena sekali ke saya, karena saya pun pernah merasakan kegelisahan antara meneruskan sekolah dan harapan untuk segera menikah, karena seringnya saya mendengar kata-kata "Sekolah mulu, kapan kawin?" dan juga perjalanan saya mencari tempat melabuhkan hati. :D Yah, jadi merenung gitu...hehehe. Saya tidak mengenal Rani, tapi berharap dia pun tidak berkeberatan jika saya mengutip tulisannya ini. Menurut tulisan asli, percakapan ini terjadi tanggal 17 November 2001. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mau ambil master ? dimana ? dan bidang apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan master.. hanya short course enam bulan...studi asia pasific&lt;br /&gt;gitu di east west center Uni of hawaii &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah boleh juga itu. Tapi lebih mantap kalau berupaya ambil master.&lt;br /&gt;Mumpung masih muda. Muda ngak pernah datang dua kali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya nih insya allah juga, short course ini selesai tepat sebelon fall&lt;br /&gt;2002, mungkin bisa langsung (kalo bisa ya beasiswa)waaaaaa kapan&lt;br /&gt;kawinnya nih sekolah mulu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kawin itu bukan cita-cita, tapi sesuatu yang datang sendiri dan nggak&lt;br /&gt;bisa dihindari. Dia bagian tertua dari peradapan, ia bagian dari&lt;br /&gt;seni, dan biarlah dia datang menurut alurnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi sekolah dan kawin itu bukan dua rencana berbeda, tapi kawin&lt;br /&gt;sendiri udah integrated sebagai alur hidup yang gak usah terlalu di-&lt;br /&gt;ngoyo-in tapi juga gak dihindari? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iya dong, sekolah itu sesuatu yang ada dalam perencanaan bagi ujud&lt;br /&gt;diri sebagai manusia dalam peradapan. Pendidikan adalah upaya&lt;br /&gt;membangun peradapan. Ia harus direncanakan dan diperjuangkan. Soal&lt;br /&gt;kawin lain lagi, dia ada dalam realitas yang berbeda. Dia datang&lt;br /&gt;ketika cinta dan kontraktual untuk bersama ditemukan. Jadi ia akan&lt;br /&gt;datang sendiri dan kita temukan dimana dunia peradapan yang terencana&lt;br /&gt;itu dijalankan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munir: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata-kata Gandi tentang cinta : "kalau orang Mesir berhasil menulis&lt;br /&gt;lewat huruf hiroglif, maka cinta akan menulis dalam pilihan ruang&lt;br /&gt;kebenaran yang tidak terjamah". Nah jadi cinta dan perkawinan itu&lt;br /&gt;bukan soal fisik (jamah) tapi kebenaran dalam kejujuran menemukan&lt;br /&gt;kesesuaian. Ok jangan berdoa untuk dapat jodoh, tapi berdoalah untuk&lt;br /&gt;kebenaran. Karena disitu cinta akan ditemukan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munir: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya pernah jatuh cinta pada seorang gadis yang secara rasional nggak&lt;br /&gt;mungkin saya dapat bertemu dia, karena kami hidup dalam latar&lt;br /&gt;belakang yang sama sekali berbeda. Kini dia jadi istri tercinta, dan&lt;br /&gt;dia adalah kekuatan bagi kehidupan saya yang jauh lebih kuat&lt;br /&gt;dibanding jatuh bangun saya untuk belajar ilmu pengetahuan atau&lt;br /&gt;lainnya. Cinta itu hebat, bahkan lebih hebat dari dunia perkawinan&lt;br /&gt;itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doa adalah bagian penuturan cinta pada sebuah cita-cita yang belum&lt;br /&gt;kita capai. Dia bukan urusan Tuhan, tapi urusan manusia. Dan Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;ada pada berapa besar rasa cinta kita akan kebenaran itu. Nah&lt;br /&gt;berdoalah dengan cinta, tapi jangan berdoa untuk cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana cinta bisa mengalahkan rasionalitas? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta itu dalam dirinya mengandung sebagian kecil rasionalitas, tapi&lt;br /&gt;penuh dengan benih rasa yang tidak perlu dihitung secara matematik&lt;br /&gt;mengapa dia ada. Meskipun cinta kadang harus diterima secara&lt;br /&gt;rasional, kapan ya kita lihat nanti dalam kehidupan individual kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munir: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kultur tua manusia, ada semacam budaya manipulatif yang&lt;br /&gt;meniadakan cinta. Lebih saja cerita siti nurbaya atau Gadis pantai,&lt;br /&gt;atau dalam novel pengakuan pariyem. Dalam dunia itu, seolah cinta&lt;br /&gt;dibatasi kelas sosial, agama, ras, etnis dst. Itulah manipulasi yang&lt;br /&gt;saya maksud dari kalimat umum tentang memilih cinta dengan&lt;br /&gt;rasionalitas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munir: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasionalitas umum tentang cinta, seolah harus dipenjara oleh ukuran&lt;br /&gt;ideal tentang perkawinan. Idealitas itu sering terkait dengan ukuran&lt;br /&gt;fisik (positifis), mungkin ekonomi, kemapanan, ketaatan agama dst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-110301086520105205?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/110301086520105205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=110301086520105205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110301086520105205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110301086520105205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/12/munir-mengenai-cinta.html' title='Munir mengenai cinta'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-110231067498162300</id><published>2004-12-12T07:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T07:00:12.516+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;5 cewek ngumpul  karena dah lama gak ketemu, pasti seru...Update tentang keadaan masing-masing, ngerumpiin mereka-mereka yang gak hadir...sip lah pokoknya! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melihat teman-teman perempuan saya ini, gak tau kenapa tiba-tiba iseng pengen nanya, "Dulu, apakah loe kebayang diri loe akan berada dimana loe ada sekarang?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sempet pada diam, dan jawabannya macem-macem. Ada yang bilang, "Ya, soalnya gue memang kebayang dari dulu gak kerja full time, tapi jadi freelancer kayak sekarang ini." Ada juga, "Gak tuh, dulu mana kebayang jadi kerja begini.." Atau, "Hampir mirip, cuma bidangnya aja jadi beda." Lalu, ada yang menambahkan bahwa apa yang dia lakukan sekarang dalam rangka mengumpulkan ilmu untuk mewujudkan cita-citanya jadi pengusaha. Kalau jawaban saya, "Cita-cita sih jadi lawyer dengan kantor yang apik dan lifestyle yang mapan, kayak di film-film Law &amp; Order atau The Practice, tapi ternyata yang gue jalanin sekarang (jadi dosen, penyiar, freelancer) is just fine as well." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beberapa hari berselang, saya menonton talkshow Oprah. Topiknya adalah mengenai cara mencari apa yang seharusnya kita lakukan, karena setiap manusia punya 'purpose' di dunia ini, bahwa kita masing-masing digariskan untuk memiliki suatu peranan tertentu untuk kehidupan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Salah satunya adalah cerita tentang seorang pria (saya lupa namanya) yang merupakan generasi kedua dari imigran asal Cina di Amerika. Ayahnya melalui perjuangan yang luar biasa, berhasil menjadi seorang dokter yang sukses dan terpandang. Harapannya, anaknya pun akan menjadi seorang dokter. Setelah sekolah di berbagai sekolah kenamaan, sang pria ini merasa bahwa bukan kedokteranlah tempat untuk dirinya, tapi justru dia ingin menjadi seorang guru. Sebuah profesi yang menurut saya tidak kalah mulianya, namun barangkali di mata sang ayah, profesi ini tidak seprestise dokter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akhirnya, dengan harus menghadapi sikap ayah yang memusuhinya, dia meninggalkan keluarga dan merintis usahanya menjadi seorang guru. Dia bahkan sempat hidup dengan bantuan 'welfare'. Namun, akhirnya dia mendapatkan pekerjaan yang dia inginkan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ada beberapa kisah lainnya yang serupa. Mungkin benang merah dari semua adalah betapa mereka terlihat puas dengan apa yang mereka kerjakan. Kepuasan tersebut tidaklah diukur dari materi, tapi lebih pada kepuasan batin yang mereka rasakan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya tersenyum. Merasakan ada kedamaian. Lebih dari setahun terakhir saya bergulat dengan pertanyaan yang serupa. Yah, dari dulu harapan kan setelah lulus sekolah, bakal punya kerjaan yang mapan. Tapi, sejak saya justru meninggalkan status kemapanan tadi alias tidak lagi memiliki pekerjaan tetap, kebahagiaan dan kepuasan batin justru lebih terasa. Tadinya sempat takut juga sih dari segi materi tidak akan mencukupi. Tapi, alhamdulillah, HE PROVIDES ME EVERYTHING...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pertanyaan saya untuk diri saya sekarang: "Kalau ada pekerjaan tetap yang prospektif, mau gak yah?" Hehehe.....mungkin jawabannya sekarang bukan hanya dengan didasarkan pada imbalan materinya aja yah, tapi sekarang juga harus diperhitungkan kepuasan batin yang mungkin dicapai di pekerjaan tersebut....iya gak??  :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-110231067498162300?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/110231067498162300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=110231067498162300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110231067498162300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110231067498162300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/12/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day...'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-110116939038318418</id><published>2004-11-23T06:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T08:16:28.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aneh jadi biasa, yang biasa....malah luar biasa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Beberapa hari yang lalu, iseng-iseng saya nonton Ripley's Believe It or Not. Mungkin karena saking seringnya ngeliat yang aneh-aneh di acara ini, saya jadi merasa kok lama-lama yang aneh malah jadi biasa-biasa aja yah? Misalnya pernah saya lihat ada orang yang mentato dirinya dari ujung kaki sampai kepala supaya bisa menjadi macan tutul. Atau yang orang Indian yang percaya dia reinkarnasi seorang singa, jadi selain tato, dia juga operasi plastik mulai dari bentuk hidung, telinga sampai gigi disesuaikan supaya perciiiis seperti singa, gak ketinggalan dia pasang 'implant' kumis kucing segala...ck ck ck....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yang justru menarik kemarin adalah segmen yang mungkin 'biasa-biasa' saja dibanding kelakuan-kelakuan yang tadi saya ceritakan. Ada seorang wanita Amerika bernama Adriana. Karena cacat fisik yang dideritanya, Adriana ini dari kecil sudah yatim piatu. Kedua belah tangannya tumbuh langsung dari pundak, alias dia tidak punya lengan. Untungnya kedua tangan dan jari-jarinya dapat berfungsi normal, bisa digerakkan, bisa merasa, namun tentunya dengan keterbatasan. Selain itu, kakinya pun juga tumbuh kurang sempurna. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adriana bercerita bahwa pernah ada anak kecil yang bertanya mengenai keadaan fisiknya. Jawaban Adriana, &lt;em&gt;"God sometimes create special people. I'm one of them."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adriana punya sikap hidup yang oke banget. Menyadari kekurangannya, dia justru sekolah komputer dan disinilah dia ketemu sama suaminya. Pokoknya dia punya sikap, meski kondisinya tidak seperti orang kebanyakan, tidak berarti dia tidak bisa seperti orang lain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mau tahu motto dia? Kira-kira seperti ini, &lt;em&gt;"I don't believe in the word CAN'T. Change CAN'T into a positive!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So simple, yet so powerful...&lt;/em&gt; Weleh-weleh...kayaknya penting banget nih inget sama Adriana kalau rasa putus asa datang...Jadi malu euy! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-110116939038318418?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/110116939038318418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=110116939038318418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110116939038318418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110116939038318418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/11/aneh-jadi-biasa-yang-biasamalah-luar.html' title='Aneh jadi biasa, yang biasa....malah luar biasa!!'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-110034945069722796</id><published>2004-11-13T19:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T20:00:07.870+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jelang hari nan fitri</title><content type='html'>Ramadhan nan suci telah pergi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terdengar sahut-sahutan suara takbir &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tanda Idul Fitri telah hadir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati penuh haru, berpisah dari bulan penuh rahmah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak doa dipanjatkan, banyak hikmah direnungkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga diizinkan bertemu lagi tahun yang akan datang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada insan yang luput dari salah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang sengaja maupun tidak &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohon dibukakan pintu maaf nan ikhlas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mari bersihkan hati &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbagi kasih, menjalin silaturahmi &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mensyukuri rahmat tak terhingga dari Sang Ilahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Idul Fitri 1425 H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taqabalallahu Minna wa Minkum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaf lahir dan bathin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kita semua menjadi insan yang semakin taqwa kepada Al Hafiiz. Aamiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&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/7686352-110034945069722796?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/110034945069722796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=110034945069722796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110034945069722796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110034945069722796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/11/jelang-hari-nan-fitri.html' title='Jelang hari nan fitri'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-110003536681368296</id><published>2004-11-10T03:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T04:25:27.233+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakap</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lagi-lagi si Aa...(taela..manggilnya pake 'si' kayak kenal yah :D). Semalam melihat ceramah Aa Gym live dari Bandung sungguh saya tergelitik. Memang ya, banyak masalah yang kita hadapi, baik secara pribadi maupun sebagai bangsa, yang penyebabnya sebenarnya karena kita kurang mengasah diri. Kalau tidak salah, judul ceramah semalam singkat dan jitu: CAKAP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kata Aa, kita tuh harus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Cakap bercita-cita, supaya kita termotivasi untuk maju. Kalau gak punya cita-cita, apa yang akan mendorong kita meraih sesuatu yang lebih baik dari yang kita miliki saat ini?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cakap berencana/berstrategi, ya kalau gak gimana mau meraih cita-cita? Aa memberi contoh, mau masak telur aja ada strateginya. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cakap menggali potensi, yang kemarin dikaitkan bahwa setiap manusia diciptakan oleh Allah dengan potensi, galilah dan gunakan untuk membangun diri. Sehingga gak ada tuh alasan 'Tapi kan saya gak pintar...tapi kan saya gak bisa...' dll. Kita masing-masing punya potensi manfaat yang bisa diberikan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cakap bersinergi, melalui penggalian informasi atau ilmu. Aa kemarin memberi contoh yang, kalau meminjam istilahnya Oprah: 'light bulb moment' buat saya. Betapa sering, misalnya kita ke sebuah warung yang barangkali jelek dari wujudnya. Aa bilang kira-kira begini, "Coba, ketimbang kita diam sambil membatin 'Ih jelek amat tempat ini!' kan lebih baik kita ajak ngobrol si pemiliknya: 'Berapa pak sewanya disini pak? Penghasilan sehari berapa?' Kita justru akhirnya mendapat ilmu yang berguna!" dan dari ilmu kita bisa berpikir untuk sinergi yang baik. Subhanallah....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cakap memotivasi, yang Aa kaitkan dengan masalah kepemimpinan. Menjadi pemimpin tidak sekedar memiliki posisi, tapi mampu membuat orang lain melakukan yang baik. Salah satu cara adalah melalui keteladanan yang tentunya akan memotivasi pengikutnya. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kalau memang ada CAKAP yang lain, maaf...mungkin terlewat karena saya langsung mempraktekkan salah satu kecakapan pribadi saya yaitu...tidur! Maklum kekenyangan pas buka...Oops....:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-110003536681368296?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/110003536681368296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=110003536681368296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110003536681368296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/110003536681368296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/11/cakap.html' title='Cakap'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109997546886937547</id><published>2004-11-09T10:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T11:55:47.856+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How often do our fears come true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Another inspiration from a song. I've always loved this song mostly for it's lyrics and because of it, I once gathered the courage and took the risk to change a great friendship to a romantic relationship.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although the lyrics are quite specific on love, but the phrase 'throw your fears to the wind' can relate to many things in life. Just ask yourself, how often do our fears actually become true? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throw Your Fears to The Wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bernard Oattes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've sang it for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your solitary song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw the chance slip through your fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold light of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love has gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the nights you never knew that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love tried to find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just one step behind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So turn around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we got to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take tonight before it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll open my heart for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let your love go free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we got to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby throw your fears to the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby throw your fears to the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's time for scars to heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look behind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And straight into the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know your dreams cannot be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love hides &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spins you around in circles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time don't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away&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/7686352-109997546886937547?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109997546886937547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109997546886937547' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109997546886937547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109997546886937547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/11/how-often-do-our-fears-come-true.html' title='How often do our fears come true?'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109986929326078708</id><published>2004-11-08T06:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T07:03:04.393+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tekor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Menjelang akhir bulan puasa, lebih tepatnya ketika THR dan gaji keluar, mendadak muncul pedagang musiman di kantor-kantor. Ceritanya mau meraup untung dari daya beli yang meningkat karena adanya &lt;em&gt;double income&lt;/em&gt; dalam sebulan. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yang jualan mulai dari karyawan biasa hingga bos-bos. Ada yang jualan kue kering, misalnya. Selain macam-macam jenis kuenya, cara jualannya pun macam-macam. Ada yang sudah menyiapkan sampel dalam bungkus-bungkus kecil, ada yang memberikan foto-fotonya saja. Ada juga yang jualan perlengkapan lebaran, mulai dari mukena sampai baju muslim. Kalau untuk baju, pembayaran kadang bisa dilakukan lebih dari 1 kali alias kredit. Makanya, gak heran kalau kadang di satu kantor bisa terjadi persaingan terselubung antara para pedagang musiman ini. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ada juga yang gak niat jualan musiman, eh jadi kecebur jualan. Pita misalnya. Sebenarnya dia memang punya bisnis kue. Tapi karena kesibukan lain, untuk sementara bisnis ini dipending dulu. Namun, ketika dia ulang tahun, yang jatuhnya pas bulan puasa, Pita membawakan rekan-rekan kantornya kue kering yang dibagi-bagikan dalam bungkusan kecil-kecil. Maksud Pita sih cuma buat rame-rame dalam rangka ultah, tapi akhirnya, karena banyak yang suka, mau gak mau akhirnya terima order untuk Lebaran juga. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Didi juga seperti itu. Meski beberapa tahun lalu dia sempat semangat jualan kue kering yang digeluti bersama kakaknya, tahun ini dia tidak berniat untuk melakukannya lagi. Hal ini lebih karena kakaknya kapok akibat order yang melebihi kapasitas produksi. Mau gak mau jadi lembur deh, soalnya waktu itu tenaga produksi cuma ada dua: sang kakak dan satu orang pembantu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Namun, tahun ini seorang ipar Didi memintanya menawarkan baju-baju dagangannya teman-temannya. Dengan niat membantu, Didi membawa baju-baju tersebut. Awalnya Didi tidak terlalu optimistis, meski dia yakin akan ada yang terjual. Ternyata, lumayan laku juga dagangannya, bahkan ada yang menanyakan "Ada stok warna lainnya lagi gak?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tapi kan awal jualan untuk mencari untung, nah tercapai gak sih? Barangkali jawaban Didi bisa mewakili kebanyakan pedagang musiman ini. Dia bilang, "Untung sih alhamdulillah pasti ada, cuma akhirnya ya tekor juga!" Loh kok? "Habis, gue juga jadi beli dagangan temen-temen yang lainnya...." :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109986929326078708?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109986929326078708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109986929326078708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109986929326078708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109986929326078708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/11/tekor.html' title='Tekor'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109905597543147433</id><published>2004-10-29T19:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T20:32:27.033+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You just never know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My handphone beeped indicating a message from someone just came in. The message was quite a shock: an old acquaintance of mine from law school, passed away due to a stroke! &lt;em&gt;Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi roji'un.&lt;/em&gt; Trisnayanda, class of 88. He must be no older than 36-37 years old...May he rest in peace...Aamiin! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When it comes to death, most of us feel that it's probably still a long way ahead of us. We all know we'll die sometime, but the general assumption would be when we're really, really old. Not during the 'prime years' of our life, right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what if it happened earlier than you expected? How would you feel? &lt;em&gt;(Okay, okay, you're dead, you probably can't feel anything anymore but just try to imagine it...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you feel robbed of time you can spend with the people you care so much? Would you feel that you haven't fully accomplished what you could have done? Would you feel that you shouldn't have put off so many things when you had the time? It could be anything...and most likely everybody would have their own thoughts on the matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I probably would feel something like that if I was summoned back to the Almighty right now. I figure that maybe then it's best to celebrate the life He has given, savouring every second of it, the best way we can. Filling it with things that matter to you most. Share and show your affection to those you care so dearly,  so when the time comes, you can feel content that they know how you feel. Do things that you've always wanted to do: experience new things, places, people, helping others...Pursue your dreams and don't limit yourself...Don't waste any time by being bitter or passive... Live it to the max! &lt;em&gt;(in a good, undestructive way, of course! :D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coz...you just never know when your time is up...and when it comes, at least you know you've celebrated life as much as possible. Coz when the time comes...it's best not to have any regrets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109905597543147433?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109905597543147433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109905597543147433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109905597543147433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109905597543147433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-just-never-know.html' title='You just never know...'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109892597890678548</id><published>2004-10-28T08:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T04:21:38.006+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suatu perjalanan...bukan tujuan....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“Wah ini dia! Artikel ‘Kiat Supaya Cepat Dilamar Pacar!” begitu komentar Nana ketika membaca sebuah majalah wanita. Vinny yang lagi ada disampingnya tertawa, “Ha ha ha...ngebet amat sih mau nikah!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Iya dong Vin, umur kan nggak tambah muda. Belum lagi gue udah pacaran ama Denny 5 tahun...cuma ya itu tadi, dia belum ngelamar2 gue! Nyerempet2 aja juga belum!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vinny jadi makin iseng menginterogasi sahabatnya, “Emang bayangan elo kalau udah nikah bakal gimana?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nana terus berkata, “Ya bahagia lah....Gue ngerasa cocok banget ama Denny. Gue tuh suka mengkhayal orang-orang manggil gue : Nyonya Denny...keren kan?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vinny terdiam sebentar kemudian berkata, “Wah hati-hati! Kok kayaknya elo cuma ngejar status jadi istri doang sih?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Daripada gue ntar dibilang pertu alias perawan tua...kan kasian dong sahabat elo ini...” begitu jawaban Nana. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vinny lalu menanggapi, “Gue pernah baca sebuah artikel di salah satu majalah tentang cerita sepasang suami isteri yang udah nikah puluhan tahun. Ceritanya seru. Kebetulan mereka berdua punya hobby  travelling. Mereka sampai umur 70 tahunan itu masih jalan2 keliling dunia lho. Ada cerita mereka ke Brazil, Afrika, Eslandia...banyak deh pokoknya. Nah, dari cerita itu, ada satu kalimat yang nempeeel terus di kepala gue, yang menurut gue suka dilupain ama kita-kita cewek yang terus dikejar umur. &lt;em&gt;Marriage is not a destination, it is a journey&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nana yang menyimak sambil buka-buka majalah jadi terdiam. “Salah jadinya kalau gue pengen cepet kawin?” begitu tanyanya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dengan tersenyum, Vinny menjawab, “Ya nggak, cuma ya jangan pengen kawin karena takut dicap inilah, itulah....yang namanya jodoh itu kan kekuasaan Yang Di Atas. Gue cuma sekedar ngingetin aja, kalau setelah nikah nanti, ada kehidupan baru yang bakal dilalui, yang sama aja sama yang sekarang. Ada naik, ada turun, ada seneng ada susah. Cuma bedanya...elo punya suami nantinya...gitu neng!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marriage is not a destination, it’s a journey....pernikahan bukanlah suatu tujuan, namun sebuah perjalanan....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109892597890678548?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109892597890678548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109892597890678548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109892597890678548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109892597890678548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/10/suatu-perjalananbukan-tujuan.html' title='Suatu perjalanan...bukan tujuan....'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109807656957704287</id><published>2004-10-17T11:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T14:17:38.100+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maaf ya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Maafin gue ya! Selamat berpuasa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ucapan seperti ini banyak disampaikan baik secara langsung maupun melalui sms atau e-mail menjelang tanggal 1 bulan Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;Anggi pun melakukannya tanpa prasangka. Hingga beberapa hari membuatnya berpikir lagi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beberapa hari lalu, Anggi menemukan kekacauan di tempat kerjanya. Meskipun kekacauan itu sangat sedikit mempengaruhi kerja Anggi, namun karena membuat rekan-rekan kerjanya yang lain pusing, mau tidak mau dia jadi melihat seberapa besar kekacauan tersebut. Semua merasa pekerjaan dilakukan &lt;em&gt;'last minute'&lt;/em&gt; sehingga tidak heran akhirnya menyulitkan orang lain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ketika mengetahui siapa sumber kekacauan tersebut, hati kecil Anggi tersenyum. Bahkan dengan bangga ia sempat melontarkan kata-kata, "Tuh liat! Dulu waktu gue &lt;em&gt;'in charge'&lt;/em&gt; untuk urusan ini, gak ada tuh kekacauan kayak gini. Gak mepet-mepet, gak nyusahin orang di lapangan dan semua perasaan ngerti deh apa yang harus dikerjain!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esoknya, ketika sahur, Anggi menonton sebuah ceramah di TV mengenai penyakit hati, yakni iri, dengki dan dendam. Anggi tersadar dan beristighfar, karena peristiwa beberapa hari lalu adalah bukti dendam masih ada di dalam hatinya. Rasa puas dan bangga ketika mengetahui rekannya melakukan kesalahan kini berubah jadi rasa malu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ketika dia yang bertanggung jawab atas pekerjaan tersebut, Anggi hanya mendapatkan cercaan dan kritikan pedas, seolah-olah yang dilakukannya tidak pernah benar dari rekan kerjanya tersebut. Jarang sekali ia mendapatkan pengakuan bahwa pekerjaannya baik dan Anggi pun jadi sakit hati.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anggi menarik napas panjang. Permohonan dan pemberian maaf di awal bulan Ramadhan yang dilakukannya kini terasa seolah hanya 'lip service'. Masih banyak yang harus direnungkan untuk mempelajari arti maaf yang hakiki.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109807656957704287?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109807656957704287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109807656957704287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109807656957704287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109807656957704287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/10/maaf-ya.html' title='Maaf ya...'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109807436180956031</id><published>2004-10-12T11:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T08:42:26.286+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salah Sangka</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hari Sabtu, 9 Oktober 2004. Perubahan jadwal siaran membuatku harus bangun pagi di hari Sabtu. Sebenernya saya memang lebih senang siaran pagi di weekend karena bisa 'gusrak-gusrak' orang untuk bangun.... :) Maklum, ada rasa iri karena kebanyakan dari pendengar masih enak-enakan tidur. Kenapa? Karena ini merupakan salah satu hobiku juga soalnya! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Selain itu, selama satu minggu itu saya cukup heboh.* Badan yang capeeee banget masih terasa dan hari Sabtu pagi itu rasanya 'nyawa' belum ngumpul. Gerbang rumah sudah dibuka, mobil Starlet andalan mesinnya sudah panas, ya sudah, waktunya berangkat. Jendela mobil saya buka setengah karena ingin menikmati udara pagi yang segar.&lt;br /&gt;Melesatlah saya keluar rumah. Memang saya sempat melihat seorang pria yang kebetulan ada di depan warung di depan rumah saya menatap saya dengan wajah heran. "Ah, masih pagi. Tuh orang juga belum ngumpul nyawanya kali!" begitu kata saya pada diri sendiri.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tidak seberapa jauh dari rumah, di jalan yang juga dilewati oleh angkot-angkot 08, saya terpaksa agak mengurangi kecepatan. Maklum, angkot bolak-balik menaikkan penumpang. Tidak lama, saya lalu melihat ada sebuah mobil Carry warna hitam dari belakang mengklakson-klakson sambil mengedipkan lampu. "Kenapa sih pagi-pagi heboh nih orang?" pikir saya. "Mau nyalip? Ih hari Sabtu, masih pagi, buru-buru amat sih?!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mobil Carry ini akhirnya berada di samping saya. Saya semakin kesal karena merasa kalau mau mendahului, ya sudah, silahkan aja lalui saya dan angkot yang ada di depan mobilku. Anehnya, mobil ini seolah-olah mau mepetin mobil saya. Nyawa yang tadinya rasanya belum ngumpul sekarang malah naik darah....Memang selintas saya dengar orang di dalam Carry bilang, "Bu...bu...!" tapi karena saya kesal, jendela kemudian saya tutup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Insiden ini berakhir setelah mobil Carry berhasil melalui mobil saya karena saya harus berhenti untuk isi angin ban mobil.&lt;br /&gt;Di warung isi angin tersebut saya harus antri, menunggu di belakang sebuah mobil Taruna. Ketika baru memberhentikan mobil, orang dari mobil tersebut yang baru turun menunjuk ke arah atap mobil saya. Dia bilang, "Mbak! Ada sandal tuh di atap mobilnya!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hah??!! Saya lalu turun dan disitulah terlihat nangkring sepasang sandal selop di atap mobilku....Tadi waktu mau naik mobil, karena tangan kiri pegang tas, tangan kanan pegang selop, jadi susah buka pintu. Alhasil, selop ditaruh dulu di atas mobil biar bisa buka pintu. Untung solnya terbuat dari karet jadi gak jatuh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waaah rasa marah kepada mobil Carry tadi sekarang berubah jadi rasa malu luarrrr biasa dan juga ada rasa bersalah. "Mobil Carry ma kasih ya! Saya ternyata salah sangka!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Alasan kenapa sudah lama tidak update blog ini ada di blogku yang satu lagi "Di Balik Mikrofon" dengan judul 'Ribetsss'. Link ke blog tsb ada di kotak di sebelah kanan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109807436180956031?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109807436180956031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109807436180956031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109807436180956031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109807436180956031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/10/salah-sangka.html' title='Salah Sangka'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109621514958337795</id><published>2004-09-27T19:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T19:32:16.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apa yah terjemahan &lt;em&gt;'will power'&lt;/em&gt;? Kalau kata temanku Dauz: tekad baja. Di kamus, saya temukan: kekuatan tekad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baru-baru ini saya bertemu seorang teman yang sudah lama banget gak ketemu. Kira-kira lima belas tahun. Kita saling bertukar cerita apa saja yang sudah dilakukan selama ini. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dengan terbuka, dia bercerita bahwa kehidupannya pernah terjerat obat-obatan terlarang. Sampai akhirnya dia sadar bahwa dirinya harus lepas dari ketergantungan yang satu ini. Kalau kebanyakan korban narkoba ditolong rehab, teman saya ini bercerita bahwa dia melakukan semua sendiri. Ini karena dia ingin membuktikan kepada keluarganya bahwa dia memang bisa keluar dari masalahnya ini dengan caranya sendiri.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Gue berendam di &lt;em&gt;bathtub&lt;/em&gt; 2 hari terus menerus dengan air dingin. Kamar mandi gue kunci. Badan gue sakiiit banget karena gue sama sekali gak 'make' lagi dan gue gak makan cuma minum ya air keran itu aja. Gue sampai muntah darah. Gila! Sakit banget rasanya badan. Tapi setelah dua hari itu, sakitnya mulai berkurang karena badan sudah mulai terdetoksifikasi......" Teman saya terus melanjutkan hari-hari setelah itu juga masih penuh perjuangan, sampai akhirnya dia lepas sama sekali dari pengaruh narkoba.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quite an amazing story, isn't it? &lt;/em&gt;Teman saya bilang, salah satu hal yang dia banggakan dari peristiwa ini adalah dia berhasil mengalahkan dirinya sendiri.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya hanya bisa termenung. Mengalahkan diri sendiri....&lt;em&gt;how often do I do that? &lt;/em&gt;Saya sadar bahwa banyak hal yang ingin saya capai, tapi sering tidak terwujud lebih karena tidak mampu mengalahkan diri sendiri. Misalnya, ingin punya tabungan yang cukup, tapi selalu tergoda belanja yang gak penting....ingin sehat, tapi selalu malas berolahraga....ingin kurus, tapi makan mulu hahaha...banyak lah contohnya... :) Cerita teman saya ini jadi membuat saya lebih meyakini perkataan: &lt;em&gt;when there's a will, there's a way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109621514958337795?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109621514958337795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109621514958337795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109621514958337795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109621514958337795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/09/will-power.html' title='Will Power'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109589985438962892</id><published>2004-09-23T07:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T07:51:21.736+07:00</updated><title type='text'>KesempurnaanNya </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Kehadiran seorang anak, adalah karunia yang luar biasa, yang memberi kebahagian di hati setiap orang tua. Cinta yang ada dalam hati akan terus ada, meskipun kita dikaruniai seorang anak yang ternyata jauh dari sempurna, menurut standar orang kebanyakan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Di Brooklyn, New York, AS ada sebuah sekolah luar biasa. Suatu malam, digelar sebuah acara penggalangan dana untuk sekolah tersebut, dimana seorang ayah menyampaikan pidato yang tidak akan dilupakan mereka yang menghadiri acara malam itu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setelah memuji sekolah tersebut dan juga para staff yang sangat berdedikasi, mendadak dengan suara lantang sang ayah berkata, “Dimanakah kesempurnaan anak saya Ryan? Segala yang dilakukan Tuhan adalah dalam kesempurnaanNya. Tapi, anak saya tidak dapat mengerti sebagaimana anak-anak lain. Dia tidak dapat mengingat berbagai hal dan angka sebagaimana anak-anak lainnya. Dimana kesempurnaan Tuhan?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yang hadir, tentu sangat terkejut mendengar pertanyaan yang cukup menusuk tersebut. Sang ayah kemudian melanjutkan dengan sebuah cerita mengenai pengalaman anaknya. Suatu siang, sang ayah dan Ryan berjalan melalui sebuah taman. Mereka melihat sekelompok anak-anak yang sedang bermain baseball. Ryan bertanya, “Ayah, apakah mereka akan memperbolehkan aku ikut main?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sang ayah, tahu bahwa Ryan bukan anak yang jago olah raga dan kebanyakan anak-anak lain tidak akan mau menerimanya dalam tim mereka. Tapi sang ayah juga tahu, bila Ryan diajak, pasti akan menyenangkan bagi Ryan, karena merasa menjadi bagian dari permainan tersebut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sang ayah kemudian mendekati salah satu anak yang sedang main dan bertanya apakah Ryan boleh ikut main. Anak ini melihat ke teman-temannya untuk mendapatkan petunjuk. Karena tidak ada, akhirnya dia berkata, “Saat ini tim kita masih ketinggalan angka. Saya rasa kita bisa menggunakan dia.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sang ayah sangat bersemangat, apalagi melihat senyuman di muka Ryan. Permainan terus berjalan, namun tim ini terus saja tertinggal. Hingga akhirnya, tiba waktu untuk mengambil keputusan, apakah Ryan diperbolehkan untuk maju untuk memukul bola. Angka tim ini masih tertinggal dari lawannya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akhirnya Ryan diberikan alat pemukul. Semua orang tahu sangat sulit buat Ryan untuk dapat memukul bola. Memegang alat pemukulnya saja tidak bisa, apalagi memukul bola. Sang pitcher maju mendekati Ryan, kemudian melempar bola perlahan supaya Ryan dapat memukulnya. Sayangnya bola ini luput. Kemudian seorang anggota timnya maju dan bersama-sama Ryan memegang pemukul sambil menghadap sang pitcher untuk menunggu bola berikutnya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sang pitcher kemudian maju lagi untuk melemparkan bola pelan. Ryan dan temannya mengayunkan pemukul dan berhasil memukul bola, meski perlahan. Bola tersebut menuju sang pitcher. Sebenarnya, sang pitcher bisa dengan mudah langsung melempar bola ke penjaga 'base' pertama, tapi dia malah melempar bola jauh di atas kepala, sehingga sulit ditangkap. Semua berteriak, “Ryan lari ! Larilah ke 'base' pertama!” dan Ryan berlari. Ketika sampai di 'base' pertama, anggota tim lawan sudah menangkap bola. Tapi karena dia tahu apa yang hendak dilakukan oleh sang pitcher, sehingga dia melempar bola jauh ke atas sehingga tidak tertangkap oleh penjaga 'base' kedua. “Ayo Ryan…lari ke 'base'kedua!” begitu semua berteriak.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tim lawan terus saja melempar bola sedemikian rupa agar Ryan dapat terus berlari ke 'base' berikutnya. Dan akhirnya…Ryan menciptakan home run! Semua anak, baik dari timnya maupun tim lawan berteriak memberi Ryan semangat…Kemudian anggota timnya mengangkat Ryan, seakan-akan dia pahlawan yang menyelamatkan timnya dari kekalahan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sang ayah, yang matanya telah dipenuhi air mata, kemudian berkata, “Bilamana Tuhan membawa seorang anak seperti ini ke dunia, kesempurnaan yang Dia cari adalah dari perilaku orang terhadap anak ini. Hari itu, ke 18 anak yang bermain itu telah mencapai kesempurnaan yang diinginkan Tuhan…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ditulis ulang dari materi yang didapat dari e-mail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109589985438962892?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109589985438962892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109589985438962892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109589985438962892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109589985438962892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/09/kesempurnaannya.html' title='KesempurnaanNya '/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109515587139734131</id><published>2004-09-14T16:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T19:47:03.280+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thankful Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A loving person lives in a loving world. A hostile person lives in a hostile world. Everyone you meet is your mirror. (Ken Keyes, Jr)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came across this saying in one of the old editions of Readers' Digest. It reminded me of one of the lowest points I had been in recent years, probably the second lowest in my whole lifetime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;During that time I could only think or feel negative about everything: negative about the people I worked for and with, never hopeful of anything good could happen, even up to the point where I was negative about myself! I felt I had no capabilities whatsoever, that I was stupid and a misfit. It was truly an emotional rollercoaster I had to go through.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It came to a point where I decided to free myself from the negative environment that had triggered me to become so. It was tough, and probably to most people it looked as if I couldn't rise to the challenge that was given to me. I didn't care. I new I had to take a drastic step to get back to the right path. Even if it meant ruining my professional career.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the journey to find that path again, I looked to many self-help books, talked to my closest friends, prayed as hard as I could. Until one day, during one of my prayers, I realised that during the months of negativity, I haven't allowed myself to be thankful, as I was more focused on being angry and resentful. I found serenity and power when I said my thanks to The Almighty.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realised that despite of what had happened, it was a blessing from Him. It was definitely a lesson in life, and I still needed to be thankful for it. I thanked Him for all the support my friends and my family had given me during those time. The more I thanked Him, the more I felt changes in myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day, after morning prayers, I decided to start 'My Thankful Book'. I found a nice unused book I had kept in my desk and started to write a little bit after every morning prayer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My first entry was dated 15 January 2004. "I'm thankful to The Almighty Allah for a part time job that supports me; a roof to protect me; another day in my life; my sister's birthday; for finding (or at least starting) to find peace with myself; for my friends; for finding the word 'hope' and trying to hold on to it; for my parents who are still with me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazingly, I felt the difference inside of me. I knew then on that I had started to flush the negativity out of my system. I continued to write in "My Thankful Book" until now and it has miraculously changed me. It has helped me see the smallest and most 'insignificant' blessings that God has given me. It has empowered me so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To this day, I am grateful that somehow He led me to create 'My Thankful Book'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109515587139734131?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109515587139734131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109515587139734131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109515587139734131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109515587139734131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-thankful-book.html' title='My Thankful Book'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109487496246367258</id><published>2004-09-11T10:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T18:18:00.230+07:00</updated><title type='text'>09/09/2004 - 10/09/2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hari Kamis saya diawali dengan rasa kesal. Ketika memundurkan mobil keluar dari halaman rumah, eh ada mobil yang tidak sabar langsung menyalip saya dari belakang. Padahal saya masih dalam posisi akan meluruskan mobil. Ketika itu di benak saya timbul: 'Ih, kok gak ada sopan santun sedikit pun? Tidak ada rasa 'courtesy' sesama pengendara mobil, apalagi gue kan lagi keluar dari rumah gue sendiri!' Tapi entahlah, saya kemudian berpikir mungkin juga saya yang lagi terlalu sensitif.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tidak lama dalam perjalanan, ketika lagi antri dalam kemacetan, lagi-lagi 'ketidaksopanan' terjadi. Kala itu saya memang sedang dalam antrian dan posisi mobilpun juga nanggung, dalam arti buntut mobil hatch-back saya sedikit menghalangi arus dari arah berlawanan. Menyadari hal ini, saya berusaha memajukan mobil. Tapi di saat bersamaan, sebuah motor tiba-tiba hendak menyalip di depan mobil saya. Saya urungkan niat memajukan mobil. Sambil menunggu si motor memanuver dalam ruang sempit, sebuah truk dari arah berlawanan sudah mengklakson-klakson tidak sabar! Saya dengan santai hanya memberi gerakan menunjuk ke depan, untuk memberitahu saya sedang menunggu motor untuk lewat. Yang terjadi selanjutnya: saya mendengar caci maki, kata-kata keras dari sang supir truk tadi. Huh!!!!&lt;p/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dengan hati yang masih kesal, dalam perjalanan selanjutnya saya merenung. Kita sering mengaku sebagai bangsa yang ramah, sopan, eh kalau di jalan raya pada saling nyalip, sering lengkap dengan caci maki!! Saya juga jadi teringat kurangnya 'sopan santun' kepada sesama dalam kehidupan sehari-hari seperti misalnya ketika kita masuk ke sebuah gedung  melalui pintu, jarang sekali orang yang di depan kita memegangi pintu sebentar saja agar kita tidak tertubruk pintu yang menutup, hanya sebagai 'gesture' perbuatan baik. Atau misalnya, ketika hendak naik lift, seberapa sering kita melihat orang yang hendak naik tidak sabar dan tidak memberi mereka yang hendak turun kesempatan untuk keluar terlebih dahulu?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bagi saya, ini hal-hal kecil yang menunjukkan 'how bad this country and its people has become'. Penyebabnya? Entahlah.....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mendekati studio FeMale, handphone saya berbunyi. Di ujung sana, suara panik kakak saya terdengar, "Plaza 89 di bom!!!!" Hati langsung berdebar cepat. Kakak saya, yang berkantor di gedung Price Waterhouse Coopers yang memang tidak jauh dari Plaza 89, dengan napas terengah-engah karena masih shock, selanjutnya bercerita bahwa dia baru saja merasakan dentuman dan getaran yang luar biasa, dan melihat kaca-kaca di Plaza 89 pecah semuanya. Setelah memastikan kakak saya tidak apa-apa, saya lalu melanjutkan perjalanan ke Ratu Plaza sambil berusaha menginformasikan kepada teman-teman di kantor mengenai peristiwa keji yang baru terjadi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Saya hanya bisa membayangkan kondisi yang ada di Jl. HR Rasuna Said saat itu. Plaza 89? Kenapa menjadi target? Berbagai pertanyaan dan spekulasi timbul. Tapi, yang lebih nyata dalam diri saya adalah rasa kesal yang tadi saya rasakan, kini berubah menjadi rasa sedih: bangsa ini benar-benar sudah hancur...mau kemana kita dengan segala perbuatan jahat dan tidak baik ini?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya akhirnya membuka siaran lebih awal untuk menyampaikan 'breaking news'. Suara sedih dan gemetar saya tidak bisa ditutupi, karena saya sangat emosional saat itu: kenapa masih ada orang yang tega dan bisa melakukan hal ini? Gambar-gambar di televisi menunjukkan besarnya dampak bom tersebut yang ternyata meledak persis di depan Kedutaan Besar Australia. Terlihat kaca-kaca dari gedung perkantoran mewah di sekitarnya tidak bersisa. Gambaran mengenai korban, kekacauan dan kebingungan yang ada di lapangan sungguh membuat hati pilu....Di website FeMale, saya hanya bisa bertanya, 'How do you heal a nation plagued with the disease of hatred?'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Mungkin seperti kebanyakan orang, hari itu saya pulang dengan hati yang sangat sedih dan merasa sangat malu sebagai orang  Indonesia, yang, yah itu, katanya dikenal ramah dan sopan. Ramah dan sopan gimana??!! Bukankah bom ini bukti nyata ada banyak sekali kebencian dan ketidakpedulian??? Hati saya benar-benar putus asa....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Keesokan hari, hati masih merasa sedih dan prihatin. Bom di hari sebelumnya telah merenggut sedikitnya 9 jiwa dan ratusan luka-luka. Siang itu, saya harus mengajar di Thamrin dan untuk menghindari kemacetan Sudirman-Thamrin yang memang padat pada jam-jam itu, saya menggunakan bus Transjakarta. Semua tempat duduk di bus yang saya tumpangi sudah penuh tapi masih relatif kosong. Saya lalu berjalan ke arah belakang bus untuk mendapatkan tempat berdiri yang nyaman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ketika bus mulai berjalan, tiba-tiba seorang pria di depan saya mengajak berbicara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mbak, mau duduk?" tanyanya.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Saya yang lagi memikirkan waktu perjalanan, terkejut. "Mas mau turun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silahkan aja mbak duduk," katanya sambil berdiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya tercengang! Sambil mengucapkan terima kasih saya kemudian duduk di kursi yang dia berikan. Pria ini lalu berdiri tidak jauh dari saya. Penampilannya sangat sederhana: mungkin umurnya &lt;em&gt;late 20s-early 30s&lt;/em&gt;, memiliki sebuah tas hitam selempang berukuran sedang yang dia taruh diatas tempat sampah kecil yang memang tersedia di bus bagian belakang, memakai sebuah polo shirt dan sebuah celana panjang abu-abu yang terlihat sudah lumayan usang dan menggunakan sebuah sandal warna hitam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Saya awalnya berpikir hal ini dilakukannya karena pria ini akan turun pada pemberhentian berikutnya. Ternyata, tidak! Dia berdiri cukup lama, bahkan akhirnya saya malah yang turun lebih dulu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Selama sisa perjalanan, hati saya berubah menjadi ringan. &lt;em&gt;Things happen for a reason.&lt;/em&gt; Bagaimanapun juga, ledakan bom sudah terjadi. &lt;em&gt;We have to move on to be better, stronger, wiser...&lt;/em&gt; Rasanya memang sulit mencari hal yang positif dari peristiwa ini, tapi kita harus yakin ada cahaya di akhir terowongan. Kalau tidak, kita akan berhenti di sini saja.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Juga peristiwa yang menimpa saya di bus Transjakarta. Ketika saya berhenti berharap akan ada orang yang berbuat baik pada orang yang sama sekali tidak dikenalnya. Ternyata, TIDAK SEMUA orang itu hatinya dipenuhi oleh rasa benci dan tidak peduli, kok. Ini semua seolah-olah pesan bagi saya dari Yang Kuasa, bahwa harapan akan kebaikan dan perbaikan itu selalu ada. &lt;em&gt;Goodness will prevail!!!&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A tribute to the victims of the Kuningan Bombing and to this nation. We have to have faith and believe that good and love has, and always will be, a part of each one of us! So let it thrive in our daily lives...in whatever way we can. God Bless Us all. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109487496246367258?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109487496246367258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109487496246367258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109487496246367258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109487496246367258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/09/09092004-10092004.html' title='09/09/2004 - 10/09/2004'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109467972106579649</id><published>2004-09-09T04:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T05:03:03.813+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Komputer: cewek atau cowok?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Pasti anda sudah tergantung dengan teknologi yang namanya komputer. Saya juga yakin semua pasti sudah pernah mengalami masalah dengan teknologi yang satu ini: entah itu hang lah...illegal operation lah...atau mendadak kena virus dan blas!!... ilang deh tuh semua data yang udah disave. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nah, interaksi dengan komputer sehari-hari telah membuat sekelompok orang  di Amerika berpikir, sebenarnya komputer itu termasuk gender laki-laki atau gender perempuan ya? Untuk mencari tahu, dilakukanlah sebuah survey dengan responden dari kedua gender.&lt;br /&gt; Berikut konklusinya:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responden wanita mengatakan komputer sebaiknya dianggap sebagai gender laki-laki karena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Untuk mendapatkan perhatiannya, anda harus menekan “tombol”nya terlebih dahulu, alias untuk bisa nyalain komputer ya...harus dipencet dulu tombol ‘on’-nya. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Komputer banyak menyimpan data tapi tetap tidak tahu apa-apa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Komputer seharusnya membantu kita menyelesaikan masalah, tapi yang ada, lebih sering justru komputer itulah masalahnya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ketika anda telah memutuskan untuk setia dengan satu komputer tertentu, anda kemudian sadar, bahwa jika mau menunggu lebih lama sedikit saja....pasti ada model baru yang lebih baik.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara responden pria mengatakan, komputer itu sudah pastilah gender wanita soalnya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tidak ada seorang pun kecuali pencipta komputer yang mengerti jalan pikirannya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bahasa yang digunakan untuk berkomunikasi dengan komputer lain tidak dapat dimengerti oleh orang lain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kesalahan sekecil apapun disimpan dalam memori jangka panjang agar mudah dicari sewaktu-waktu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ketika anda telah memutuskan untuk setia dengan satu komputer tertentu, anda menemukan diri anda menghabiskan separuh dari penghasilan untuk membeli asesorisnya. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha......kalau menurut anda gimana???? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ditulis ulang dari materi yang didapat dari e-mail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109467972106579649?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109467972106579649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109467972106579649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109467972106579649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109467972106579649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/09/komputer-cewek-atau-cowok.html' title='Komputer: cewek atau cowok?'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109464529727460866</id><published>2004-09-08T18:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T04:36:12.226+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesung pipit yang tak muncul hari itu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Paling sedih kalau melihat orang yang kita sayangi merengut atau pasang muka serius karena hatinya lagi bete. Lebih sedih lagi, karena hari itu kita gak bisa melihat senyumnya mengembang padahal hati kita selalu jadi riang melihat dua lesung pipitnya muncul. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Seandainya aku bisa membuatmu tertawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agar kamu bisa melupakan segala gundah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun akan ikut merasa bahagia karena dapat melihat senyummu mengembang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun apa daya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuhanya dapat berdoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agar kelabu di hatimu cepat sirna....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109464529727460866?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109464529727460866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109464529727460866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109464529727460866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109464529727460866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/09/lesung-pipit-yang-tak-muncul-hari-itu.html' title='Lesung pipit yang tak muncul hari itu....'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109413389075674416</id><published>2004-09-02T20:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:47:36.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirasi dari American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.fantasiabarrinofansite.com/images/gallery/11-003_tn.jpg&lt;br /&gt;" alt="Example" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasia Barrino, pemenang American Idol 3, mempunyai suara yang sangat 'soulful'. Bahkan Randy Jackson sempat menyebutnya 'The Young Aretha Franklin'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ketika Fantasia tampil di Grand Final, salah satu lagu yang dia bawa membuat saya merinding mendengarnya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merinding karena memang penampilan dia luar biasa dan memang dia patut dinobatkan sebagai pemenang. Suaranya yang khas dan personality-nya yang 'bubbly' membuat dia sebagai satu paket 'entertainer' yang jempolan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merinding karena lirik lagu itu, menurut saya, 'sangat dia': dia adalah seorang single mom yang belum genap 20 tahun yang pasti memiliki impian setinggi langit, karena mimpi-mimpi itulah yang menjadi pembakar semangatnya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merinding karena lirik lagu itu pun, 'sangat saya' : membuat saya teringat masa ketika saya sempat kehilangan keyakinan dan kepercayaan akan harapan dan kekuatan cinta. Saya jadi teringat lagi bagaimana rasanya ketika kita berani yakin akan sesuatu yang terlihat tidak mungkin, rasa ketika harapan itu terwujud, dan rasa ketika kekuatan cinta mengangkat jiwa yang terpuruk...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lagu yang dibawakan ini menjadi single pertama Fantasia Barrino. Judulnya: I BELIEVE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever reached a rainbow's end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you find your pot of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever catch a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell me how high did you soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like you were dreaming&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to find that you're awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the magic that surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can lift you up and guide you on your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can see it in the stars across the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt a hundred thousand dreams before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I finally realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I've waited all my life for this moment to arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you look out in the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see it never was that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows your existance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lead you to be everything you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a time for every soul to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the eyes of every child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hope, the love that saves the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohhh we should never let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe in the impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I reach deep within my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcome any obstacle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't let this dream fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I strive to be the very best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine my light for all to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause anything is possible&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you believe yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love keeps liftin me higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liftin me higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love keeps liftin me higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said love keeps liften&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love keeps liften me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said Love keeps liften &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love keeps liften me higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said love keeps liften me higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said love keeps liften me high&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109413389075674416?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109413389075674416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109413389075674416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109413389075674416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109413389075674416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/09/inspirasi-dari-american-idol.html' title='Inspirasi dari American Idol'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109408155162613664</id><published>2004-09-02T06:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T06:56:14.266+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta dan Keselarasan</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Galau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingatan melayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada yang telah membangkitkan asa yang hilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ketidaksempurnaan manusia adalah sempurna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena adalah bagian diri yang berbeda-beda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya satu cara menyelaraskan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan pengertian dan cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cinta sejati akan terus mengalir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa batas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa syarat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tak mengenal waktu atau keadaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can never ask too much of love.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For my Angel, Ama, March 2004. Thanks for making me believe again in love and hope. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109408155162613664?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109408155162613664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109408155162613664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109408155162613664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109408155162613664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/09/cinta-dan-keselarasan.html' title='Cinta dan Keselarasan'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109326533263741376</id><published>2004-08-23T19:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T07:01:35.186+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to heal words that hurt us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One day Yaya confronted me with that question, as a response to what I wrote in FeMale Radio's web: 'Words can either hurt or heal...'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By refraining from using more hurtful words. Words can hurt one's heart, pride, confidence, even diminish one's faith. The only way to heal the wound is by using words that give back strength: words of love to heal a broken heart, words of praise to heal a bruised pride, words of encouragement to heal the lost of confidence and words of hope to breed faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Satu hari, Yaya menanyakan pertanyaan "Bagaimana menyembuhkan kata-kata yang telah menyakiti kita?", sebagai tanggapan komentar saya di website FeMale Radio yaitu: "Kata-kata bisa menyakitkan atau menyembuhkan...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini jawaban saya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dengan menahan diri dari penggunaan kata-kata lain yang menyakitkan. Kata-kata dapat menyakiti hati, harga diri, kepercayaan diri, bahkan keyakinan seseorang. Satu-satunya cara untuk menyembuhkan luka adalah dengan menggunakan kata-kata yang memberikan kekuatan kembali: kata-kata cinta untuk menyembuhkan hati yang berkeping, kata-kata pujian untuk harga diri yang luka, kata-kata pembangkit semangat untuk mengembalikan kepercayaan diri yang hilang, kata-kata penuh harapan untuk melahirkan kembali keyakinan.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yaya, makasih ya pertanyaannya! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109326533263741376?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109326533263741376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109326533263741376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109326533263741376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109326533263741376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/08/how-to-heal-words-that-hurt-us.html' title='How to heal words that hurt us?'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109204398076384162</id><published>2004-08-09T16:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T08:28:15.513+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Potato Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tau kan sosok mainan Mr. Potato Head? Itu tuh,salah satu temen si Woody di film Toy Story.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nah, Mr. Potato Head adalah salah satu mainan yang dulu gue pengeeeen banget punya, tapi gak kesampean. Trus, waktu film Toy Story keluar, gue makin gemes pengen punya. Yah, gue emang masih punya sisi 'anak kecil' yang masih bergejolak di diri gue hehehe...yah ini bisa terlihat dengan kesenangan gue koleksi boneka stuffed animals yang mirip sama aslinya, juga yang berbentuk tokoh-tokoh yang gue suka waktu masih kecil seperti Big Bird, Tigger,Scooby Doo. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beberapa minggu lalu, gue pergi ke Toys City untuk mencari kado buat anak temen gue yang baru ulang tahun. Ketika gue lagi cari-cari mainan apa yang cocok, eh di salah satu pojok toko itu, tersusun beberapa Mr. Potato Head!!! Singkat cerita, selain dapet kado buat anak temen gue, gue juga beli kado untuk diri gue sendiri. :)Asiiik!! I finally have one! Hahahaha..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.hasbro.com/common/images/products/02250286fd67_Main100.jpg" alt="Example" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sebenarnya mainan ini sederhana banget, gak bisa macem2. Dia hanya memungkinkan kita mencopot bagian2 di wajahnya yang berbentuk kentang besar sehingga terbentuk raut wajah yang kocak: ada kumis, ada gigi yg gede2, kacamata, hidung merah, lidah menjulur .... Semuanya tinggal copot pasang, terserah kita mau wajah si Mr Potato Head kayak apa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gue bukan cuma seneng koleksi mainan / boneka gue sekarang bertambah.Tapi, Mr. Potato Head juga menghibur hati gue kalau lagi gak mood. Cukup dengan merubah raut wajah dia, gue langsung tersenyum dan tertawa...hilang deh bad mood gue!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ketika pertama kali ini gue alami, gue sadar, ternyata gak salah kok bertingkah seperti anak kecil sesekali. Gak tau yah, tapi ketika itu di hati ada rasa yang ringan, tanpa beban, yang membuat gue merasa sangat tenang. Yah... seperti ketika kita waktu masih kecil dulu, kayaknya lebih banyak senangnya daripada sedih atau betenya. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Masing-masing orang punya 'Mr. Potato Head'nya sendiri-sendiri. Perlu deh kayaknya kita cari hal-hal yang mungkin sangat remeh, tapi bisa membuat hati senang bukan main. Bisa sesuatu dari masa kecil, bisa sebuah hobi yang sudah ditinggalkan terus sekarang dijalani lagi. Kadang yang remeh itu, bisa membuat kita mengingat hal-hal yang sungguh luar biasa menyenangkan!! &lt;strong&gt;Celebrate life!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109204398076384162?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109204398076384162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109204398076384162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109204398076384162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109204398076384162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/08/mr-potato-head.html' title='Mr Potato Head'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109166385638095373</id><published>2004-08-05T06:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T06:57:36.380+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shockbreaker?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ninta mempunyai seorang sahabat pria bernama Iway. Mereka sudah berteman sejak jaman kuliah di UI dulu: Ninta di Fakultas Hukum, Iway di Psikologi. Yah kalau dihitung-hitung, mereka berdua sudah berteman 10 tahunan deh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mungkin karena kuliah di psikologi, Ninta paling senang curhat dan berdiskusi tentang berbagai masalah dan perasaannya dengan Iway. Malah Ninta bilang, “Kalau ngomong sama Iway, gue suka minta diyakinkan sambil nanya, gue nggak gila kan? Nah, karena dia belajar psikologi, dan dia bilang nggak ...yah gue jadi tenang...” hehehe don't we all need that reassurance every once in a while? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terus dia cerita, bahwa Iway pernah memberikan nasehat yang “unik”. Waktu itu, Ninta lagi mengalami “emosional roller coaster” karena baru diputusin sama pacarnya yang kesekian. Ninta merasa dirinya gagal dalam masalah mencari pasangan dan makanya dia telfon teman setianya Iway untuk curhat. Nah, lagi asik-asiknya cerita dan menganalisa, mendadak si Iway bilang, “Eh Nin, gue baru ganti shock breaker mobil gue.” Walaupun bingung, Ninta menanggapi, “Kapan elo belinya?” “Kemarin, “ jawab Iway, “Iya, udah lama sih gue pengen ganti. soalnya walaupun gue pelan-pelan ngelewatin lubang yang ada di jalan, kerasa banget benturannya. Nah kemarin, habis beli langsung deh gue test drive, wah okay banget shock breaker gue....empuuk banget...terus gue kebut..malah gue sengaja ngelewatin lubang dengan kecepatan tinggi....wes gileeee..nggak kerasa benturannya sama sekali!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Helloooooo Iway....kok elo jadi dadakan cerita shock breaker?? Kan gue lagi curhat...kok dicuekin sih?,” ujar Ninta dengan sedikit kesal. Iway malah tertawa, dan bilang, “He he he..jangan ngambek dulu dong...itu cerita ada maknanya lagi,” Iway terus melanjutkan, “Gue kan nggak akan tau seberapa bagusnya shockbreaker kalau nggak gue coba ngelewatin lubang.” &lt;br /&gt;“Ya iya lah Way, terus apa kaitannya dengan gue?” tanya Ninta. Dengan suara lembut dan bijaksana Iway menjelaskan, “Ninta, Allah nggak akan tau seberapa kuatnya elo kalau nggak pernah diberi cobaan. Yakinlah Nin, kalau ini semua hanya cobaan, supaya elo menjadi orang yang lebih kuat dan tegar. Sabar ya neng...”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109166385638095373?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109166385638095373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109166385638095373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109166385638095373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109166385638095373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/08/shockbreaker.html' title='Shockbreaker?'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109140393237538284</id><published>2004-08-02T06:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T06:45:32.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rahasia George Burns &amp; Gracie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Jaman sekarang, perceraian terus saja meningkat. Bingung juga ya kenapa. Kita-kita jadi sering bertanya-tanya: apa sih resep jitu supaya perkawinan tetap langgeng?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;George Burns, seorang komedian legendaris asal Amerika Serikat, dikenal sangat mencintai istrinya Gracie, dan usia perkawinan mereka juga berlangsung puluhan tahun. George Burns pernah dikutip Readers' Digest mengatakan hal berikut ini:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Banyak orang yang bertanya, apa saja yang dilakukan saya dan istri saya untuk menjaga kelanggengan perkawinan kami. Jawabannya sangat mudah: kami tidak melakukan apa-apa sama sekali. &lt;br /&gt;Menurut saya, masalah kebanyakan orang adalah terlalu berusaha menjaga perkawinannya agar tetap berlangsung. Mereka menjadikannya selayaknya sebuah bisnis besar. Bila anda bekerja terlalu keras karena bisnis anda, maka anda akan lelah. Bila anda lelah anda jadi mudah marah. Bila mudah marah pasti anda akan mulai bertengkar, dan kalau sudah bertengkar, habislah bisnis anda!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109140393237538284?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109140393237538284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109140393237538284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/08/rahasia-george-burns-gracie.html' title='Rahasia George Burns &amp; Gracie'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109118089415589689</id><published>2004-07-30T16:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:59:30.056+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebuah do'a yang sederhana tapi bagus banget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dari sebuah sms yang saya terima dari seorang sahabat baik:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ya Allah, karuniakan kepadaku hati yang selalu bahagia karena aku yakin Engkau selalu berada disisiku...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karuniakan hati yang tenang dan selalu merasa aman karena yakin akan pertolonganMu....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karuniakan hati yang selalu lurus berjalan atas perintahMu...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Engkaulah Sang Maha Pemurah...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aamiin!! &amp;nbsp;GBU :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109118089415589689?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109118089415589689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109118089415589689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109118089415589689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109118089415589689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/07/sebuah-doa-yang-sederhana-tapi-bagus.html' title='Sebuah do&apos;a yang sederhana tapi bagus banget...'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109105815507906232</id><published>2004-07-29T06:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T07:08:09.776+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese Cake &amp; Maccaroni Schotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Jangan berharap nemu resep disini. Yang ada hanya dua cerita mengenai makanan favorit yang menjadi 'disaster' buat diri sendiri.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beberapa tahun lalu, kakak saya, Trudy, lagi senang-senangnya bikin resep-resep baru. Karena saya penggemar cheese cake, saya tantang dia untuk membuatnya. "Oke aja," jawab kakak saya. Dia pun pergi untuk membeli berbagai bahan yang diperlukan untuk membuat cheese cake kesenangan saya itu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jadilah cheese cake yang saya tunggu-tunggu. Cuma...kok tebel amat ya? Untuk gambaran, cheese cake yang kakak saya bikin tuh tingginya sekitar 4 cm dengan diameter 10 cm. Pas awalnya, saya girang banget. "Cihuuuy, akhirnya bisa juga nih menikmati home made cheese cake!" pikir saya. Ketika saya cicipi....wuiiiiih enak banget. :) So tasty and creamy, trus kenyang banget deh makan satu potong kecil. Kebetulan saat itu ada seorang sahabat baik kami yang menginap, namanya Bimmo. Dia pun berkomentar sama, bahwa kue buatan kakak saya memang enak banget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Karena ukurannya, ya saya dan Bimmo makan tidak seberapa. 3 hari lewat, 1 loyang cheese cake itu masih belum habis juga. Kakak saya mulai ngomel-ngomel. "Pokoknya loe bedua harus ngabisin, loe bedua harus bertanggung jawab karena loe yang minta!" Saya dan Bimmo kebingungan, karena meski enak, itu kue bikin blenger karen tuebuel buanget dan padet! Wah gimana ya, biar Trudy gak terus murka?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sementara itu ada cerita lain lagi. Ita, bersama teman-temannya pergi ke Bandung. Kemudian mereka memutuskan untuk masak maccaroni bersama. Hasilnya: maccaroni schotel yang luar biasa leker!!! Susu dan kejunya berasaaa banget. Nah, yang leker kayak gini kan sedikit aja udah bikin 'wareg'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Masalahnya: orang yang ada cuma sedikit, sementara schotelnya buanyuaak banget. Ita dan teman-teman kebingungan mencari jalan untuk menghabiskan maccaroni endang bambang itu... Ada yang bilang, "Kasih satpam aja," tapi ditolak sama yang lain dengan alasan sang satpam belum tentu suka makanan yang bikin 'eneg' itu.&lt;br /&gt;So...bagaimana jalan keluarnya?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Balik ke cerita pertama: akhirnya saya dan Bimmo setiap ada orang datang ke rumah, kita suguhi cheese cake dengan sedikit 'maksa' : "Ini enak loh buatan Mbak Udy!"...hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cerita kedua: akhirnya Ita dan teman-teman mencari jalan keluar dengan bermain kartu. Taruhannya: yang kalah harus makan maccaroni schotel yg tersisa...aiyayayayay!!!! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ita, thanks ceritanya! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109105815507906232?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109105815507906232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109105815507906232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109105815507906232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109105815507906232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/07/cheese-cake-maccaroni-schotel.html' title='Cheese Cake &amp; Maccaroni Schotel'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109105708520249162</id><published>2004-07-29T06:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T06:39:42.053+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kekasih Standar vs Kekasih Sejati</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Kekasih standar selalu ingat senyum di wajahmu.&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejati juga mengingat wajahmu ketika bersedih.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kekasih standar akan membawamu makan makanan yang enak-enak.&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejati akan mempersiapkan makanan yang kamu suka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kekasih standar setiap detik selalu menunggu telpon dari kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejati setiap detik selalu teringat ingin menelponmu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kekasih standar selalu mendoakanmu kebahagiaan.&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejati selalu berusaha memberimu kebahagiaan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kekasih standar mengharapkan kamu berubah demi dia.&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejati mengharapkan dia bisa berubah untuk kamu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kekasih standar paling sebal jika kamu menelpon waktu dia tidur.&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejati akan menanyakan kenapa sekarang kamu baru telpon?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kekasih standar akan mencarimu untuk membahas kesulitanmu.&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejati akan mencarimu untuk memecahkan kesulitanmu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kekasih standar selalu bertanya mengapa kamu selalu membuatnya sedih?&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejati akan selalu menanyakan diri sendiri mengapa membuat kamu sedih?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kekasih standar selalu memikirkan penyebab perpisahan.&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejati memecahkan penyebab perpisahan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kekasih standar bisa melihat semua yang telah dia korbankan untukmu.&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejati bisa melihat semua yang telah kamu korbankan untuknya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kekasih standar berpikir bahwa pertengkaran adalah akhir dari segalanya.&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejati berpikir, jika tidak pernah bertengkar tidak bisa disebut cinta sejati.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kekasih standar selalu ingin kamu disampingnya, menemaninya selamanya.&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih sejati selalu berharap selamanya bisa disampingmu, menemanimu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Source unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109105708520249162?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109105708520249162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109105708520249162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109105708520249162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109105708520249162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/07/kekasih-standar-vs-kekasih-sejati.html' title='Kekasih Standar vs Kekasih Sejati'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109100235981850545</id><published>2004-07-28T14:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T06:38:03.370+07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOU WANT HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want happiness.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For an hour - take&amp;nbsp; a nap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a day - go fishing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a month - get married&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a year - inherit a fortune&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a lifetime - help someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jika anda menginginkan kebahagiaan....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Selama&amp;nbsp;satu jam - tidurlah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Selama satu hari - pergilah memancing &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Selama sebulan -&amp;nbsp;menikahlah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Selama setahun -&amp;nbsp;dapatkanlah warisan kekayaan&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang hidup anda - bantulah orang lain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinese proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109100235981850545?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109100235981850545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109100235981850545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109100235981850545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109100235981850545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/07/if-you-want-happiness.html' title='IF YOU WANT HAPPINESS'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109081408875655801</id><published>2004-07-26T10:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T10:54:48.756+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yang nentuin gimana hidup kita, ya kita sendiri :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; Beberapa minggu lalu, Sari dilanda kebingungan tentang hubungan yang sudah dijalinnya  selama 1,5 tahun dengan Hendra.&lt;br /&gt;Memang, banyak teman-teman Sari yang bilang mereka berdua adalah pasangan hitam dan putih. Bukan dari warna kulitnya lho..tapi karena keduanya memiliki sifat yang berbeda: Sari orangnya sangat ‘outgoing’, suka mencoba hal-hal baru, punya teman seabreg, dan sangat mandiri; sementara Hendra sangat konservatif, memiliki teman yang bisa dihitung jari dan tertutup. Menanggapi omongan teman-temannya Sari selalu bilang: “Justru bagus kan, saling melengkapi!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Pemicu kebingungan Sari adalah pengamatannya terhadap kehidupan perkawinan kedua orang tuanya.  Kebetulan, Sari mendapatkan sifat-sifat outgoingnya dari sang ibu, sementara sang ayah..ternyata juga tertutup. Persis kayak dia dan Hendra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Karena anak-anak di keluarganya sudah pada besar-besar, walaupun belum semuanya ‘mentas’, ibunda tercinta mengeluh kesepian. Sari menanggapi dengan ringan, “Lah kan justru enak, sekarang ibu bisa berduaan sama ayah lagi...” Tetapi, candaan Sari ini tidak berhasil menghibur ibunda tercinta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Barulah Sari menyadari, selama ini kedua orang tuanya memang jarang melakukan aktifitas bersama, karena ayah dan ibunya memiliki kesenangan berbeda. Ibu ingin sekali bisa sering jalan-jalan ke luar rumah, ke museum kek, ke mall kek... Barangkali waktu masih muda dulu, kalau lagi kepengen keluar jalan-jalan, beliau bakal melakoni  sendirian.... Tapi, diusianya yang sudah senja, sulit untuk sang ibu untuk mencari kawan yang memiliki minat yang sama. Mau mengharapkan ayah ...nggak janji, soalnya dia lebih suka di rumaaah aja, baca buku-buku kesayangannya atau merapi-rapikan tanaman favoritnya di kebun.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ini semualah yang membuat Sari bingung. Dia khawatir, dirinya akan bernasib sama seperti ibunda tercinta di saat sudah tua nanti.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Untungnya, Sari tidak berlama-lama dalam kegalauannya. Ada seorang sahabatnya yang menasehatinya begini: "Ngapain juga kepikiran yang nggak-nggak, mikirin yang aduuuuuuh jauh banget di depan. Kan tidak berarti karena loe anak emak loe, jalan hidup loe juga akan kayak dia.... iya kan? Buktinya dia seorang dosen, loe kerja di Bank. You decide what happens as long as you work for it.” Sari tertawa. Bener juga yah.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109081408875655801?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109081408875655801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109081408875655801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109081408875655801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109081408875655801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/07/yang-nentuin-gimana-hidup-kita-ya-kita.html' title='Yang nentuin gimana hidup kita, ya kita sendiri :)'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109058760946599662</id><published>2004-07-23T19:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:13:43.293+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jadi penyiar itu.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wah, apa ya jawabannya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menyenangkan,&lt;/em&gt; soalnya bisa kerja sambil dengerin musik...sementara gak semua kantor atau kerjaan bisa ato boleh sambil mendengarkan musik.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asik,&lt;/em&gt; soalnya orang-orang radio biasanya pada 'ember' jadi adaaaa aja cerita seru atau celaan tiap dateng ke kantor. Pokoknya everyday ada kejadian yang patut diceritakan...entah ttg bos, entah ttg temen kerja, entah ttg yg beli DVD di lantai 4, entah gosip terakhir para celebrities...macem2 deh.... And we do it &lt;strong&gt;LOUDLY&lt;/strong&gt; tanpa rasa malu, kadang-kadang.  :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dinamis,&lt;/em&gt; karena kerjaan jadi penyiar itu ibarat ngadain pertunjukan dari menit ke menit. Harus konsen dan cepet mengantisipasi perubahan-perubahan yang terjadi karena semua dilakukan LIVE. &lt;em&gt;The show must go on,&lt;/em&gt; kan?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bisa menyalurkan hobi nyanyi,&lt;/em&gt; karena sambil siaran bisa nyanyi kenceng2 tanpa ganggu orang lain dan bisa juga full gaya. &lt;em&gt;(pengecualian: kalo gak pede diliatin orang krn studionya kaca semua ato di studio sebelah ada yang rekaman, terpaksa deh nyanyinya gak full blast...huh!)&lt;/em&gt; Oh ya, di radio biasanya yang suka nyanyi banyak jadi bisa karaoke bareng. Atau suka ama musisi yang sama jadi bisa nonton konser bareng...pokoke bareng teruuuusss. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bisa nyalurin bakat seneng ngomong sendiri&lt;/em&gt; hahahaha...bayangin aja wong kalo siaran ya cuma ngomong ama sebuah microphone. :P Tapi, meski demen ngomong sendiri kayak orang gokil, cape juga loh kalo lagi harus baca adlib yang sama berulang kali ampe hafal, ato nomor telfon beberapa biji sekaligus....;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109058760946599662?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109058760946599662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109058760946599662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109058760946599662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109058760946599662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/07/jadi-penyiar-itu.html' title='Jadi penyiar itu.....'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109057919731824684</id><published>2004-07-23T17:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T20:31:06.636+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends, My Angels :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have to admit, my friends probably have a bigger say in things I do than my own family. What I mean is that I sometimes listen to them more than what my family says...hahaha... A good thing is, the friends that I have are the greatest: they are like angels sent by The Almighty, reminding me to be in the right path. Always. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, I consider them as my angels. Angels that make me laugh, that make me contemplate, that raises me up when I'm down. Each of them comes with their own stories and colourful personalities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One dear friend makes me laugh just because she's herself. How she dresses, walks, talks. Some people say she's 'strange', but I like to see her as 'unique'. So unique that even her dreams are 'unique'. She once confessed that she dreamed getting married to an alligator. I'm sure now she regrets even telling anybody about it coz she's since become the laughing stock of the office, thanks to a friend who just likes ridiculing her with the story whenever he can. Her way of seeing things most of the time is very different than ours. Most times we just laugh at her, but you know what? This 'different perspective' of hers sometimes DOES make sense. I guess this is what Whoopi Goldberg means by saying "Normal is in the eyes of the beholder". :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wisdom can be passed on not only from an older generation to a younger one, but also from a friend who has gone through so many challenges and prevailed. This friend of mine, has such a good heart. Whenever I need a good advice and words of wisdom, I always talk to him, who, by the way, has a great voice. :) Cool thing is, he also likes to share his 'life experiences' with me, too. Makes me feel that I'm not alone in this quest to learn from the school of life hahaha...This guy is absolutely great, as he has succeeded to reach his dream without stepping on other's toes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A true friend is one who can tell you frankly that you have done wrong. Or even make a joke about your mistakes, but you don't feel bad about it. Now this character is probably what everybody is looking for in a friend. She never, ever, judges you in any way. Isn't that important in a true friendship? Just accepts you as you are. But, she will never hesitate to criticise you if she feels you are taking the wrong decision. Another great thing is she's smart, very independent (so she doesn't take any crap from anybody) and very fun to be with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoever thought an online friendship online could last for...hmmm... 5 years? Yup, this one friend I haven't even met in person!!! Lives in Boston. We met through one of those online friend things. I can just tell him about anything...like a big bro I never had. If he hasn't seen me online for a while, he'd definitely drop me an e-mail. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another angel is one that has lifted me out of a dark hole. I went through a terrible break up a few years back. Didn't realise how bad it was coz I drowned myself in work. Well, I truly did drown. Work was completely chaotic and difficult. I broke down. It was a terrible time. Then one of the sweetest souls came along. He had always been around me, we have been good friends for a few years. He made me realise that I hadn't dealt with my breakup. That I didn't want to take the risk to be heartbroken again, just hiding myself from this cruel world. :P He gave me the courage to fall in love again. Although our love story ended short, I'm still grateful that he was sent to me to show: Hey, never, ever, be afraid to put your heart on the line coz you just might find something better! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not able to write about ALL my friends all at once... Sorry guys!!! :) But I guess this is just a little tribute I'd like to dedicate to them. To show them that they mean a lot to me and I hope God blesses and protects these angels of mine with all goodness, always. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109057919731824684?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109057919731824684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109057919731824684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109057919731824684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109057919731824684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-friends-my-angels.html' title='My Friends, My Angels :)'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7686352.post-109029018774891259</id><published>2004-07-20T11:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T19:34:30.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenapa juga 'Celebrate Life'? / Why 'Celebrate Life'?</title><content type='html'>Karena memang kehidupan harus dirayakan. Karena kehidupan merupakan karunia Yang Kuasa. Live your life to the fullest!!! &lt;br /&gt;Hitunglah kebahagiaan, keberhasilan, kenikmatan dan karunia-karunia lain yang hanya bisa kita dapat jika mengingatNya. Memang tidak mungkin dihitung secara kuantitatif, tapi dengan mencoba, kita akan menyadari bahwa hidup yang diberikanNya sungguh indah dan sempurna apa adanya..... &lt;hr /&gt; It's because life has to be celebrated. It's because life is God's blessing. Live your life to the fullest!!!&lt;br /&gt;Count your happiness, your accomplishments, your enjoyments and other blessings that can only be done by remembering Him. It is true that these can never be quantified, however by trying, we will realise that the life He has given is truly beautiful and perfect as it is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7686352-109029018774891259?l=pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/feeds/109029018774891259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7686352&amp;postID=109029018774891259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109029018774891259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7686352/posts/default/109029018774891259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pojoknya-mila.blogspot.com/2004/07/kenapa-juga-celebrate-life-why.html' title='Kenapa juga &apos;Celebrate Life&apos;? / Why &apos;Celebrate Life&apos;?'/><author><name>Diarmila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07924738196279201455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sVty7AXadI/SO9dz6sn74I/AAAAAAAAAAY/VfwLQB99sOU/S220/IMG_0405.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
