<?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-6175397490968948212</id><updated>2012-01-29T15:40:04.097+07:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='lyrics.'/><category term='curhatan'/><category term='poem'/><category term='picture'/><category term='iseng'/><category term='puisi'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='video'/><category term='song'/><category term='comic'/><category term='gift'/><category term='dream'/><category term='school'/><category term='learning material'/><category term='iseng. retrieved.'/><category term='review'/><category term='retrieved'/><category term='my note'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>DwiZ@n</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-5431691380487177574</id><published>2012-01-29T15:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T15:40:04.115+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>siap-siap berpetualang di hutan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Broadway; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icCbKVrpbmA/TyUFFuLzCfI/AAAAAAAAASg/IF5fqre5w2g/s1600/28012012377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icCbKVrpbmA/TyUFFuLzCfI/AAAAAAAAASg/IF5fqre5w2g/s320/28012012377.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;CIREBON-memilih jurusan yang tepat untuk melanjutkan pendidikan ke Perguruan Tinggibisa menjadi hal yang cukup menyita waktu dan pikiran. Menyadari hal itu,alumni SMA Negeri 1 (SMANSA) Kota Cirebon angkatan tahun 2011 mengadakanUniversity Day untuk membantu siswa SMANSA khususnya kelas 12 agar dapatmemilih dan diterima di jurusan yang tepat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="height: 60px; left: 0px; margin-left: -330px; margin-top: 26px; position: absolute; width: 321px; z-index: 2;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td bgcolor="white" height="60" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% white; border: 0.75pt solid black; vertical-align: top;" width="321"&gt;&lt;span style="left: 0pt; position: absolute; z-index: 2;"&gt;  &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="shape" style="padding: 4.35pt 7.95pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Suasana persiapan pelaksanaan    University Day 2012 di lapangan Indoor SMANSA, Cirebon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;University Day (U-Day) yang diadakan pada hari Sabtu(28/1) mengambil tema &lt;i&gt;“Your Future isLike a Jungle”&lt;/i&gt;. Ketua Panitia U-Day, Wisnu Setya Dharma yang merupakanmahasiswa ITB menyatakan bahwa tema itu diambil untuk memberikan gambarankepada para siswa kelas 12 bahwa memilih jurusan di Perguruan Tinggi dapatdiibaratkan seperti berpetualang di hutan. “Meski nyatanya pada saat ini telahbanyak informasi yang dapat diperoleh oleh para calon mahasiswa mengenaiuniversitas dan jurusannya, tetap saja semua informasi itu tidak cukup, malahansemakin dekat dengan waktu pelaksanaan SNMPTN semuanya semakin membingungkan”,tambah Wisnu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Acara U-Day tahun inimelibatkan sebagian besar alumni tahun 2011 yang telah menjadi mahasiswa dariberbagai perguruan tinggi baik negeri maupun swasta. Dalam pelasanaannya yangberlangsung dari pukul 10 s.d. pukul 15.00 WIB ada beberapa agenda, yakniperkenalan alumni yang mewakili setiap perguruan tinggi, dan tanya jawab yangdilaksanakan di aula sekolah, display perguruan tinggi berupa stands yangberpusat di indoor sekolah, hingga simulasi SNMPTN yang dilaksanakan di setiapkelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Selama pelaksanaanU-Day, para siswa kelas 12 mendapatkan berbagai informasi dari para alumni baikyang berkaitan dengan akademik maupun non-akademik. “Informasi akademik yangdiberikan tidak jauh beda dengan yang dapat diakses oleh para siswa dari situstiap perguruan tinggi, tetapi karena penyampaiannya secara langsung oleh orangyang mengalaminya sendiri, maka informasinya jadi lebih menarik,” ungkap salahseorang siswa kelas 12. “Tetapi yang lebih menarik bagi saya sebenarnya adalahinformasi non-akademik yang berkaitan dengan IKA ALUMNI SMANSA di setiapperguruan tinggi, hingga kondisi sosial, lingkungan, dan masyarakat disekitaran kampus.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Diharapkan, denganadanya informasi tambahan yang diperoleh dari U-Day ini, para siswa dapatmenentukan perguruan tinggi dan jurusan yang sesuai dengan minat dan karaktermereka. “Jika dunia perkuliahan diibaratkan sebagai hutan, maka informasi yangdiberikan melalui U-Day adalah merupakan peta dan buku panduan pelengkap yangdapat membantu mereka untuk menjelajahi hutan”, pungkas Wisnu. &lt;b&gt;(Dwi Haryanti)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-5431691380487177574?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/5431691380487177574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2012/01/siap-siap-berpetualang-di-hutan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5431691380487177574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5431691380487177574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2012/01/siap-siap-berpetualang-di-hutan.html' title='siap-siap berpetualang di hutan'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icCbKVrpbmA/TyUFFuLzCfI/AAAAAAAAASg/IF5fqre5w2g/s72-c/28012012377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-3753072567799277487</id><published>2012-01-07T13:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T13:45:44.644+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng. retrieved.'/><title type='text'>B.A.U</title><content type='html'>hujan baru saja lewat. tetapi ada bau yang tersisa.&lt;br /&gt;ternyata bau hujan itu memang ada dan ada penjelasan ilmiahnya pula.&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;kemana aja????&lt;br /&gt;nih penjelasannya&lt;br /&gt;yuk baca sama sama....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini Dia yang Membuat Bau Hujan Begitu Khas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN Uyung Pramudiarja - detikHealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta, Hujan yang turun membasahi tanah dan pepohonan selalu menyisakan bebauan khas yang menyegarkan. Ada banyak teori yang menjelaskan asal muasal bebauan tersebut, salah satunya dari senyawa yang dilepaskan oleh tanah dan batu-batuan yakni petrichor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senyawa ini pertama kali diungkap oleh 2 peneliti dari Commonwealth Scientific and Industrial Research Organisation (CSIRO), IJ Bear dan RG Thomas. Penelitian tersebut dipublikasikan dalam laporan berjudul "Genesis of Petrichor" dan dimuat oleh jurnal Nature pada tahun 1965.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dikutip dari The Naked Science, Selasa (7/12/2010), petrichor berasal dari 2 kata dalam bahasa Yunani, yakni petros yang berarti batu dan ichor yang berarti air. Dalam mitologi Yunani, petrichor merupakan cairan halus yang mengalir di dalam nadi para dewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para peneliti meyakini, senyawa yang memiliki nama kimiawi 2-decanone ini dilepaskan oleh tumbuh-tumbuhan pada musim kering lalu diserap oleh tanah dan bebatuan. Oleh bebatuan, senyawa itu dilepaskan kembali ketika kelembaban udara mengalami perubahan drastis misalnya menjelang dan sesudah hujan turun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hingga kini, teori yang dikembangkan oleh ilmuwan CSIRO ini dinilai paling dapat menjelaskan fenomena bau khas yang tercium sebelum dan sesudah hujan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada juga teori lain yang mengatakan, bau khas saat hujan disebabkan oleh spora yang dihasilkan oleh bakteri bernama actinomycetes. Bakteri ini biasanya hidup di tanah basah, namun mudah mati ketika tanah itu kering atau kehilangan kelembaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum mati, bakteri tersebut meninggalkan telur-telur dalam bentuk spora yang memiliki daya tahan jauh lebih kuat. Dalam kondisi tanah kering, spora itu mengalami hibernasi sehingga bisa hidup hingga bertahun-tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika hujan turun membasahi tanah, spora-spora itu hidup kembali dan beberapa di antaranya melepaskan diri dari tanah dan terhirup oleh manusia. Bau hujan yang khas itu sebenarnya merupakan spora yang terhirup oleh manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teori ini dikuatkan dengan hasil eksperimen, yang membutikan bahwa pembiakan spora actinomycetes di laboratorium dapat menghasilkan bau mirip hujan. Namun teori ini tidak menjelaskan bau serupa yang kadang-kadang sudah muncul sesaat sebelum hujan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumber: &lt;a href="http://www.detikhealth.com/read/2010/12/07/172759/1510752/766/ini-dia-yang-membuat-bau-hujan-begitu-khas"&gt;http://www.detikhealth.com/read/2010/12/07/172759/1510752/766/ini-dia-yang-membuat-bau-hujan-begitu-khas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-3753072567799277487?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/3753072567799277487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2012/01/bau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3753072567799277487'/><link 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class="fullpost"&gt;bayinya sudah lahir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;puji tuhan, alhamdulillah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt; dengan semua kesibukan yang menerpa sebagai ibu baru, blog ini terlupakan begitu saja.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;saat bayiku lahir melalui bedah kaisar, sepertinya duniaku tidak lagi menjadi milikku, tetapi miliknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;dan sekarang, empat bulan setelah proses kelahiran yang panjang, aku siap mengambil kontrol kembali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;i am back....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt; pinjem lagunya linkin park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;this is my december, this is my time of the year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;tidak ada salahnya memuali sebuah perjalanan baru di penghujung tahun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;bahkan mungkin lebih&amp;nbsp; menyenangkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;tidak banyak waktu yang tersisa memang. tapi masih bisa digunakan dengan sebaik baiknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;mencoba menggapai sisa resolusi yang masih berserakan. target target yang belum tercapai. setelah nyaris sepanjang tahun berfokus pada bayi, bayi, dan bayi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;smangatttttt.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-4027105116577171607?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/4027105116577171607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-my-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4027105116577171607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4027105116577171607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-my-december.html' title='this is my december'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-8671628912811774215</id><published>2011-08-05T09:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:30:22.406+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><title type='text'>bayinya sudah lahir????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;aku tidak terpikirkan kalau pertanyaan itu bisa sama membuat frustasinya seperti pertanyaan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;1. sudah punya anak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;2. kapan menikah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;3. kapan lulus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt; percayalah kawan, tidak ada yang paling menantikan kelahiran bayinya selain seorang ibu hamil yang sudah kelelahan selama sembilan bulan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-8671628912811774215?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/8671628912811774215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/08/bayinya-sudah-lahir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8671628912811774215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8671628912811774215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/08/bayinya-sudah-lahir.html' title='bayinya sudah lahir????'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-3751578993666564747</id><published>2011-04-24T13:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:52:37.676+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng. retrieved.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>firework</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QGJuMBdaqIw?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;Do you ever feel like a plastic bag&lt;br /&gt;Drifting throught the wind&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin&lt;br /&gt;Like a house of cards&lt;br /&gt;One blow from caving in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel already buried deep&lt;br /&gt;Six feet under scream&lt;br /&gt;But no one seems to hear a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that there's still a chance for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's a spark in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta ignite the light&lt;br /&gt;And let it shine&lt;br /&gt;Just own the night&lt;br /&gt;Like the Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on show 'em what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on let your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;You're gunna leave 'em fallin' down-own-own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to feel like a waste of space&lt;br /&gt;You're original, cannot be replaced&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;After a hurricane comes a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're reason why all the doors are closed&lt;br /&gt;So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow&lt;br /&gt;And when it's time, you'll know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta ignite the light&lt;br /&gt;And let it shine&lt;br /&gt;Just own the night&lt;br /&gt;Like the Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on show 'em what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on let your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna leave 'em all in awe-awe-awe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;br /&gt;It's always been inside of you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time to let it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on show 'em what your worth&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on slet your colors burst&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna leave 'em all in awe-awe-awe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon&lt;br /&gt;Boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katy Perry Firework lyrics found on http://www.directlyrics.com/katy-perry-firework-lyrics.html&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-3751578993666564747?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/3751578993666564747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/04/firework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3751578993666564747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3751578993666564747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/04/firework.html' title='firework'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QGJuMBdaqIw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-2051780525474245616</id><published>2011-04-24T13:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:36:29.560+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Dear John</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRJpSnIIIi41DTx2FfeMkUJhdvOP44xC6Ht5h-3o7dcXxnKWJY7Ag" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRJpSnIIIi41DTx2FfeMkUJhdvOP44xC6Ht5h-3o7dcXxnKWJY7Ag" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the movie of Dear john lately. sad but not too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;at first, i planned to write a review about this movie. and i also wanted to write some of the letter sent between the two lovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but finally i decided to post the meaning of dear john letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so, here's the explanation of dear john letter:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A &lt;b&gt;"Dear John letter"&lt;/b&gt; is a letter written to a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Husband"&gt;husband&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boyfriend"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/a&gt; by his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wife"&gt;wife&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girlfriend"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/a&gt;  to inform him their relationship is over, usually because the author  has found another lover. Dear John Letters are often written out of an  inability or unwillingness to inform the person face to face. The  reverse situation, in which someone writes to his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wife"&gt;wife&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girlfriend"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/a&gt; to break off the relationship, is referred to as a "Dear Jane letter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While the exact origins of the phrase are unknown, it is commonly believed to have been coined by Americans during &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_II"&gt;World War II&lt;/a&gt;.  Large numbers of American troops were stationed overseas for many  months or years, and as time passed many of their wives or girlfriends  decided to begin a relationship with a new man rather than wait for  their old one to return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As letters to servicemen from wives or girlfriends back home would  typically contain affectionate language (such as "Dear Johnny", "My  dearest John", or simply "Darling"), a serviceman receiving a note  beginning with a curt "Dear John" would instantly be aware of the  letter's purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A writer in the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Democrat_and_Chronicle"&gt;Democrat and Chronicle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of Rochester, NY, summed it up in August 1945:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="templatequote"&gt;"Dear John," the letter began. "I have found someone else whom I  think the world of. I think the only way out is for us to get a  divorce," it said. They usually began like that, those letters that told  of infidelity on the part of the wives of servicemen... The men called  them "Dear Johns".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An early reference to Dear John letters was made in a United Press article of March 21, 1944.&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dear_John_letter#cite_note-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are a number of theories on why the name John is used rather  than any other. John was a common name in America at the time the term  was coined. John is also the name used in many other terms that refer to  an anonymous man or men, such as "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Doe"&gt;John Doe&lt;/a&gt;" or "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Smith_%28name%29" title="John Smith (name)"&gt;John Smith&lt;/a&gt;". Another possible source for the term is the "Dear John" soap opera which was on the radio from 1933 to 1944.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The phrase "&lt;a class="extiw" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/that%27s_all_she_wrote" title="wikt:that's all she wrote"&gt;that's all she wrote&lt;/a&gt;"  is believed to have originated from Dear John letters. These letters  would contain either the words "Dear John" and abruptly terminate, or  only contain the words "Dear John, goodbye." The phrase "that's all she  wrote" is used to indicate the end of story or an abrupt end of story,  especially when the reader has a desire to know more, but the writer  does not want to fulfill that desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;source:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_520407462"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dear_John_letter"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dear_John_letter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-2051780525474245616?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/2051780525474245616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/2051780525474245616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/2051780525474245616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-john.html' title='Dear John'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-3692172639259000002</id><published>2011-03-06T11:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T11:47:43.762+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><title type='text'>to my unborn baby</title><content type='html'>saat ini, meski aku belum bisa memelukmu karena kau masih bertumbuh dalam rahimku, aku rela melepaskan semua yang telah ada dalam genggamanku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hingga nanti ketika tiba waktumu, kedua tanganku akan leluasa untuk memelukmu erat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun aku tahu, suatu hari nanti pelukanku hanya akan menjadi sebuah genggaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan suatu hari nanti di waktu yang lebih lama, di masa yang akan datang, genggaman itu akan terlepas dan kau lepaskan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena saat itu kau telah mampu berdiri sendiri, menjalani hidupmu, menapaki mimpimu, dan menjajaki petualanganmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya ingin kau tahu. I knew i love you before i met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencintaimu dan akan selalu berusaha untuk berikan semampuku, seadanya, seperti seharusnya, dengan tulus, meski tak mungkin tanpa cela. Karena aku bukan ibu yang sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin kau tahu, betapa hadirmu sangat diharapkan dan diinginkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-3692172639259000002?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/3692172639259000002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-my-unborn-baby_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3692172639259000002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3692172639259000002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-my-unborn-baby_06.html' title='to my unborn baby'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-3012893035711708569</id><published>2011-02-24T14:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T14:41:00.720+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><title type='text'>relaksasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kita menghabiskan begitu banyak waktu memacu diri kita menggapai tujuan-tujuan pribadi, kita bahkan sudah tidak ingat kapan terakhir kali kita beristirahat. ketika menyadari diri kita sedang hamil, salah satu reaksi pertama kita adalah menggertakkan gigi, meyakinkan diri kalau kita tidak akan membiarkan seorang bayi memperlambat gerakan kita.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;jika kita siap menyerahkan diri pada penyakit jantung di usia muda, silakan melanjutkan perjalanan. kita tidak akan bisa terus bekerja tiada henti tanpa mengalami jatuuh sakit, baik tubuh, pikiran, maupun jiwa. kehamilan adalah saat yang tepat untuk melepaskan perilaku-perilaku serba cepat yang telah membawa kesuksesan bagi kita. ini adalah saatnya untuk mengurangi kecepatan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;i&gt;seorang dokter ahli kandungan yang bijak pernah berpesan kepada pasien-pasiennya, "Jangan berdiri jika anda dapat duduk, dan jangan duduk jika anda dapat berbaring. Dan jangan berpikir saat istirahat anda sedang tidak melakukan apa-apa - Anda sedang membuat seorang bayi!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;(diary during pregnancy- beth wilson saavedra)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah banyak mengeluh pada postingan sebelumnya karena merasa hidupku dijajah oleh keterlambatan dan ketidakefektivan kerja,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;aku menyadari bahwa aku sedang melakukan pekerjaan yang sangat efektif dan produktif. karena itu aku mudah lelah dan hampir tidak bisa melakukan pekerjaan yang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;baiklah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;akan kuturuti semua nasehat dokter. dan menikmati kehamilanku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;semangatttttttt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;man shabara zhafira.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-3012893035711708569?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/3012893035711708569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/02/relaksasi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3012893035711708569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3012893035711708569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/02/relaksasi.html' title='relaksasi'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-4869259743708233402</id><published>2011-02-22T11:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T08:24:07.702+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><title type='text'>after all this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;hampir sebulan menghilang dari dunia maya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;hampir sebulan mematikan handphone sampai di tegur atasan, di komplain suami, ditinggalkan teman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;pun begitu, aku tak peduli, aku bergeming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;baru hari ini aku kembali membuka koneksi internet, itupun hanya membuka blog ini. tidak yang lainnnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;aku merasa berhutang penjelasan kepada dunia (hehe sok penting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;meskipun sebenarnya tak ada yang bisa ku jelaskan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;aku frustasi. aku tertekan, terkadang sampai putus asa, meski ada kesadaran bahwa semua ini layak diperjuangkan dan memang harus kujalani karena aku akan mengemban tugas yang sangat mulia, menjadi IBU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menjalani trimester pertama kehamilan, ternyata cukup sulit bagiku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;memasuki bulan ketiga, emesis yang kualami bukannya berkurang, malah bertambah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;semakin payah aku menjalani hari hari. produktivitas kerja merosot drastis. yang bisa kulakukan hanya mengajar seadanya, lalu pulang dan tidur. sambil berusaha terus makan dan kembali memuntahkan semuanya setelah setengah jam tertelan dengan susah payah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;frustasi. FRUSTASI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;baju baju mulai sesak di badan, sudah waktunya belanja perlengkapan ibu hamil. tapi aku tak punya tenaga untuk itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;bahkan untuk membeli camilan di mini market yang berjarak 100 meter dari rumah saja aku tak mampu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;ya ALLAH.... man shabara zhafira......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;itulah mantra yang selalu aku gumamkan setiap kali rasa mual dan pusing menyerang. menguasai seluruh tubuhku, tanpa bisa aku hindari atau aku lawan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;kalau sudah begitu, berkomunikasi dengan makhluk hidup adalah hal yang sangat ku hindari. aku lebih baik sendiri, mencoba untuk tidur, atau sekedar membaca buku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;kedipan lampu handphone menjadi hal yang sangat mengganggu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;27 januari 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;pulsaku habis. ada beberapa panggilan tak terjawab, ada beberapa sms yang belum ku balas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;bukannya mengisi ulang pulsa, aku malah mematikan handphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;ajaib, aku tidur dengan sangat nyeyak, tanpa merasa bersalah pada teman teman virtual yang kutinggalkan tanpa jawaban.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;28 januari 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;pulsaku masih kosong. handphone masih belum aku aktifkan kembali. aku berhasil memuntahkan semua sarapan dan makan siangku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;tak ada niat untuk memasuki dunia virtual. dunia nyataku berantakan. tak ada yang kulakukan selain menikmati emesis sepanjang hari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 februari 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;mengajar sampai petang. aku merasa baik baik saja. terimakasih ya ALLAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;4 februari 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;seminggu tanpa handphone, tanpa internet. aku merasa sangat baik. kembali pada kehidupan tahun 80an. ketika kau tak bisa dihubungi selain lewat telpon rumah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;beberapa rekan kerja mulai menanyakan kenapa aku tak bisa dihubungi. aku tak peduli.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;8 februari 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;suamiku meminta isi ulang pulsa untuk yang kesekian kali lewat handphone kakaku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;maaf sayang, sudah dua minggu aku tak mengisi pulsa handphone ku sendiri. dan aku tidak merasa berasalah jika tak bisa mengisi pulsa handphone mu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;14 februari 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;kunjungan ke obgyn yang ketiga. aku bisa melihat janinku dalam bentuk yang utuh. dia memiliki semuanya. meski belum terlalu jelas terlihat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;saat itu aku tau semua penderitaanku dengan emesis dan sakit kepala ternyata berguna bagi makhluk kecil yang bertumbuh dalam rahimku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;Alhamdulillah.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;18 februari 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;kembali mengalami emesis sepanjang hari. tiga kali muntah setiap setengah jam setelah selesai makan. bahkan es krim blue berry pun tak bisa aku telan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;man shabara zhafira.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;kuatkan aku ya Allah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;19 februari 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;emesis yang menyiksa di pagi hari. meski perut ini tak kuisi apapun sejak kemarin malam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;kesabaranku hilang. aku menangis sambil memakai kerudung. 30 menit lagi bel masuk sekolah berbunyi, dan aku masih berkutat dengan rasa mual yang menyiksa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;maaf Tuhan, aku datang pagi ini untuk mengeluh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;akhirnya aku berangkat ke sekolah dengan mata sembab, dan hati yang kesal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;Alhmadulillah....semuanya terhapus karena keceriaan di dalam kelas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;terimakasih untuk anak-anak brilliant yang bersedia berbagi hari bersamaku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;20 februari 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;kepalaku sangat sakit sepanjang hari, tak ada obat yang bisa dikonsumsi untuk menghilangkannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;mual kembali menyerang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;man shabara zhafira.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;ingin pergi belanja membeli maternity clothes, apa daya, melangkah ke rumah tetangga pun aku tak sanggup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;21 februari 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;terbangun tengah malam dalam keadaan haus dan lapar. aku bersimbah peluh. ternyata AC di kamar rusak dan mati dengan sendirinya.&lt;/div&gt;aku habiskan satu jam untuk mengutak atik AC tapi tak berhasil.&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya, aku kembali tertidur karena lelah.&lt;br /&gt;berangkat ke sekolah dengan harapan semuanya akan baik-baik saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 februari 2011&lt;br /&gt;hari ini, aku menuliskan pengalaman kehamilanku.&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya lebih berisi keluhan,&lt;br /&gt;maafkan aku Tuhan. lagi-lagi, hamba datang untuk mengeluh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;aku tahu, pada batas kesabaranku dan keimananku, ini adalah karunia Mu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;telah diberikan kepadaku satu tugas yang mulia, satu kesempatan yang luar biasa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;untuk menjadi IBU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;kuatkan aku ya Allah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;man shabara zhafira.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-4869259743708233402?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/4869259743708233402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/02/after-all-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4869259743708233402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4869259743708233402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/02/after-all-this-time.html' title='after all this time'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-858883369864466100</id><published>2011-01-21T11:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:11:47.319+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><title type='text'>healing-sami yusuf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tug63dI4MEY?hd=1" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="460"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-858883369864466100?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/858883369864466100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/01/healing-sami-yusuf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/858883369864466100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/858883369864466100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/01/healing-sami-yusuf.html' title='healing-sami yusuf'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Tug63dI4MEY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-6284345398827933997</id><published>2011-01-09T17:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T07:45:38.228+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><title type='text'>new year, new life???</title><content type='html'>Another year has gone.&lt;br /&gt;A new year comes.&lt;br /&gt;Since i've done many bad decisions in the past year, i decided to live my life differently in the next year to come.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a different person, i want to live a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the doubts and ugly thoughts, i start to plan and act for preparing my new life.&lt;br /&gt;I change my name, and put a new one.&lt;br /&gt;I sell my house, and buy a new one. As well as my car.&lt;br /&gt;I quit my job, and apply for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;I leave my home town, and live in a new one.&lt;br /&gt;I say good bye to my old friends, and i say hi to the new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now i'm ready for a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in a new morning, inside my new bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;I drive my new car to my new office.&lt;br /&gt;I say hi to my new friends who calling me with my new name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dont feel a new ME.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still ME.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing new in me.&lt;br /&gt;The beating heart inside me is still the same.&lt;br /&gt;The breathing lung inside me is still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the same hands, the same feet, the same eyes, the same ears, and when i look at the mirror i still smile and cry in the same way as i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed&lt;br /&gt;i live in a new town, with new job, new car, new name, new friends, but i am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize that no matter how hard i try, i can't get a new life.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how ruin my life is, i can't get a new one and leave the old behind.&lt;br /&gt;I have to FIX it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here i am&lt;br /&gt;i am still me&lt;br /&gt;living my life&lt;br /&gt;fixing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-6284345398827933997?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/6284345398827933997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/6284345398827933997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/6284345398827933997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-life.html' title='new year, new life???'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-6705980985350742798</id><published>2010-12-30T20:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:14:57.393+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><title type='text'>catatan akhir tahun</title><content type='html'>hujan turun begitu deras sore itu. Pedagang terompet bersembunyi di balik terpal terpal plastik. Sepertinya malam tahun baru tidak akan meriah karena guyuran hujan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa acara outdoor terlihat sepi pengunjung. Warung warung tenda dipinggir jalan bersaing menarik pengunjung yang hanya hitungan jari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bergegas ingin pulang. Memacu mobilku menembus genangan air dan guyuran hujan. Hujan begitu lebat, hingga aku harus membatasi kecepatan karena jarak pandang yang terbatas.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu lintas cukup padat. Tapi kupikir orang orang lebih banyak yang berjalan pulang daripada yang berniat pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada tempat berlindung yang lebih hangat selain rumah dan cinta keluarga.&lt;br /&gt;Lagu james blunt mengalun merdu dari radio, menambah suasana dingin dalam mobil karena aku memvisualkan video klipnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku semakin rindu rumah yang hangat.&lt;br /&gt;Sudah terbayang coklat panas dan kue lumpur di atas meja makan yang disiapkan ibu untukku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lampu menyala merah saat aku tiba di perempatan. Beberapa anak yang kuyup menengadahkan tangan meminta sedekah. Aku enggan membuka kaca. Aku hiraukan mereka sambil terus mengingat adegan james blunt duduk di salju tanpa baju. Brrrrrr.......dingin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lampu hapeku berkedip, kulirik waktu di traffic light, masih 30 detik. Ku sempatkan untuk membaca sms yang masuk.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi...selamat tahun baru, semoga semua resolusi tahun ini terwujud...."&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi ucapan selamat tahun baru dari teman kuliah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak ku balas sms itu. Lampu sudah berubah hijau, aku harus melanjutkan mengemudi.Genangan air menutupi beberapa lubang jalanan, mobilkupun terpaksa melewatinya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampir setiap hari aku melewati jalanan yang sama, dua kali. Kondisi jalan terkadang baik, terkadang buruk. Dan untuk tahun yang baru, aku berharap semua jalanan mulus untuk dilalui.&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang lagu yang terdengar adalah a new day has come.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. Benar benar cocok untuk menyambut tahun baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya kalau dipikir lagi, apa artinya tahun baru. Hanya perayaan bergantinya hari? Bergantinya angka? Bagaimana jika jam dirumah mu mati? Apakah kau tahu bahwa hari sudah berganti? Bahwa satu tahun sudah berlalu?&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa begitu banyak orang sibuk merangkai resolusi? Mengapa akupun turut sibuk membuat resolusi?&lt;br /&gt;Ada berapa banyak resolusi yang telah ku buat? Adakah yang tercapai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pikiranku melayang pada tumpukan laporan diatas meja kerjaku. Tumpukan makalah para mahasiswaku. Semuanya belum selesai aku periksa.&lt;br /&gt;Proposal kerjasama yang belum sempat aku ketik ulang. Usulan short term course ke singapore yang baru setengahnya. Daftar belanja bulanan yang dipesan ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolusi? Resolusi apa yang akan aku buat?&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya kemungkinan besar akan bertengger di agenda tahunan yang berdebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa detik pikiranku teralihkan dan aku kehilangan konsentrasi. Mobilku mengarah pada lubang jalanan yang cukup besar. Aku berusaha untuk menghindar tapi malah menabrak pembatas jalan.&lt;br /&gt;Sial..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bemper depan mobilku penyok. Aku berhenti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berhenti berpikir. Aku berhenti mengemudi. Aku meminggirkan mobilku.&lt;br /&gt;Ingin rasanya turun. Membiarkan hujan membasahi kepalaku dan seluruh tubuhku. Ingin rasanya membiarkan air hujan mengalir, menghapuskan semua keburukanku di tahun lalu. Menghanyutkan ketidakwarasanku. Menyapu semua kebencian, putus asa, dan rasa bersalahku. Menghilangkan semua noda kebohonganku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi semua itu tak akan mungkin. Jika hujan menghapus semua keburukanku, maka kebaikanku pun akan ikut terhapus.&lt;br /&gt;Jika hujan menghanyutkan ketidakwarasanku, maka kewarasanku pun akan ikut hanyut. Jika hujan menyapu semua rasa, maka aku akan kehilangan cinta, kasih, dan sayang dalam hatiku. Jika hujan menghilangkan kebohonganku, maka kejujurankupun akan ikut hilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menyalakan lampu emergency, mengambil payung, lalu melangkah keluar. Kerusakannya tidak terlalu parah.&lt;br /&gt;Sudahlah, aku sebaiknya meneruskan perjalanan pulang. Aku tidak mau membuat ibu khawatir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tetaplah aku, betapapun tahun berganti baru. &lt;br /&gt;Aku dengan semua kewarasan dan kegilaan ku, dengan semua rasaku, dengan semua bohong dan jujur ku, dengan semua benar dan salah ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi setidaknya, aku jadi punya resolusi untuk tahun baru.&lt;br /&gt;Mengganti bemper mobilku :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat tahun baru tahun 2020 kawans......&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-6705980985350742798?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/6705980985350742798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/12/catatan-akhir-tahun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/6705980985350742798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/6705980985350742798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/12/catatan-akhir-tahun.html' title='catatan akhir tahun'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-1221327886407723555</id><published>2010-12-28T20:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:49:21.485+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>just the way you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;satu lagi lagu yang perlu dihayati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;terutama oleh mereka yang selalu merasa ga PEDE dengan tampilan dirinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;saatnya untuk meningkatkan kadar narsisme positif dalam diri kita kawans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;mari jadikan resolusi untuk tahun 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;love yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;don't depend on others opinion about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;do not wait for others compliment just to prove that youre worthed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-color: rgb(255, 102, 0) rgb(255, 102, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-style: solid solid none; border-width: 1px 1px 0px; padding: 3px; width: 310px;"&gt;&lt;object height="259" width="310"&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk&amp;amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk&amp;amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="300"&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=834574&amp;amp;speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/bruno_mars/" target="_blank"&gt;Bruno Mars lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/bruno_mars/just_the_way_you_are.html" target="_blank"&gt;Just The Way You Are lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1221327886407723555?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1221327886407723555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-way-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1221327886407723555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1221327886407723555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-way-you-are.html' title='just the way you are'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-5353915389808390961</id><published>2010-12-25T11:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T11:12:21.813+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>berganti musim</title><content type='html'>cinta kita bertumbuh di musim panas&lt;br /&gt;saat matahari bersinar terik&lt;br /&gt;saat debu menutupi jalanan&lt;br /&gt;saat pedagang es diserbu pembeli&lt;br /&gt;saat jas hujan menjadi penghuni tetap lemari gudang&lt;br /&gt;saat baju baju tipis menjadi kostum favorit&lt;br /&gt;saat kerupuk mudah mekar di penggorengan&lt;br /&gt;saat anak anak bebas bermain di luar rumah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kini&lt;br /&gt;ketika musim berganti hujan&lt;br /&gt;ketika langit diselimuti mendung sepanjang hari&lt;br /&gt;ketika genangan air memehuni jalanan&lt;br /&gt;ketika pedagang wedang jahe dicari-cari&lt;br /&gt;ketika jas hujan sama pentingnya dengan SIM&lt;br /&gt;ketika jaket menjadi kostum wajib&lt;br /&gt;ketika kerupuk terasa bantet&lt;br /&gt;ketika anak anak lebih banyak menonton tv di rumah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masihkah cinta kita bertumbuh?&lt;br /&gt;ataukah hujan telah membawanya pada muara perpisahan dan kenangan?&lt;br /&gt;Entah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-5353915389808390961?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/5353915389808390961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/12/berganti-musim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5353915389808390961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5353915389808390961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/12/berganti-musim.html' title='berganti musim'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-313265578468915486</id><published>2010-12-02T19:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:50:07.281+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>black and white panda</title><content type='html'>changed my blog template with the pictures of panda.&lt;br /&gt;love the color of its black and white skin.&lt;br /&gt;so i searched for the legend of how the giant panda acquired his color. and this is the story about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;The legends begins with the panda as a totally white bear. One day a     little girl happened to run across a white panda and a leopard fighting. Trying to save     the defenseless panda she charged the leopard with a large bamboo shoot, striking him over     and over again. The leopard was not hurt by the bamboo and turned on the little girl     instead. This act of bravery saved the panda’s life but the little girl lost hers in     the struggle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;All the white pandas held a funeral in honor of the brave little girl     and wore black armbands as a sign of mourning. The black dye of the armbands, moistened by     many tears from the pandas, began to run. When the pandas wiped their eyes, the armband     left black marks. When the pandas consoled each other by hugging, the dye left black spots     on their backs. When they covered their ears to block out the sound of crying, the black     dye colored their ears.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;bahasa subtitle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Cerita ini Bermula dengan Seorang Gadis Kecil yang Berteman dengan Seekor panda Kecil. Pada awalnya Semua Panda Raksasa Bewarna Putih secara Keseluruhan (polos). Suatu Hari Gadis tersebut sedang Melewati hutan bambu Melihat Segerombolan panda Yang Sedang diserang Oleh seekor Macan tutul. Kemudian Gadis tersebut menolong panda Melawan Macan tutul tersebut dengan Batang bambu dengan memukuli macan tutul tersebut. dan Si Macan tutul Pun berhasil dikalahkan, tetapi Sang Gadis Juga mendapat Luka Yang Cukup Serius Karena Cakaran Dan gigitan Macan tutul. akrhinya Sang Gadis Pun Meninggal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Keesokan Harinya Semua Panda Mengadakan Upacara Penguburan Sang Gadis. Untuk Menghormati Jasa Sang Gadis yang telah Mengorbankan nyawanya. Semua Panda Menggunakan Abu untuk Menghitamkan Tangan Dan kaki Mereka Sebagai Tanda Berkabung dalam upacara tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika Panda Mengusap air mata Warna Hitam Melekat pada matanya, Ketika panda saling memeluk Satu Sama Lain Warna Hitam Melekat pada Punggung Mereka, Dan ketika panda menutup Telinga Mereka karena Mendengar Suara Tangis Semua panda lain, warna Hitam Pun Melekat Pada telinga Mereka.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;so, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;does it make any sense at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;well, its just a legend anyway.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;just enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-313265578468915486?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/313265578468915486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/12/black-and-white-panda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/313265578468915486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/313265578468915486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/12/black-and-white-panda.html' title='black and white panda'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-5536005146691450462</id><published>2010-12-01T19:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:35:13.404+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><title type='text'>hari untuk ibu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ibu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bunda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mamih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;emak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;apapun sebutannya, sosok manusia ini adalah bagian terpenting dalam hidupku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;setiap kali sesi ESQ, ataupun sesi muhasabah, ataupun sesi renungan malam, atau sesi bintal, bagian yang paling menyentuh dah berhasil membuatku tersedu sedan adalah ketika mulai membahas tentang ibu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bersyukurlah aku masih bisa mencium hangatnya tangan ibu setiap pagi, masih bisa melihat hangatnya tatap kasih sayang ibu setiap senja, dan masih bisa merasakan hangatnya kecupan ibu saat malam menjelang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bulan desember adalah bulan yang istimewa bagi kaum ibu di indonesia, karena setiap tanggal 22 desember diperingati hari ibu. meski bagiku setiap hari adalah hari ibu, karena setiap detik cinta ibu selalu menyertaiku.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;masih 21 hari menjelang peringatan hari ibu, tapi pikiranku sudah sibuk dengan rencana-rencana istimewa untuk ibu di hari itu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;apa yang akan kau lakukan untuk ibu mu pada hari ibu kawans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku sendiri masih belum tahu. karena perayaan teristimewa sekalipun tidak akan pernah mengalahkan istimewanya ibu. hadiah semahal apapun tidak akan mampu membalas kasih sayang ibu. liburan ketempat paling indah dimanapun tidak akan pernah sama indahnya dengan pengorbanan ibu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- i love you BUNDA -&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-5536005146691450462?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/5536005146691450462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/12/hari-untuk-ibu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5536005146691450462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5536005146691450462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/12/hari-untuk-ibu.html' title='hari untuk ibu'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-8449881932952361444</id><published>2010-12-01T19:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:02:41.150+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><title type='text'>narkissos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;narsis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;serius?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;seberapa nariskah dirimu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mengawali hari di bulan terkahir tahun 2010, aku ingin membahas hal yang sudah banyak dibahas. merasa tergelitik dengan tingkah seseorang yang sangat narsis dan bangga menyebut dirinya narsis hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sering k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; dengar istilah narsis belakangan ini. Sebenarnya narsisme atau ‘Narcissism’ bukan hal baru. Narcissism berasal dari mitos Yunani tua tentang Narcissus, seorang pemuda yang kena kutuk jatuh cinta pada bayangannya sendiri di sebuah kolam. Istilah Narcissism kemudian digunakan untuk mendeskripsikan seseorang yang mempunyai sifat mencintai diri sendiri yang berlebihan, berdasarkan pada ego pribadi, merasa lebih baik dari orang lain. Seseorang yang narsis atau ‘narcissistic’ cenderung ingin selalu sempurna dan mengontrol orang lain. The American Psychiatric Association memperkirakan satu dari setiap 100 orang memenuhi kriteria narsisme yang parah, yang disebut dengan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mardikurniawan.blogspot.com/2009/01/arti-kata-narsis-atau-narsisme-dan-asal.html"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Narcissus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Konon dalam dongeng masyarakat Yunanni kuno, hiduplah seorang pemuda yang bernama Narsis. Narsis adalah putra dari Dewa dan Bidadari. Orangnya tampan, namun kaku, cuek, dan angkuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada suatu ketika Narsis sedang duduk-duduk ditepi kolam yang airnya bening. Dari tepi kolam itu, dia melihat betapa tampannya dirinya. Karena bayangan wajahnya yang begitu mempesona, Narsis akhirnya jatuh cinta dengan bayangan dalam kolam itu. Narsis jatuh cinta dengan dirinya sendiri. Sebenarnya teman-teman Narsis banyak yang jatuh cinta kepadanya, tetapi Narsis tidak pernah merespon mereka, ia hanya jatuh cinta pada dirinya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada seorang teman perempuan yang jatuh cinta kepada Narsis, namanya Gema. Gema adalah putri dari kayangan. Orangnya cantik, tetapi dia tidak normal dalam berbicara. Gema tidak bisa bicara dengan kalimatnya sendiri, tetapi hanya bicara dan mengucapkan kata-kata yang baru didengarnya dari orang lain. ketika Narsis bicara, “bagaimana kabarmu?”, Gema menjawab, “kabarmuuuuuuuu……”. “kamu dari mana?”, Gema menjawab, ”darimanaaaa….”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena komunikasi antara Narsis dan Gema ini tidak lancar maka cinta Gema tidak kesampaian. Cintanya tidak didengar oleh Narsis, dan iapun frustasi. Gema bersedih dan menangis. Air matanya menetes begitu banyak sampai akhirnya melarutkan tubuh Gema. Oleh sebab itulah sampai saat ini kita hanya bisa mendengar suara Gema, tetapi wujudnya kita tidak bisa melihat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada suatu kesempatan Narsis berjalan-jalan di tengah hutan. Ditempat itu dia merasakan rindu dengan pemuda yang selalu dilihatnya didalam kolam. Sampailah dia ditepi kolam yang airnya tenang. Disekelilingnya dikelilingi banyak pohon cemara. Begitu memandang ke kolam kembali dia tertegun. Ditatapnya wajah yang begitu tampan didalam kolam itu. Narsis berlutut dan ingin menyentuh wajah itu. Namun ketika wajah itu disentuh, berubahlah wajah itu menjadi riak-riak kecil air. Ditunggulah beberapa saat sampai air itu kembali tenang. Disentuhlah lagi wajah itu, dan kembali pula berubah menjadi riak air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narsis terus menunggu ditepi kolam itu. Dia terus merindukan pemuda dalam kolam itu. Perasaan itu begitu menyiksa. Bertanyalah ia kepada pohon cemara, “Pohon Cemara, apakah engkau pernah merasakan kerinduan seperti ini?. Narsis terus memandangi wajah itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari berlalu Narsis akhirnya sadar bahwa wajah itu adalah wajahnya. Apa yang dia inginkan sudah ia punyai. Apa yang dia rindukan sudah didapatkan. Dia menyadari dan mulai belajar mencintai orang lain. tiba-tiba Narsis merasakan seluruh tubuhnya terasa hangat. Kulitnya memancarkan cahaya yang lembut. Api cinta telah menyala dalam diri Narsis. Api itu telah membakar dan meluluhkan hati Narsis yang selama ini membeku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian lama Narsis tidak muncul, teman-teman Narsis mencari ditepi kolam itu. Tetapi mereka tidak menemukannya. Mereka hanya melihat sekuntum bunga. Bagian tengahnya berwarna kuning, bentuknya seperti terompet. Kelopak bunga dibagian pingirnya berwarna putih lembut. Teman-temannya yakin itu adalah Narsis, yang tubuhnya telah menjadi bunga. Bunga itu namanya adalah bunga Narsis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narsisisme"&gt;Narsisme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Narsisisme&lt;/b&gt; (dari &lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bahasa_Inggris" title="Bahasa Inggris"&gt;bahasa Inggris&lt;/a&gt;) atau &lt;b&gt;narsisme&lt;/b&gt; (dari &lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bahasa_Belanda" title="Bahasa Belanda"&gt;bahasa Belanda&lt;/a&gt;) adalah perasaan cinta terhadap diri sendiri yang berlebihan. Orang yang mengalami gejala ini disebut narsisis (&lt;i&gt;narcissist&lt;/i&gt;). Istilah ini pertama kali digunakan dalam &lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psikologi" title="Psikologi"&gt;psikologi&lt;/a&gt; oleh &lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigmund_Freud" title="Sigmund Freud"&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;/a&gt; dengan mengambil dari tokoh dalam mitos &lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yunani" title="Yunani"&gt;Yunani&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narkissos" title="Narkissos"&gt;Narkissos &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bahasa_Latin" title="Bahasa Latin"&gt;bahasa Latin&lt;/a&gt;: Narcissus), yang dikutuk sehingga ia mencintai bayangannya sendiri di kolam. Tanpa sengaja ia menjulurkan tangannya, sehingga ia tenggelam dan tumbuh bunga yang sampai sekarang disebut bunga &lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narsis" title="Narsis"&gt;narsis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sifat narsisisme ada dalam setiap manusia sejak lahir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;, bahkan Andrew Morrison berpendapat bahwa&amp;nbsp; dimilikinya sifat narsisisme dalam jumlah yang cukup akan membuat seseorang memiliki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persepsi" style="font-family: inherit;" title="Persepsi"&gt;persepsi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; yang seimbang antara kebutuhannya dalam hubungannya dengan orang lain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;. Narsisisme memiliki sebuah peranan yang sehat dalam artian membiasakan seseorang untuk berhenti bergantung pada standar dan prestasi orang lain demi membuat dirinya bahagia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; Namun apabila jumlahnya berlebihan, dapat menjadi suatu kelainan kepribadian yang bersifat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patologi" style="font-family: inherit;" title="Patologi"&gt;patologis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;. Kelainan kepribadian atau bisa disebut juga penyimpangan kepribadian merupakan istilah umum untuk jenis penyakit mental seseorang, dimana pada kondisi tersebut cara berpikir, cara memahami situasi dan kemampuan berhubungan dengan orang lain tidak berfungsi normal. Kondisi itu membuat seseorang memiliki sifat yang menyebabkannya merasa dan berperilaku dengan cara-cara yang menyedihkan, membatasi kemampuannya untuk dapat berperan dalam suatu hubungan. Seseorang yang narsis biasanya memiliki rasa percaya diri yang sangat kuat, namun apabila narsisme yang dimilikinya sudah mengarah pada kelainan yang bersifat patologis, maka rasa percaya diri yang kuat tersebut dapat digolongkan sebagai bentuk rasa percaya diri yang tidak sehat, karena hanya memandang dirinya lah yang paling hebat dari orang lain tanpa bisa menghargai orang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://joyfuljoyseeker.blogspot.com/2010/01/narsisme-yang-sehat.html"&gt;Narsis yang sehat?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Narsisme memiliki sebuah peranan yang berguna dalam hidup dalam artian membiasakan Anda untuk berhenti bergantung pada standar dan prestasi orang lain untuk membuat diri Anda bahagia. Narsisme, jika dikendalikan dengan baik, adalah sebuah perilaku yang sehat sebagai mana dijelaskan oleh seorang ahli di bidang transformasi, David Cicia, sebagai berikut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Narcissism is built into our very beings. Focus on self (ego) is essential to life, living and functioning. Individual existence is narcissistic, thus it’s called existential narcissim. Psychology – especially object-relations psychology – has pointed out the central importance of narcissism in normal human development and functioning. They call it primary narcissism, and it is healthy. On the other hand, toxic narcissism is what causes subjective suffering. It is the over-focus on self, as part of the downward spiralling negative feedback loop that comes from the basic misstep of attention.“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Jadi sampai manakah batas perilaku narsis yang baik dan positif? Saya menggali jawabannya dari kitab para psikolog yang menyatakan bahwa gangguan narsisistik yang cukup serius terjadi seandainya seseorang memenuhi 5 dari 9 ciri berikut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; 1. Grandiose view of one’s importance, arrogance. Merasa diri paling hebat namun seringkali tidak sesuai dengan potensi atau kompetensi yang dimiliki dan ia senang memamerkan apa yang dimiliki termasuk gelar (prestasi) dan harta benda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; 2. Preoccupation with one’s success, beauty, brilliance;.Dipenuhi dengan fantasi tentang kesuksesan, kekuasaan, kepintaran, kecantikan atau cinta sejati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;   3. Extreme need of admiration. Memiliki kebutuhan yang eksesif untuk dikagumi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;   4. Strong sense of entitlement. Merasa layak untuk diperlakukan secara istimewa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;   5. Lacks of empathy. Kurang empati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;   6. Tendency to exploit others. Mengeksploitasi hubungan interpersonal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;   7. Envy of others. Seringkali memiliki rasa iri pada orang lain atau menganggap bahwa orang lain iri kepadanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;   8. Shows arrogant, haughty behavior or attitudes. Angkuh, memandang rendah orang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;   9. Believe that she or he is special and unique. Percaya bahwa dirinya adalah spesial dan unik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi mulailah atau lanjutkan menjadi narsis dan jangkiti hidup Anda dengan virus narsis juga sebanyak mungkin, namun batasi agar tidak sampai menyentuh lima dari kriteria perilaku di atas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jagalah agar narsis anda tetap dalam batasan sehat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;remember too much narsissim will kill you hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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lapuk berserakan di pelataran&lt;br /&gt;hingga porselen berkerak di kedaton&lt;br /&gt;hingga buku-buku menguning dan berselimut debu&lt;br /&gt;hingga laba-laba selesai membangun sarangnya di pojokan atap&lt;br /&gt;hingga mentari dan bintang bergantian menyulam hari&lt;br /&gt;i love you......       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-8145713421599110698?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/8145713421599110698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/11/bertahan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8145713421599110698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hundred times&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;that i'm numb&lt;br /&gt;i've been hurting myself thousand times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt; that i'm numb&lt;br /&gt;i've been falling over and over again that i hit my head and broke my brain so badly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i'm numb&lt;br /&gt;my heart is numb&lt;br /&gt;my body is numb&lt;br /&gt;my brain is numb&lt;br /&gt;i can't feel nor think&lt;br /&gt;except one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1773128565687270035?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1773128565687270035/comments/default' title='Post 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Ne-Yo - Hate That I Love You .mp3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/corner-topright2.gif); background-repeat: repeat; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: bottom;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="middle"&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/left-ltrow2.gif); width: 16px;" width="16"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/light2.gif); background-repeat: repeat; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; vertical-align: bottom;"&gt;&lt;embed align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" class="beeplayer" flashvars="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xCDDFF3&amp;amp;leftbg=0x357DCE&amp;amp;lefticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;amp;rightbg=0x64F051&amp;amp;rightbghover=0x1BAD07&amp;amp;righticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;amp;righticonhover=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;text=0x357DCE&amp;amp;slider=0x357DCE&amp;amp;track=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;border=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;loader=0xAF2910&amp;amp;soundFile=http%3A//rnb.az/07-10-30/Rihanna_feat._Ne-Yo_-_Hate_that_i_love_you.mp3" height="24" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://beemp3.com/player/player.swf" style="height: 24px; width: 290px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="290" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;img src="http://beemp3.com/player/logo_small.gif" style="border: 0pt none; padding: 0pt; vertical-align: bottom;" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/right-ltrow2.gif); width: 16px;" width="16"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="16"&gt;&lt;img src="http://beemp3.com/player/corner-bottomleft2.gif" style="border: 0pt none; padding: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/bkgnd-bottom2.gif); background-repeat: repeat-x; border: 0pt none; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; text-align: center; vertical-align: top;"&gt;Found at &lt;a href="http://beemp3.com/download.php?file=2329525&amp;amp;song=Hate+That+I+Love+You"&gt;bee mp3 search engine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="16"&gt;&lt;img src="http://beemp3.com/player/corner-bottomright2.gif" style="border: 0pt none; padding: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand ya&lt;br /&gt;Most everything you do make me wanna smile&lt;br /&gt;Can I not like it for a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but you won't let me&lt;br /&gt;You upset me, girl, and then you kiss my lips&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I forget that I was upset&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hate it&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly what to do&lt;br /&gt;So that I can't stay mad at you&lt;br /&gt;For too long, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I hate it&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly how to touch&lt;br /&gt;So that I don't wanna fuss and fight no more&lt;br /&gt;Said, I despise that I adore you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you, boy&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you, boy&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you completely know the power that you have&lt;br /&gt;The only one that makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Sad and it's not fair how you take advantage of the fact&lt;br /&gt;That I love you beyond the reason why&lt;br /&gt;And it just ain't right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you, girl&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you, girl&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;But I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days, maybe your magic won't affect me&lt;br /&gt;And your kiss won't make me weak&lt;br /&gt;But no one in this world knows me the way you know me&lt;br /&gt;So you'll probably always have a spell on me, yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;That's how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;That's how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;That's how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you, boy&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you, girl&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;But I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z SONGS; SUPER SAYIN PUBLISHING; SONY/ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING UK LTD; EMI MUSIC PUB. LTD.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;=================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-5899327648385857285?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/5899327648385857285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/11/hate-that-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5899327648385857285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5899327648385857285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/11/hate-that-i-love-you.html' title='hate that i love you'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-8970101695797324198</id><published>2010-11-27T09:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:45:03.451+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'>Bagaimana rasanya menjadi panda???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBeB0H5wjE2-5zQUEgCmmeSnW9frKuptRbpeskO2RgfvmAqBvx" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBeB0H5wjE2-5zQUEgCmmeSnW9frKuptRbpeskO2RgfvmAqBvx" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pernahkah berpikir bagaimana rasanya menjadi panda??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah sama dengan perasaan orang yang mencintai tetapi tak bisa memiliki.&lt;br /&gt;Mengatakannya kepada orang yang dicintai saja tidak bisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa mungkin sama rasanya dengan orang yang merindukan kekasihnya tetapi tak bisa bertemu.&lt;br /&gt;Mendengar suara kekasihnya saja tidak bisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau mungkin sama rasanya dengan penderita diabetes akut yang sangat ingin makan permen yang tidak sugar free, atau minum sirup dengan gula asli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..mungkin sama rasanya dengan juliet yang tak berdaya mencegah romeo dari tindakan bunuh diri karena skenario pura pura matinya yang tidak berjalan mulus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau....&lt;br /&gt;Seperti apa ya??&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;br /&gt;Memang postingan kali ini sangat tidak bermutu.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf, telah membuatmu menyiakan, waktu, tenaga, dan pikiran untuk membaca postingan yang ga penting ini kawans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba tiba saja, aku terpikir bagaimana rasanya menjadi panda???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-8970101695797324198?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/8970101695797324198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/11/bagaiamana-rasanya-menjadi-panda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><title type='text'>ga TAhU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mengajari siswaku cara menjawab soal TOEFL, membuatku belajar lebih banyak tentang karakteristik soal TOEFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;percayalah kawans, aku bukan ahli TOEFL, dan nilai TOEFL ku tidaklah luar biasa. aku mengajarkan soal TOEFL pada siswaku hanya karena aku punya pengalaman menjalani tes TOEFL lebih banyak daripada para siswaku dan karena aku adalah seorang guru bahasa inggris :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;profesi seseorang membuatnya harus mampu dan mau menjalani segala hal yang berhubungan dengan profesinya itu secara profesional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.. prolognya terlalu panjang :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dalam tulisan ini aku ingin bercerita tentang jawaban para siswaku. saat membahas soal written expression dalam TOEFL, sebagian besar siswaku tahu mana bagian yang salah dalam kalimat, tetapi mereka tidak tahu bentuk yang benar dari bagian yang salah itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;setiap kali ditanya, kenapa bagian ini salah? yang benar seharusnya bagaimana?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hampir semua murid kompak menjawab: "ga tahu (lengkap dengan senyuman/cengiran yang entah maknanya apa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;memang bukan kali ini saja aku bertanya dan mendapat jawaban "tidak tahu"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;di luar konteks pembelajaran pun, aku sering menemui jawaban atau pernyataan "tidak tahu"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sepertinya dengan berkata "tidak tahu" , seseorang telah mengalami pembebasan diri atas perkara yang sedang dihadapi, apapun itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mungkin itu benar. karena ada pendapat yang mengatakan bahwa ketidaktahuan tidak akan menyakitkan, ketidaktahuan akan menyelamatkan, ketidaktahuan akan membebaskan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;setiap orang berhak untuk menyelimuti dirinya dengan tirai ketidaktahuan. karena dengan begitu, dia akan terlindungi dari rasa sakit, terselamatkan, dan terbebaskan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi itu hanya untuk hal-hal tertentu. kalau kaitannya dengan ilmu pengetahuan, pendapat tentang ketidaktahuan yang bersifat membebaskan, menyelamatkan, dan tidak menyakitkan, justru akan menjerumuskan seseorang dalam lorong gelap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pengetahuan adalah cahaya yang akan menuntun seseorang berjalan di dalam lorong yang gelap untuk menuju pada kehidupan yang cerah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;orang yang cerdas adalah orang yang tahu apa yang ia tidak ketahui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dengan mengetahui hal-hal yang tidak kita ketahui, kita akan mencari tahu segala sesuatu mengenai hal-hal tersebut dan menjadi tahu, menjadi lebih berilmu, menjadi lebih berarti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so, do you know what you don't know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-4716360780332544255?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/4716360780332544255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/11/ga-tahu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4716360780332544255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4716360780332544255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/11/ga-tahu.html' title='ga TAhU'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-3600295001802734931</id><published>2010-11-21T19:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:01:17.752+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>entah nanti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;merentas jalan menuju hatimu&lt;br /&gt;begitu penuh aral dan terasa berat&lt;br /&gt;hanya sedikti waktu yang kupunya&lt;br /&gt;maka kurelakan hatiku terberai menjadi serpihan kecil&lt;br /&gt;menjadi remah sepanjang jalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanti&lt;br /&gt;remah remah itu&lt;br /&gt;akan menuntun ku pulang &lt;br /&gt;hatimu yang ku tuju&lt;br /&gt;bukan rumah &lt;br /&gt;hanya tempat singgah&lt;br /&gt;sementara&lt;br /&gt;sementara aku masih cinta&lt;br /&gt;sementara aku sedang gila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanti&lt;br /&gt;jika tiba waktunya&lt;br /&gt;aku akan pulang&lt;br /&gt;membawa semua sisa hatiku&lt;br /&gt;membawa cintaku&lt;br /&gt;meninggalkan semua kenangan bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku mencintaimu hari ini&lt;br /&gt;entah besok&lt;br /&gt;entah lusa&lt;br /&gt;entah nanti&lt;br /&gt;bahkan angin pun berubah arah&lt;br /&gt;cuaca berganti seiring waktu&lt;br /&gt;tak bisa ku janjikan setia kepadamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku mencintaimu saat ini&lt;br /&gt;hanya itu yang aku tahu&lt;br /&gt;hanya itu yang kau perlu tahu&lt;br /&gt;i love you.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-3600295001802734931?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/3600295001802734931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/11/entah-nanti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3600295001802734931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='puisi'/><title type='text'>maksa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;dengan tergesa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;aku membawa sepotong hati dan cinta yang carut marut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;memaksamu untuk menerimanya, menggenggamnya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;meski aku tahu pasti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;tanganmu telah penuh dengan hati yang lain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;yang engkau genggam erat dalam ikatan janji&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;meski aku tahu pasti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;tanpa ku&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;hidupmu telah penuh dengan hati yang berjejalan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;hidupmu telah lengkap dengan cinta yang utuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;maaf,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;tapi aku mencintaimu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;dengan sepotong hatiku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;dan akupun ingin kau mencintaiku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;memberiku ruang dalam genggamanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;meski aku harus meringkuk di sudut sempit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;dan merelakan sepotong hatiku menjadi serpihan kecil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;asalkan bisa ada dalam genggamanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-7154017801911929033?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-1441809320075499809</id><published>2010-11-19T21:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:15:51.957+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>sajak rindu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div class="jud_artikel c_blue4 fbolder"&gt;        Jika Kau Rindu Aku, Bacalah Sajak Ini   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mtb10"&gt;                             &lt;div class="fsize11 pb3"&gt;                                                                  &lt;div class="left c_grey pr10"&gt;                                     Muhammad Nawir                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tgl left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tgl left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tgl left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end kepala artikel --&gt;                                              &lt;!-- urutan berita --&gt;                             &lt;!-- isi artikel --&gt;                                                      &lt;strong&gt;/1/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sajak ini kumulai di separoh waktu,&lt;br /&gt;ketika senja telah sempurna menyulam jingga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/2/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dijalan-jalan aku menjelma marka dan rambu-rambu&lt;br /&gt;merah, kuning, hijau dan biru.&lt;br /&gt;Dan mungkin suatu pagi&lt;br /&gt;kau tiba-tiba lewat dan&lt;br /&gt;melihatku tergantung penuh debu&lt;br /&gt;Di warung-warung aku menjelma lembaran-lembaran menu&lt;br /&gt;dari warung pinggiran jalan hingga ke restoran&lt;br /&gt;Dan mungkin suatu petang kau akan datang&lt;br /&gt;memesan semangkuk bakso hangat&lt;br /&gt;dan segelas air mineral,&lt;br /&gt;seperti dulu.&lt;br /&gt;Dalam diary biru, kuning dan ungu&lt;br /&gt;aku menjelma menjadi aksara yang usang&lt;br /&gt;berteman lembaran putih yang kosong melompong&lt;br /&gt;Dan mungkin suatu senja&lt;br /&gt;kau akan kembali menuliskan namamu&lt;br /&gt;disalah satu lembaran dadaku&lt;br /&gt;Saat maghrib sempurna&lt;br /&gt;aku menjelma suara adzan di surau-surau masjid&lt;br /&gt;hingga tak ada lagi tasbih saat isya telah pergi&lt;br /&gt;Dan mungkin suatu malam&lt;br /&gt;kau akan berdoa dan bertanya pada&lt;br /&gt;anak-anak santri; pernahkah aku kemari?&lt;br /&gt;Pun di sebuah cerita&lt;br /&gt;aku telah menjadi baris-baris kenangan&lt;br /&gt;Dan mungkin di suatu saat&lt;br /&gt;kau akan kembali membaca satu atau dua penggal puisiku&lt;br /&gt;atau menulis cerita tentang sekeping kisah masa lalu&lt;br /&gt;serupa tulisan-tulisanmu itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/3/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah lagi engkau mengunjungiku&lt;br /&gt;yang telah tertata rapi di etalase&lt;br /&gt;berbaur bersama tumpukan barang dagangan?&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah suatu hari engkau datang&lt;br /&gt;dan memasukkanku kedalam keranjang belanjaanmu?&lt;br /&gt;Jika engkau sekali-kali kepantai&lt;br /&gt;jangan lupa injakkan kakimu dibibirnya&lt;br /&gt;Sebab, sudah sewindu aku telah menyatu bersama gulungan ombak.&lt;br /&gt;mengulum rintihan rindu orang-orang.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah suatu waktu engkau datang&lt;br /&gt;Lalu menghabiskan senja memandangiku??&lt;br /&gt;Bilakah engkau kan kembali menapaki jalan-jalan itu&lt;br /&gt;lalu engkau tak menemukanku,&lt;br /&gt;mungkin waktu telah menghempasku jauh&lt;br /&gt;atau mungkin rindu telah membawaku pergi&lt;br /&gt;Dan yang pasti aku sejatinya ada&lt;br /&gt;meski serupa noktah&amp;nbsp; dalam baris-baris tulisanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/4/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sajak ini berakhir di penghujung waktu&lt;br /&gt;Ketika pagi betul-betul telah memaksa malam pergi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1441809320075499809?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://fiksi.kompasiana.com/puisi/2010/11/18/jika-kau-rindu-aku-bacalah-sajak-ini/-12' title='sajak rindu'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1441809320075499809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/11/sajak-rindu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1441809320075499809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1441809320075499809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/11/sajak-rindu.html' title='sajak rindu'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-7475484463152601916</id><published>2010-11-15T15:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:11:14.345+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><title type='text'>cinta tak ada logika???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;apakah cinta memang tak ada logika??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;pikir lagi kawans!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;setelah membaca beberapa artikel berikut ini, mungkin kita akan berpikir ulang mengenai pernyataan bahwa cinta itu tak ada logika.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kompas.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KOMPAS.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; — Peneliti dari Syracuse University, Profesor Stephanie Ortigue, menemukan, ada 12 area di otak yang bekerja saat seseorang jatuh cinta. Kedua belas area itu menghasilkan bahan kimia, seperti &lt;em&gt;dopamine&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;oxytocin&lt;/em&gt;, adrenalin, dan &lt;em&gt;vasopression&lt;/em&gt;, yang berujung pada euforia. Rasa cinta juga memengaruhi fungsi psikologis, metafora, dan penilaian fisik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, cinta itu berasal dari hati atau otak? "Pertanyaan yang selalu sulit dijawab. Saya berpendapat, asalnya dari otak," kata Ortigue. "Contohnya, suatu proses di otak kita bisa menstimulasi hati. Beberapa perasaan dalam hati kita sebetulnya merupakan gejala atas proses yang terjadi di otak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelitian lain menunjukkan, peningkatan jumlah darah dalam faktor penumbuh untuk saraf yang memegang peranan penting dalam cara orang bersosialisasi. Hal ini menghadirkan fenomena yang disebut dengan "cinta pada pandangan pertama". Hal ini dikonfirmasi dengan temuan Ortigue yang menunjukkan bahwa cinta bisa hadir dalam waktu seperlima detik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ortigue menjelaskan, dengan memahami cara orang jatuh cinta dan putus cinta, para peneliti bisa mengembangkan terapi baru. "Kita bisa mengerti penyakit putus cinta," kata Ortigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studi Ortigue juga mendapati ada bagian otak yang berbeda untuk tipe cinta yang berbeda. Cinta tanpa syarat, contohnya cinta seorang ibu terhadap anaknya, dipicu oleh aktivitas otak di bagian umum dan di tempat yang berbeda-beda, termasuk otak tengah. Cinta yang bergairah antar-kekasih melibatkan area kognitif, bagian yang mengharapkan imbalan, dan penilaian fisik. &lt;a href="http://sains.kompas.com/read/2010/10/26/09223397/Cinta.Tumbuh.di.Otak..Bukan.di.Hati"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;National Geographic/Alex Pangestu&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;=======================================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAKARTA&lt;/strong&gt;-Banyak orang yang bilang kalau cinta itu gila dan sangat sulit dimengerti. Kini sebuah penelitian telah berhasil memetakan daerah di otak yang berhubungan dengan rasa cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah penelitian berhasil mengeksplorasi hubungan antara organ jantung dan kepala atau otak. Kegilaan atau rasa cinta yang teramat dalam yang dialami seseorang terhadap pasangannya ternyata bisa memicu kucuran deras aktivitas listrik yang melalui otak. Ilmuwan Amerika Serikat telah membuat sebuah peta di otak yang mengatur mengenai cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak kurang dari 12 bagian otak yang bekerja sama untuk memproduksi dan mempertahankan perasaan cinta di dalam tubuh seseorang," ujar Dr Stephanie Ortigue dari University of Syracuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hasil penelitian ini diketahui bahwa peta mengenai cinta di otak sangat kompleks. Daerah-daerah di otak yang masuk ke dalam peta ini juga mengatur perilaku lain seperti motivasi, penghargaan, perhatian dan juga citra tubuh (body image).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam percobaan ini partisipan yang bergabung akan ditampilkan nama-nama orang yang dicintainya dan diukur dengan menggunakan alat electroencephalogram (EEG). Alat EEG high-density ini akan mengukur volume aktivitas elektrik diantara sel-sel otak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasilnya, didapatkan aktivitas elektrik akan meningkat dalam 200 milidetik ketika foto orang yang dicintainya terlihat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waktu tersebut lebih cepat dibandingkan dengan waktu yang dibutuhkan untuk kecepatan melakukan kegiatan tidak sadar seperti berkedip dan juga berpikir," ungkap Dr Ortigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semburan elektrik yang diukur oleh Dr Ortigue terjadi di dalam daerah otak 'angular gyrus', yaitu salah satu dari 12 bagian otak yang terkait dengan perasaan cinta. Daerah ini juga berperan dalam memproses gambar visual, suara, pemahaman bahasa dan representasi diri tubuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua daerah lain yang turut berperan adalah caudate nucleus dan juga putamen. Kedua daerah ini turut menyala dalam percobaan lain yang melibatkan 17 pasangan penuh cinta ketika diperlihatkan foto sang kekasih selama 17 detik. Kedua bagian otak ini berhubungan dengan senyawa kimia dopamin di otak, sensasi euforia dan juga penghargaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain itu pada pasangan yang harmonis tidak ditemukan rasa cemas atau ketakutan berlebihan akan kehilangan pasangan. Hal ini membuat sikap penghargaan dan motivasi sangat aktif berkembang pada pasangan harmonis. Bagian otak ini akan sama aktifnya saat seseorang menggunakan kokain.(tbt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lintasberita.com/go/1445726"&gt;sumber: http://www.lintasberita.com/go/1445726&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you feel the love?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you think you love me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;think about it and feel it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;live it......and enjoy.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-7475484463152601916?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/7475484463152601916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/11/cinta-tak-ada-logika.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/7475484463152601916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/7475484463152601916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/11/cinta-tak-ada-logika.html' title='cinta tak ada logika???'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-127375843722345657</id><published>2010-11-14T21:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:00:08.128+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Dropping Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6zy4eICPv1A?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;Smiling as you say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;you said to me "be happy, as though nothing was wrong"&lt;br /&gt;looking your back as you walked away&lt;br /&gt;I prayed you wouldn't cry because of me&lt;br /&gt;if I see the flowing tears&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the rain was falling&lt;br /&gt;it was really ok&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see your tears,&lt;br /&gt;it was ok&lt;br /&gt;it's all right&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hold you back&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;cause the rain that could wiped out all the painfull memories in your heart was falling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passed, you thought you could forget&lt;br /&gt;it seemed as if nothing was alive&lt;br /&gt;looking your back while you walk alone&lt;br /&gt;even today the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stop&lt;br /&gt;your tears that were flowing&lt;br /&gt;but it's not possible for me to make you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the rain was falling&lt;br /&gt;it was really ok&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see your tears&lt;br /&gt;it was ok&lt;br /&gt;it's allright&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hold you back 'cause the rain that could wiped out all the painful memories in your heart was falling down'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't go&lt;br /&gt;don't leave&lt;br /&gt;I'll say this words to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Because your heart was crying and the rain was falling&lt;br /&gt;because my heart was crying&lt;br /&gt;my tears falls down&lt;br /&gt;because I loved you&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hold you back&lt;br /&gt;I'll Embrace the sorrow in your clear and gentle life&lt;br /&gt;I thought I may become the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dropping Rain by Kim Tae Woo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp; OST of Personal Taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp; English Translation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-127375843722345657?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/127375843722345657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/11/dropping-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/127375843722345657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/127375843722345657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/11/dropping-rain.html' title='Dropping Rain'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6zy4eICPv1A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-6328917590335258921</id><published>2010-11-07T08:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T08:33:25.361+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><title type='text'>broken-hearted girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;object height="450" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/artist_scroller.swf?script=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.metrolyrics.com%2Fscroller%2Fscroller_v2.php&amp;amp;lyricid=779483295"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/artist_scroller.swf?script=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.metrolyrics.com%2Fscroller%2Fscroller_v2.php&amp;amp;lyricid=779483295" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="450" wmode="opaque" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-6328917590335258921?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/6328917590335258921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/11/broken-hearted-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/6328917590335258921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/6328917590335258921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/11/broken-hearted-girl.html' title='broken-hearted girl'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-8101824614386858559</id><published>2010-10-25T19:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:02:38.557+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><title type='text'>i don't love you that much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There’s no such thing as loving someone too much.&amp;nbsp; There &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; such a thing, though, as too much smothering.&amp;nbsp; And smothering can definitely scare someone away.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So what does it mean to really love someone, and when does love turn into smothering?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Smothering, ultimately, isn’t about love, but about selfishness.&amp;nbsp; When you love someone, you want what’s best for the person, even if that means the relationship looks different from what you had in mind.&amp;nbsp; In contrast, when you smother, you prioritize your own needs for closeness or connection, as opposed to what the other person wants or needs.&amp;nbsp; This is one reason people can get scared away and run from a relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So let’s look at some differences between smothering and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smothering takes.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; It’s selfish.&amp;nbsp; When you smother, you’re really not considering the other person’s feelings and desires.&amp;nbsp; You may feel like you’re showing love, but if you’re being motivated by your own insecurity about the relationship or your own fears about losing this person, then you’re probably more in the smothering camp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love gives.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; It’s generous.&amp;nbsp; It prioritizes the other person’s freedom and autonomy.&amp;nbsp; When you love, you’re willing to do whatever is best for the person you care for, even if that means you don’t get exactly what you want, exactly when you want it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smothering demands.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; When you smother, you constantly ask about the future, insisting on specific answers and results.&amp;nbsp; You also demand attention or reassurance from the other person, requiring repeated statements of proof of their commitment level or feelings for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love patiently waits.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; When you love, you enjoy the present, allowing the other person and the relationship to progress at a comfortable pace.&amp;nbsp; You wait for both of you to become ready for a certain level of intimacy, instead of asking for premature answers or commitments that can put pressure on the other person and scare him or her away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smothering disregards what another wants.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; When you offer continual statements of how much you care about the other person, you may feel as if you’re actually offering love and simply trying to demonstrate how strong your feelings are.&amp;nbsp; But when the other person doesn’t want to hear repeated avowals of your love, you can end up coming across as needy and desperate, merely because you’re disregarding how your partner feels and what he or she wants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love considers and respects the other’s desires.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; True feelings of love don’t force themselves on another person in ways or at times that the person isn’t ready to receive them.&amp;nbsp; Again, sometimes the best way to show your love is to respect the other’s wishes and allow the relationship to grow and develop more gradually.&amp;nbsp; It may seem strange, but there really are times when it’s &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; the best idea to say “I love you” over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smothering oppresses.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; It pesters and desperately grasps.&amp;nbsp; It calls too often or sends too many text messages.&amp;nbsp; It results from fear and can end up making the relationship feel like a prison to the other person.&amp;nbsp; It’s like building a border of rocks around a campfire to contain it and to keep it from going where it would naturally go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love offers space, respect, and trust.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Love invites the other’s truest self.&amp;nbsp; It frees the other to be and act and love how the person chooses.&amp;nbsp; Whereas smothering encircles and contains the fire with rocks, love kicks the rocks away, allowing the fire to burn strong and free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smothering tells another what to think or do.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; When you smother another person, you tell them who they should and shouldn’t spend time with.&amp;nbsp; You check up on where they’re going.&amp;nbsp; You expect them to behave in ways you want them to behave, sometimes even through manipulation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love respects and encourages autonomy.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Loving someone means allowing others to be fully themselves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Of course &lt;/em&gt;it’s true that in a relationship, two people rub off on each other and help each other grow and evolve, but this process needs to be built on respect and appreciation for each person’s individuality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smothering is insecure.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ultimately, this is the root of smothering.&amp;nbsp; It can be produced by jealousy, fear, and anxiety, and it’s one of the surest ways of driving someone away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is secure.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Love is emotionally strong enough to respect another person’s space and to trust that what’s meant to happen will happen.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Relationships need space and air to breathe if they’re going to survive and thrive.&amp;nbsp; Smothering can therefore kill a relationship by depriving it of oxygen.&amp;nbsp; So remember, there’s no such thing as loving too much.&amp;nbsp; The real question you need to ask yourself is, Are my actions genuinely loving?&amp;nbsp; There can sometimes be a fine line between loving and smothering, but if you want a healthy and long-lasting relationship, it’s an important one not to cross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In your efforts to find your one, true love, be careful not to make another person feel as if he or she is being imprisoned.&amp;nbsp; Remember, you’re looking for a soul mate, not a cellmate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;retrieved from : &lt;a href="http://us.yhs.search.yahoo.com/avg/search?fr=yhs-avg&amp;amp;type=yahoo_avg_hs2-tb-web_us&amp;amp;p=Smothering+disregards+what+another+wants.+When+you+offer+continual+statements+of+how+much+you+care+about+the+other+person%2C+you+may+feel+as+if+you%E2%80%99re+actually+offering+love+and+simply+trying+to+demonstrate+how+strong+your+feelings+are.+But+when+the+other+person+doesn%E2%80%99t+want+to+hear+repeated+avowals+of+your+love%2C+you+can+end+up+coming+across+as+needy+and+desperate%2C+merely+because+you%E2%80%99re+disregarding+how+your+partner+feels+and+what+he+or+she+wants.Love+considers+and+respects+the+other%E2%80%99s+desires.+True+feelings+of+love+don%E2%80%99t+force+themselves+on+another+person+in+ways+or+at+times+that+the+person+isn%E2%80%99t+ready+to+receive+them.+Again%2C+sometimes+the+best+way+to+show+your+love+is+to+respect+the+other%E2%80%99s+wishes+and+allow+the+relationship+to+grow+and+develop+more+gradually.+It+may+seem+strange%2C+but+there+really+are+times+when+it%E2%80%99s+not+the+best+idea+to+say+%E2%80%9CI+love+you%E2%80%9D+over+and+over+again.Smothering+oppresses.+It+pesters+and+desperately+grasps.+It+calls+too+often+or+sends+too+many+text+messages.+It+results+from+fear+and+can+end+up+making+the+relationship+feel+like+a+prison+to+the+other+person.+It%E2%80%99s+like+building+a+border+of+rocks+around+a+campfire+to+contain+it+and+to+keep+it+from+going+where+it+would+naturally+go.Love+offers+space%2C+respect%2C+and+trust.+Love+invites+the+other%E2%80%99s+truest+self.+It+frees+the+other+to+be+and+act+and+love+how+the+person+chooses.+Whereas+smothering+encircles+and+contains+the+fire+with+rocks%2C+love+kicks+the+rocks+away%2C+allowing+the+fire+to+burn+strong+and+free.Smothering+tells+another+what+to+think+or+do.+When+you+smother+another+person%2C+you+tell+them+who+they+should+and+shouldn%E2%80%99t+spend+time+with.+You+check+up+on+where+they%E2%80%99re+going.+You+expect+them+to+behave+in+ways+you+want+them+to+behave%2C+sometimes+even+through+manipulation.Love+respects+and+encourages+autonomy.+Loving+someone+means+allowing+others+to+be+fully+themselves.+Of+course+it%E2%80%99s+true+that+in+a+relationship%2C+two+people+rub+off+on+each+other+and+help+each+other+grow+and+evolve%2C+but+this+process+needs+to+be+built+on+respect+and+appreciation+for+each+person%E2%80%99s+individuality.Smothering+is+insecure.+Ultimately%2C+this+is+the+root+of+smothering.+It+can+be+produced+by+jealousy%2C+fear%2C+and+anxiety%2C+and+it%E2%80%99s+one+of+the+surest+ways+of+driving+someone+away.Love+is+secure.+Love+is+emotionally+strong+enough+to+respect+another+person%E2%80%99s+space+and+to+trust+that+what%E2%80%99s+meant+to+happen+will+happen.Relationships+need+space+and+air+to+breathe+if+they%E2%80%99re+going+to+survive+and+thrive.+Smothering+can+therefore+kill+a+relationship+by+depriving+it+of+oxygen.+So+remember%2C+there%E2%80%99s+no+such+thing+as+loving+too+much.+The+real+question+you+need+to+ask+yourself+is%2C+Are+my+actions+genuinely+loving%3F+There+can+sometimes+be+a+fine+line+between+loving+and+smothering%2C+but+if+you+want+a+healthy+and+long-lasting+relationship%2C+it%E2%80%99s+an+important+one+not+to+cross.In+your+efforts+to+find+your+one%2C+true+love%2C+be+careful+not+to+make+another+person+feel+as+if+he+or+she+is+being+imprisoned.+Remember%2C+you%E2%80%99re+looking+for+a+soul+mate%2C+not+a+cellmate."&gt;Harmony Advice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-8101824614386858559?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/8101824614386858559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-love-you-that-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8101824614386858559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8101824614386858559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-love-you-that-much.html' title='i don&apos;t love you that much'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-6214001978130918520</id><published>2010-10-24T22:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:51:08.287+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><title type='text'>how to get happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR5ntong0gm8iH6PHfeQPxl4xP_r0P70dlA9rKmauSJPnb9LgI&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__6VvukIWlfwgZsqXti3_INSUzkGc=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR5ntong0gm8iH6PHfeQPxl4xP_r0P70dlA9rKmauSJPnb9LgI&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__6VvukIWlfwgZsqXti3_INSUzkGc=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;State of Mind&lt;/h3&gt;Happiness is ephemeral, subject to the vagaries of everything from the weather to the size of your bank account.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not suggesting that you can reach a permanent state called "happiness" and remain there. But there are many ways to swerve off the path of anxiety, anger, frustration, and sadness into a state of happiness once or even several times throughout the day. Here are 20 ideas to get you started. Choose the ones that work for you. If tuning out the news or making lists will serve only to stress you further, try another approach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Practice mindfulness.&lt;/b&gt; Be in the moment. Instead of worrying about your checkup tomorrow while you have dinner with your family, focus on the here and now -- the food, the company, the conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Laugh out loud.&lt;/b&gt; Just anticipating a happy, funny event can raise levels of endorphins and other pleasure-inducing hormones and lower production of stress hormones. Researchers at the University of California, Irvine, tested 16 men who all agreed they thought a certain videotape was funny. Half were told three days in advance they would watch it. They started experiencing biological changes right away. When they actually watched the video, their levels of stress hormones dropped significantly, while their endorphin levels rose 27 percent and their growth hormone levels (indicating benefit to the immune system) rose 87 percent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Go to sleep.&lt;/b&gt; We have become a nation of sleep-deprived citizens. Taking a daily nap or getting into bed at 8 p.m. one night with a good book -- and turning the light out an hour later -- can do more for your mood and outlook on life than any number of bubble baths or massages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Hum along.&lt;/b&gt; Music soothes more than the savage beast. Studies find music activates parts of the brain that produce happiness -- the same parts activated by food or sex. It's also relaxing. In one study older adults who listened to their choice of music during outpatient eye surgery had significantly lower heart rates, blood pressure, and cardiac workload (that is, their heart didn't have to work as hard) as those who had silent surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Declutter.&lt;/b&gt; It's nearly impossible to meditate, breathe deeply, or simply relax when every surface is covered with papers and bills and magazines, your cabinets bulge, and you haven't balanced your checkbook in six months. Plus, the repetitive nature of certain cleaning tasks -- such as sweeping, wiping, and scrubbing -- can be meditative in and of itself if you focus on what you're doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rd.com/living-healthy/20-simple-ways-to-get-happy/article16181.html"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt; to read the full article. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-6214001978130918520?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/6214001978130918520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-get-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was trying to put my niece to bed when i bumped on these pictures of sleeping babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;in such a sudden i can feel my heart aches and longing for something that i not yet to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a baby or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;after almost three years of marriage, i still have to struggle for becoming a mother of my own child/s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been through things, and thank God i'm alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;now, that i feel this feeling again. i know how bad i need this little creature, a mini me or mini him to hold and be held by on my very hands. to hug, to kiss, to love, and to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;how i really am longing for the sense of his/her body, when i can move my fingers run through his/her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know God has the plan, and everything happens for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll be waiting for the moment to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQV9entw93gwhR4NH4Q-uydhL49PnSEjSpzJT9SShz2Pk3-2D0&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__6aWT8wF_iMafKpfOcOfxWvYN8WM=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQV9entw93gwhR4NH4Q-uydhL49PnSEjSpzJT9SShz2Pk3-2D0&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__6aWT8wF_iMafKpfOcOfxWvYN8WM=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1500512526594390177?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1500512526594390177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1500512526594390177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1500512526594390177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby.html' title='baby'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-1303215486686842744</id><published>2010-10-21T21:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:22:19.882+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><title type='text'>i'm coming back home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTegA6GWkx_PWl490crFAlk4N6Mfh-RwpyeasKIDQWz9WeBqEg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__Cv51dLj73lvREgsQCsHavHFZbFY=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTegA6GWkx_PWl490crFAlk4N6Mfh-RwpyeasKIDQWz9WeBqEg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__Cv51dLj73lvREgsQCsHavHFZbFY=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mari kembali bicara tentang rumah. bagiku, sekolah tempatku mengajar sekarang adalah rumahku. entah rumah yang keberapa, tapi yang jelas aku sangat nyaman berada di dalamnya, terlepas dari berbagai konflik dan masalah yang timbul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku punya beberapa kamar (baca: kelas) di rumah (baca: sekolah) yang menjadi daerah kekuasaan ku, yang menjadi tanggung jawabku. lengkap dengan semua perabot (baca: siswa) yang ada di dalamnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dua bulan terakhir, aku terpaksa merelakan kamar-kamar itu untuk disewa dan dihuni oleh pendatang baru. dan aku memposisikan diriku sebagai landlord :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sebuah posisi yang cukup menyenangkan sebenarnya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awalnya ada rasa khawatir yang menyergap, aku tak bisa merelakan begitu saja orang asing untuk masuk dan menguasai kamar-kamar ku. perasaan yang wajar jika aku takut mereka akan menggores beberapa perabot, atau menggunakan fasilitas tanpa semestinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;karena itu, aku terus mengawasi apa yang dilakukan oleh para penghuni baru itu dengan kamar-kamar ku. aku melihat mereka tidur di atas dipan dengan sangat hati-hati, seolah takut menimbulkan bunyi berdecit, padahal dipan itu masih baru. aku melihat mereka membersihkan kaca jendela kamar setiap pagi. terkadang aku juga melihat mereka membanting pintu karena kesal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beberapa kali, aku juga melihat mereka terisak di sudut kamar karena kebingungan dengan banyaknya pekerjaan yang harus dilakukan. saat-saat seperti itu, aku akan masuk ke dalam kamar dan membantu mereka menyelesaikan pekerjaan secara bertahap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari-hari pertama, para pendatang itu terlihat tidak nyaman berada di kamar-kamar ku. mereka lebih menikmati berjalan-jalan di sekitar rumah dan bercengkrama dengan pendatang-pendatang yang lain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;seiring berlalunya waktu, mereka mulai terbiasa dengan keadaan kamar-kamar ku, mereka mulai terampil menggunakan semua fasilitas, merawat dan menggunakan perabot sebagaimana mestinya. mereka bahkan mulai menghabiskan lebih banyak waktu untuk merawat perabotan yang ada di dalam kamar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku pun sudah bisa tenang menyerahkan kamarku sepenuhnya kepada para pendatang itu. meski sesekali aku tetap memantau perkembangannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kini, masa sewa kamar-kamar itu segera habis. dan aku mulai bersiap untuk kembali menguasai seluruh kamar itu sendirian. merawat semua perabotnya sendirian, seperti sebelum para pendatang itu menghuni kamar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;rasa khawatir kini datang, tapi dalam bentuk yang berbeda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mungkinkah perabotan di kamar-kamar ku telah terbiasa dengan sentuhan para pendatang itu dan merasa asing dengan hadirku lagi sepenuhya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ah...semoga saja tidak. perabotan kamar-kamar ku adalah pilihan, mereka pasti bisa beradaptasi dengan semua orang yang menghuni kamar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku akan kembali memenuhi hari-hariku di rumah dengan membereskan semua kamar milikku sendirian, mengepel lantainya, mengelap kaca jendelanya, merapikan meja dan dipan, serta menata baju-baju dalam lemari dengan baik.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana dengan para pendatang yang sekarang sudah menjadi temanku itu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku berharap mereka belajar banyak tentang cara mengurus rumah dan kamar serta perabotnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku yakin jika suatu saat mereka menemukan rumah dan dipercaya untuk menghuni beberapa kamar di dalamnya, mereka sudah sangat siap dan akan menjadi penghuni yang baik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;para penghuni yang menyebarkan kasih, yang bermanfaat, dan aman bagi rumah dan kamar-kamar berikut perabotan di dalamnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bismillah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1303215486686842744?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1303215486686842744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-coming-back-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1303215486686842744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1303215486686842744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-coming-back-home.html' title='i&apos;m coming back home'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-1960772965392401132</id><published>2010-10-21T20:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T20:28:25.917+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Ode to a Nightingale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P3afZ5KxNzY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P3afZ5KxNzY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, &lt;br /&gt;Or        emptied some dull opiate to the drains &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One minute        past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: &lt;br /&gt;'Tis not through envy of thy happy        lot, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But being too happy in thine happiness, -        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That thou, light-winged        Dryad of the trees,        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;        In some melodious plot &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Of beechen green and shadows        numberless, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Singest of        summer in full-throated ease.        O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;        Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, &lt;br /&gt;Tasting of Flora and the        country green, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dance, and Provençal song, and        sunburnt mirth! &lt;br /&gt;O for a beaker full of the warm South,        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With beaded bubbles winking        at the brim,        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;        And purple-stained mouth; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That I might drink, and        leave the world unseen, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And        with thee fade away into the forest dim: &lt;br /&gt;Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What        thou among the leaves hast never known, &lt;br /&gt;The weariness, the fever, and        the fret &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here, where men sit and hear each other        groan; &lt;br /&gt;Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Where but to think is to be        full of sorrow        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;        And leaden-eyed despairs, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Where Beauty cannot keep        her lustrous eyes, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Or new        Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. &lt;br /&gt;Away! away! for I will fly to thee, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not        charioted by Bacchus and his pards, &lt;br /&gt;But on the viewless wings of        Poesy, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:        &lt;br /&gt;Already with thee! tender is the night, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And        haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cluster'd around by all her        starry Fays;        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;        But here there is no light, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Save what from heaven        is with the breezes blown &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;        Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nor        what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, &lt;br /&gt;But, in embalmed darkness,        guess each sweet &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wherewith the seasonable month        endows &lt;br /&gt;The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fast fading violets cover'd        up in leaves;        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;        And mid-May's eldest child, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The coming musk-rose,        full of dewy wine, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The        murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. &lt;br /&gt;Darkling I listen; and, for many a time &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have        been half in love with easeful Death, &lt;br /&gt;Call'd him soft names in many a        mused rhyme, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To take into the air my quiet breath;        &lt;br /&gt;Now more than ever seems it rich to die, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To        cease upon the midnight with no pain,        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While thou art pouring        forth thy soul abroad        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;        In such an ecstasy! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Still wouldst thou sing, and I        have ears in vain - &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To thy        high requiem become a sod. &lt;br /&gt;Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No        hungry generations tread thee down; &lt;br /&gt;The voice I hear this passing        night was heard &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In ancient days by emperor and        clown: &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the self-same song that found a path        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She stood in tears amid the        alien corn;        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;        The same that oft-times hath &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Charm'd magic        casements, opening on the foam        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Of perilous seas, in faery        lands forlorn. &lt;br /&gt;Forlorn! the very word is like a bell &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To toll me        back from thee to my sole self! &lt;br /&gt;Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. &lt;br /&gt;Adieu!        adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Past the near        meadows, over the still stream,        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Up the hill-side; and now        'tis buried deep        &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;        In the next valley-glades: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Was it a vision, or a        waking dream? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fled is that        music: - Do I wake or sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://englishhistory.net/keats/poetry/odetoanightingale.html"&gt;http://englishhistory.net/keats/poetry/odetoanightingale.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1960772965392401132?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1960772965392401132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/10/ode-to-nightingale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1960772965392401132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1960772965392401132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/10/ode-to-nightingale.html' title='Ode to a Nightingale'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-699607822211145773</id><published>2010-09-30T14:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T14:35:30.561+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>pride and prejudice</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARWfCBr0ZDM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARWfCBr0ZDM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://id.shvoong.com/writers/de_siah/" target="_blank" title="de_siah"&gt;de_siah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novel ini berkisah tentang seorang gadis cantik dan seorang pemuda tampan dan kaya yang saling jatuh cinta. Ditulis pada tahun 1796-1797 dan dipublikasin pertama kali pada tahun 1813. Berawal dengan kedatangan Tuan William Bingley, pemuda tampan dari keluarga kaya ke daerah tempat tinggal Lizzy (Elizabeth). Lizzy bersama keempat saudara perempuannya diundang ke pesta yang diadakan untuk menyambut kedatangannya. Karena Tuan Bennet tidak mempunya anak laki-laki, dan tradisi Inggris saat itu hanya mewariskan harta kepada penerus laki-laki, maka jika Tuan Bennet meninggal kelak, yang akan mewarisi seluruh hartanya adalah Tuan William Collins, keponakan ayahnya yang tidak mereka kenal. Khawatir dengan nasib puteri-puterinya sepeninggal dirinya kelak, Tuan Bennet dan istrinya berusaha agar anak-anaknya cepat menikah dengan orang yang dipandang mampu.Kedatangan tuan Bingley ke desa itu, memberi harapan pada keluarga tersebut, Nyonya Bennet berharap Tuan Bingley akan tertarik pada salah satu anaknya, terutama Jane, Jane adalah puteri tertua dan yang paling cantik diantara mereka berlima.Pesta yang ditunggu tiba, semua yang hadir tampak gembira. Ternyata Tuan Bingley tidak datang sendiri, tetapi bersama kakak perempuannya Lady Caroline dan sahabatnya, Tuan Darcy. Saat istirahat, Nyonya Bennet mendesak suaminya agar memperkenalkan puteri-puteri kepada Tuan Bingley. Sesuai harapan, Tuan Bingley mengajak Jane dansa. Lizzy bertanya apakah Tuan Darcy mau berdansa dengannya, namun ditolak. Lizzy pergi meninggalkan Tuan Darcy dan bergabung dengan Charlotte. Menurut Lizzy, Tuan Darcy pemuda tampan, kaya yang arogan.Tuan Collins datang dan berniat mencari isteri. Pertama ia menyukai Jane namun karena Jane sudah dengan Tuan Bingley ia mengalihkan perhatiannya kepada Lizzy. Dia berniat memperistri Lizzy. Ibunya senang mendengar hal itu, namun tidak dengan Lizzy. Ia tidak menyukai Tuan Collins. Lizzy menolaknya. Hal itu membuat ibunya histeris, dan memaksa suaminya membujuk Lizzy. Tapi Tuan Bennet membela puterinya.Lizzy bersaudara diundang lagi ke pesta Tuan Bingley. Sebelum pesta, mereka sempat berkenalan dengan Tuan Wickham, seorang tentara muda yang gagah dan tampan, pernah tinggal di rumah Tuan Darcy. Tuan Collins juga hadir disitu dan terus mengejar Lizzy, Lizzy berusaha menghindar. Tuan Darcy mengajak Lizzy berdansa dengannya. Mereka berdansa sambil berbicara, seolah-olah hanya mereka saja yang ada disitu. Namun akhirnya Lizzy meninggalkannya dengan marah.Seminggu kemudian, Jane dapat undangan makan malam dari kakak Tuan Bingley, Lady Caroline. Setiba disana Jane jatuh sakit akibat cuaca buruk dan tidak bisa pulang ke rumah. Karena khawatir terhadap kakaknya, Lizzy nekad menyusulnya. Disana ia bertemu Lady Caroline dan Tuan Darcy. Ketika mau pulang keesokan harinya, saat Lizzy hendak naik ke kereta kuda, tanpa sadar Tuan Darcy memegang tangan Lizzy untuk membantunya naik ke kereta. Peristiwa itu memberi kesan yang mendalam bagi keduanya.Kabar buruk bagi Jane, beberapa hari kemudian Tuan Bingley tiba-tiba memutuskan hubungan dengannya. Meski sedih, Jane berusaha tetap tabah. Lizzy berkunjung ke rumah Charlotte yang kini sudah menikah dengan Pendeta Collins. Disana Lizzy diperkenalkan kepada Lady Catherine yang ternyata adalah bibi Tuan Darcy. Tanpa disangka Tuan Darcy ada disana. Keesokan harinya Tuan Darcy datang kerumah Pendeta Collins, saat itu Lizzy sedang sendiri karena Charlotte dan Pendeta William sedang pergi. Tuan Darcy tampak kikuk, kemudian buru-buru pergi lagi.Saat di gereja, Lizzy mendapat berita yang mengejutkan. Dari pengawal Tuan Darcy, Lizzy diberitahu bahwa yang punya peran besar putusnya Tuan Bingley dan Jane adalah Darcy. Lizzy marah besar. Kemarahannya menutupi perasaan cintanya pada Tuan Darcy.Saat Tuan Darcy menyatakan cintanya pada Lizzy, Lizzy dengan tegas menolak. Ia marah dan minta penjelasan atas sikap Tuan Darcy terhadap kakaknya Jane, dan juga mempertanyakan sikapnya memusuhi Tuan Wickham.Malam harinya, ketika Lizzy sedang melamun dikamarnya, Tuan Darcy datang dan menaruh surat diatas meja kamarnya. Lizzy berbalik namun hanya melihat Tuan Darcy pergi dengan kudanya. Lizzy mengambil surat itu dan membacanya. Surat tersebut berisi penjelasan atas sikapnya mengenai Jane dan Bingley, juga tentang Tuan Wickham.Sepulangnya dari rumah Charlotte, Lizzy berkunjung ke rumah bibinya di kota. Dari sana mereka pergi berkunjung ke Pemberley, rumah Tuan Darcy yang dibuka untuk umum. Karena Tuan Darcy jarang berada dirumah itu, Lizzy menerima ajakan untuk berkunjung kesana. Ternyata Tuan Darcy ada disana, mereka bertemu dengan kikuk. Lizzy buru-buru pulang ke penginapan. Malam hari Tuan Darcy datang ke tempat Lizzy menginap dan mengundang mereka bertiga makan malam besok di rumahnya.Pulang ke penginapan, Lizzy mendapat surat dari Jane yang mengabarkan bahwa Lidya kabur bersama Tuan Wickham. Tuan Darcy menawarkan diri untuk mencari. Lizzy pulang ke rumah dengan perasaan kacau. Surat dari pamannya datang, mengabarkan bahwa Lidya sudah ditemukan dan menikah. Ketika Lidya pulang bersama suaminya, Tuan Wickham, saat makan, Lidya kelepasan berbicara bahwa Tuan Darcylah yang membantu menikahkan mereka. Lizzy terkejut.Suatu hari Tuan Bingley ditemani Tuan Darcy datang ke rumah Lizzy untuk melamar Jane. Hal itu disambut gembira mereka sekeluarga. Namun ketika tengah malam, mereka kedatangan tamu yang ternyata Lady Catherine. Beliau ingin berbicara dengan Lizzy dan memintanya meninggalkan Tuan Darcy, karena sudah dijodohkan dengan puterinya. Lizzy bingung, ia merasa tidak punya hubungan apa-apa dengan Darcy. Namun karena terus dihina oleh Lady Catherine, membuat Lizzy marah dan berjanji tidak akan berhubungan dengan Darcy. Semalaman Lizzy tidak tidur, ia terus melamun sepanjang malam. Saat subuh, Lizzy pergi keluar untuk jalan-jalan sambil menenangkan pikirannya. Ia melihat Tuan Darcy dari jauh berjalan mendekat. Tuan Darcy menjelaskan semua, dan berjanji tidak akan mengganggu Lizzy lagi jika Lizzy tak mecintainya. Karena Lizzy sudah mengetahui siapa Tuan Darcy sebenarnya dan mencintainya, Lizzy menerimanya dengan senang hati. Mereka pulang ke rumah Lizzy untuk menghadap Tuan Bennet, ayah Lizzy. Cerita yang romantis dan mengharukan. Lizzy (Elizabeth) Bennet yang cerdas yang akhir menemukan kekasih hatinya, Tuan Fitzwilliam Darcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://id.shvoong.com/books/490433-pride-prejudice/" target="_blank"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/a&gt; Originally published in Shvoong: &lt;a href="http://id.shvoong.com/books/490433-pride-prejudice/" target="_blank"&gt;http://id.shvoong.com/books/490433-pride-prejudice/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-699607822211145773?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/699607822211145773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/09/pride-and-prejudice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/699607822211145773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/699607822211145773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/09/pride-and-prejudice.html' title='pride and prejudice'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-351416142970023975</id><published>2010-09-30T12:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:52:55.585+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>to a certain someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;cinta kita berdiri di atas dua kaki.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;satu kaki adalah kepercayaan, kaki yang lainnya adalah kejujuran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;berdua mereka menopang cinta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;membuat cinta kita berjalan seirama menapaki hidup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;saat kau berbohong padaku dan aku tak lagi percayaimu,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;cinta kita lumpuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;tak ada lagi kaki yang berjalan beriringan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;tak bisa lagi menjejaki rute kehidupan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;tak bisa lagi meraih mimpi-mimpi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;jadi, aku pergi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;mencari kaki yang lain, untuk kembali berdiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;untuk kembali memulai sebuah perjalanan hidup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;atas nama cinta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-351416142970023975?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/351416142970023975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-certain-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/351416142970023975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/351416142970023975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-certain-someone.html' title='to a certain someone'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-1916974904041418744</id><published>2010-09-25T11:46:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:00:43.630+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>Terjaga satu jam lebih awal, membuatku leluasa menghabiskan pagi. Mungkin karena aku tidur lebih awal dan cukup nyenyak, badanku terasa sangat bugar. Pagi di hari sabtu, weekend, pertanda kegiatan jauh lebih padat dari hari biasa. Aku akan menghabiskan waktu di sekolah dari pagi hingga petang menjelang. Ada rapat yang harus ku hadiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku baru menyelesaikan dzikir ku ketika hujan mulai menyapa daun dan rerumputan. Mendung yang menggantung sejak malam akhirnya jatuh juga. &lt;br /&gt;Suasana yang sejuk membuatku memutuskan untuk lebih lama berdialog dengan pemilik hujan dan alam semesta. Pagi ini begitu hening, mungkin karena orang lain lebih tertarik untuk mendekap kasur dan bantal guling masing-masing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi seperti ini, ditambah suami yang berada di luar kota, mengingatkan ku pada masa lajang yang kuhabiskan di utara bandung raya. Suasana sepi, udara dingin, dan hatiku yang larut dalam khidmatnya ibadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suara deru motor tetangga yang beranjak bekerja meski hujan belum lagi reda, menyadarkanku untuk segera bersiap. Kulipat sajadah dan mukenah, lalu bergegas ke dapur. Hari ini banyak kegiatan, jadi wajib hukumnya untuk sarapan dan membawa camilan. Ditambah cuaca yang tak menentu, thypoid mulai mengancam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cukup akrab dengan penyakit yang berhubungan dengan pencernaan. Mulai dari sekedar diare, gastritis, hingga thypoid. Tapi semua penyakit itu tidak menghentikanku dari gaya hidup instan. Sejak jaman kuliah, makanan instan menemani hari-hariku. Dan kebiasaan itu masih berlanjut sampai sekarang. Pagi ini aku menyeduh bubur instan untuk sarapan ditemani susu beruang. Sebagai camilan saat istirahat nanti, aku siapkan roti tawar bertabur susu dan coklat ceres serta sebotol air mineral. Untuk makan siang, aku percayakan pada pak satim, tukang soto di sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah selesai soal makanan, aku kembali ke kamar untuk memilih baju. Bobot tubuh yang bertambah, timbunan lemak di setiap sudut akibat kemakmuran dan terapi hormon yang kujalani, membuatku tidak punya banyak pilihan. Dan pilihanku kembali jatuh pada kemeja garis hijau dengan kerudung senada dan celana warna hitam. Semuanya berbahan katun agar nyaman dipakai sepanjang hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selesai berdandan dan mematut diri di depan cermin sepatutnya, aku bergerak ke meja makan untuk melahap bubur instan yang sudah mulai dingin dan terlalu merekah. Rasanya memang kurang sedap, tapi cukuplah untuk mengganjal perut sampai waktu istirahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara aku asik memperhatikan tingkah spongebob sambil menyuapkan bubur ke mulutku, terdengar suara gerbang belakang dibuka. Ternyata pak momon yang datang, siap untuk mengantarku ke sekolah. Sejak peristiwa 22 pebruari, suamiku ngotot untuk menyewa jasa supir pribadi yang siap mengantarku kemanapun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mengecek barang bawaanku. Roti, air, tempat pensil, absensi, dompet, dan...handphone. Siiiiiipppp. Semua lengkap. Ayo berangkat!!! Kita terjang hujan dengan semangat. (sampai disini aku terbaca seperti murid SD yach.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jalanan tampak lengang. Hanya ada beberapa mobil berseliweran dan manusia-manusia berpayung. Hingga seorang pengendara motor melewatiku dan aku tersadar akan sesuatu. &lt;br /&gt;Hari ini harusnya aku pakai seragam PGRI......!!!!!!! Ah..... Ya sudahlah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*catatan kaki&lt;br /&gt;seandainya takdir berkata lain, mungkin pagiku akan lebih hiruk pikuk. Karena aku harus mengurusi makhluk Tuhan yang mungil dengan segala tingkah polahnya.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf Tuhan, aku masih terluka. Salah satu hari di bulan september ini "was my due date".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1916974904041418744?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1916974904041418744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1916974904041418744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1916974904041418744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-8192593847860248735</id><published>2010-09-24T20:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:30:31.845+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>man jadda wajada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;Negeri 5 Menara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgAENqp3xpg/SsCB1B_gxEI/AAAAAAAAAas/Sq3pz1LX3xg/s400/5+menara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgAENqp3xpg/SsCB1B_gxEI/AAAAAAAAAas/Sq3pz1LX3xg/s200/5+menara.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;sebuah novel tentang pendidikan yang menggugah nurani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;bahasa yang dinamis, terkadang lembut, terkadang begitu kuat sehingga aku seolah ikut begadang semalaman untuk bersiap menghadapi ujian bersama alif. berkeringat memanggul lemari diburu lonceng tanda berkumpul di masjid. merasakan mual karena bau pengap di bus lintas propinsi yang ditumpanginya. merasakan debar jantung dan desir darah ketika bertemu dengan sarah. dan berteriak dengan lantang hingga semua otot leher terasa kaku dan suara serak "MAN JADDA WAJADA"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;membaca novel ini, membuatku tidak ingin berhenti. aku ingin terus menekuri halaman demi halaman. ritme membacaku kadang cepat kadang lambat, mengikuti alur cerita. hingga ada rasa kehilangan ketika telah sampai di bagian akhir cerita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;satu lagi, novel yang sangat inspiratif bagi pendidikan. sebuah referensi fiksi yang terasa begitu nyata. dan berikut adalah cuplikan novel yang membuatku begitu tergugah, dan membuat alif benar-benar hidup:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“MAN JADDA WAJADA!!!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teriak laki-laki muda bertubuh kurus itu lantang. Telunjuknya lurus teracung tinggi ke udara, suaranya menggelegar, sorot matanya berkilat-kilat menikam kami satu persatu. Wajah serius, alisnya hampir bertemu dan otot gerahamnya bertonjolan, seakan mengerahkan segenap tenaga dalamnya untuk menaklukkan jiwa kami. Sungguh mengingatkan aku kepada karakter tokoh sakti mandraguna di film layar tancap keliling di kampungku, persembahan dari Departemen Penerangan waktu itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man jadda waja: sepotong kata asing ini bak mantera ajaib yang ampuh bekerja. Dalam hitungan beberapa helaan napas saja, kami bagai tersengat ribuan tawon. Kami, tiga puluh anak tanggung, menjerit balik, tidak mau kalah kencang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Man jadda wajada! “ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkali-kali, berulang-ulang, sampai tenggorokanku panas dan suara serak. Hingar bingar ini berdesibel tinggi. Telingaku panas dan berdenging-denging sementara wajah kami merah padam memporsir tenaga. Kaca jendela yang tipis sampai bergetar-getar di sebelahku. Bahkan, meja kayuku pun berkilat-kilat basah, kuyup oleh air liur yang ikut berloncatan setiap berteriak lantang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kami tahu, mata laki-laki kurus yang energik ini tidak dimuati aura jahat sama sekali. Sebaliknya, dia dengan royal membagi energi positif yang sangat besar dan meletup-letup. Kami tersengat dan menikmatinya. Sumbu kecil kami terpercik api, mulai terbakar, membesar, dan terang! Kami bagai lilin kecil yang baru dinyalakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan wajah berseri-seri dan senyum sepuluh centi menyilang di wajahnya, laki-laki ini hilir mudik di antara bangku-bangku murid barunya, mengulang-ulang mantera ajaib ini di depan kami bertiga puluh. Setiap dia berteriak, kami menyalak balik dengan kata yang sama, man jadda wajada. Mantera ajaib berbahasa Arab ini bermakna ringkas tapi tegas: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Siapa yang bersungguh-sungguh, akan berhasil”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laki-laki ramping ini adalah Ustad Salman, wali kelasku. Rambutnya ikal dipotong pendek, jambangnya dibiarkan agak pajang. Wajahnya lonjong kurus, sebagian besar dikuasai keningnya yang lebar. Alisnya yang tebal datar menaungi sepasang bola matanya yang lincah dan memancarkan sinar kecerdasan. Dagunya ditumbuhi jenggot yang dipangkas rapi. Kaki dan tangannya yang panjang gesit bergerak ke setiap sudut kelas. Sebuah dasi berwarna merah tua terikat rapi di leher kemeja putihnya yang licin. Kedua lengan bajunya lebar dan berkibar-kibar setiap dia melenggangkan tangan dengan cepat. Lipatan celana hitamnya berujung tajam seperti baru saja disetrika. Sepatu hitam bertalinya mempunyai sol tebal dan selalu berdekak-dekak setiap dia berjalan di ubin kelas kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain kelas kami, ada sekitar puluhan kelas lain yang bernasib sama. Masing-masing dikomandoi seorang kondaktur yang energik. Sang kondaktur menyalakkan “manjadda wajada” dengan penuh otoritas sehingga membuat para subjeknya tergugah dan menjerit kencang. Hampir satu jam non stop, kalimat ini bersahut-sahutan dan bertalu-talu. Koor ini bergelombang seperti guruh di musim hujan, menyesaki udara pagi di sebuah desa terpencil di udik Ponorogo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah pelajaran hari pertama kami di PM. Kata mutiara sederhana yang sangat kuat yang terus menjadi kompas kehidupan kami kelak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Negeri Lima Menara adalah novel pertama A. Fuadi. Diterbitkan Gramedia pertengahan Agustus 2009. Novel ini bagian pertama dari trilogi&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sumber: &lt;a href="http://www.negeri5menara.com/index.php/intipisi/cuplikan-novel/58-cuplikan-5-man-jadda-wajada"&gt;http://www.negeri5menara.com/index.php/intipisi/cuplikan-novel/58-cuplikan-5-man-jadda-wajada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-8192593847860248735?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/8192593847860248735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/09/man-jadda-wajada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8192593847860248735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8192593847860248735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/09/man-jadda-wajada.html' title='man jadda wajada'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IgAENqp3xpg/SsCB1B_gxEI/AAAAAAAAAas/Sq3pz1LX3xg/s72-c/5+menara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-8165729677984936602</id><published>2010-09-24T19:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T19:26:41.799+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><title type='text'>the nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;saat mentari memutuskan untuk mengundurkan diri sejenak dari panggung cakrawala, kegelapan mulai mengambil peran. bumi diselumuti warna hitam, pekat dan kian pekat. terkadang malam datang terlalu cepat dan pergi sangat lambat, menyisakan banyak waktu untuk dihabiskan dalam gelap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dulu sewaktu masih balita, aku menghabiskan malam digendongan ayah sambil mendengarkan dongeng dan cerita rakyat sampai lelap. atau menunggangi punggungnya berkeliling rumah mencari nyamuk-nyamuk yang telah mati terkena obat semprot, mengumpulkan semuanya lalu membungkusnya dengan kertas koran. setelah itu dibakar, aku suka dengan bau asap dan suara pletok-pletok yang keluar dari badan nyamuk yang terbakar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ketika awal-awal tahun di sekolah dasar, aku menghabiskan awal malam untuk mengaji di rumah pak ustadz yang sempit, berjejalan dengan anak lain untuk membaca huruf-huruf al-quran di bawah sorot lampu pijar 10 watt. setelahnya, aku akan memenuhi rumah dengan kartu alphabet dan belajar membuat dan membaca rangkaiannya dalam kata-kata. ibu bilang, aku tidak lancar membaca sampai kelas dua SD. hiks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi sekarang aku malah sangat senang membaca dan menjadi guru bahasa yang harus menularkan kegemaran membaca pada murid-muridku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pada malam liburan semester di akhir-akhir tahun sekolah dasar, aku akan menghabiskan malam dengan menonton si doel anak sekolah, dan bermain bulu tangkis bersama teman di komplek rumah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku masih ingat, beberapa malam yang paling berkesan pada masa kecilku adalah ketika aku menginap di rumah nenek, tidur berjejalan dengan beberapa orang sepupu. setelah sebelumnya mendengarkan cerita masa kecil nenek tentang penjajah belanda, jepang, dan&amp;nbsp; PKI.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku juga akan melewatkan beberapa waktu malam untuk melihat pertunjukkan asap dari mamang yang perokok berat. aku selalu menganggap asap rokok yang dia tiupkan begitu indah dengan berbagai bentuk yang bisa keluar lewat mulut, hidung dan telinganya. hingga suatu malam, aku mendengar kabar kematian mamang karena kanker paru-paru. sejak saat itu, aku benci asap rokok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;malam-malam ketika aku mulai meninggalkan masa kanak-kanak terasa kian berat. saat SMP dan SMA aku menghabiskan malam dengan mengerjakan tugas, dan menghapal materi ujian. sering kali aku tertidur dikelilingi buku-buku sekolah. beberapa malam aku cemas karena merasa tidak siap menghadapi ujian sekolah. beberapa malam lagi, aku tidak nyenyak tidur karena terlalu pusing memikirkan tugas sekolah yang belum selesai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dan sekarang, setiap kali memasuki kelas, aku selalu bertanya apakah murid-muridku melewati malam yang berat? seperti yang pernah aku alami?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;saat menjalani masa kuliah diperantauan, aku menghabiskan malam pertama di kosan dengan menangis. setelah tujuh belas tahun tinggal di rumah, aku merasa takut dan tidak siap hidup di rantau. menjalani hari-hari ku sebagai mahasiswa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi itu hanya satu malam saja, karena malam-malam selanjutnya aku habiskan dengan tidur nyenyak karena lelah setelah menjalani orientasi kampus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;saat kegiatan perkuliahan mulai padat dan aku aktif di kegiatan kemahasiswaan, beberapa malam aku habiskan di kampus dengan para aktivis. merapatkan sesuatu hingga menyiapkan acara.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;beberapa malam aku habiskan di rentalan komputer milik ibu kos. karena uang kiriman dari ayah belum cukup untuk membeli komputer, sedangkan aku baru punya ide mengerjakan tugas kuliah setelah malam sudah larut.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;di tahun-tahun akhir kuliah, aku mengalami malam-malam yang berat dan panjang. bersyukur aku sudah bisa membeli komputer, jadi tidak perlu lagi begadang di rentalan, aku bisa mengetik laporan, makalah, dan booklet di kamar kos ku sambil diselingi makan cemilan, mie rebus, juga minum teh hangat yang ku buat dan seduh sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;terkadang ditengah kesibukan malam hari, ibu menelpon untuk memberiku semangat. &lt;i&gt;"............maaf ya nak, ibu hanya bisa bantu doa, semoga semua lancar, tetap sehat, dan diberi kelapangan pikiran untuk mengerjakan semua tugas kuliah, dan menjawab semua pertanyaan ujian."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ada tiga malam yang sangat berkesan selama kuliah, pertama adalah malam ketika aku berkesempatan menyaksikan pagelaran orkestra sebagai inagurasi teman-teman jurusan seni, kedua adalah malam pelepasan wisudwan, dan ketiga adalah malam menjelang sidang skripsi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sekarang, saat aku semakin dewasa, malam adalah saat untuk bermuhasabah. tidak banyak tugas yang harus ku kerjakan hingga malam, karena itu malam hari lebih banyak ku habiskan untuk menghitung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;menghitung berapa banyak hati yang telah ku sakiti, apakah lebih banyak dari hati yang telah ku bahagiakan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mengitung berapa banyak ilmu yang telah aku bagi, apakah lebih banyak dari gosip yang menyesatkan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;menghitung berapa banyak kantong plastik yang telah aku&amp;nbsp; buang? berapa banyak kertas yang telah aku pakai? berapa banyak polusi yang telah kusebarkan kepada alam? apakah sebanding dengan usahaku menjaga alam hanya dengan membuang sampah pada tempatnya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;menghitung berapa detik yang telah kuhabiskan untuk bersyukur? apakah lebih banyak dari waktu yang kuhabiskan untuk merutuki hidup?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mengira-ngira apakah masih sanggup melewati malam ini untuk bertemu esok pagi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, selamat malam dunia..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-8165729677984936602?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/8165729677984936602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/09/nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8165729677984936602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8165729677984936602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/09/nights.html' title='the nights'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-7814275758936218231</id><published>2010-09-15T12:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:04:05.672+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'>my favorite japanese kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/TJBQ5tOLMNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Uete5YrZEoc/s1600/arale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/TJBQ5tOLMNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Uete5YrZEoc/s320/arale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;arale&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/TJBPDN1kxVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BPRnSeBysVE/s1600/toto+chan.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/TJBPDN1kxVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BPRnSeBysVE/s320/toto+chan.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;toto chan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/TJBO4102WvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uSlIYNMjHPI/s320/ikkyu-san-150x150.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ikkyu san&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/TJBO4102WvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uSlIYNMjHPI/s1600/ikkyu-san-150x150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/TJBSUO3yzfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Hm6mg2GrGbo/s1600/maruko.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;maruko &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/TJBRiEb61uI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pRqfWNXYZZU/s320/kobochan2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;kobo chan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/TJBSUO3yzfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Hm6mg2GrGbo/s1600/maruko.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; 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           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- .entry-meta --&gt;              &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;What does the word “love” evoke in your mind? Is it your love affair with cheesecake or warm chocolate pudding? Or an image of you and your sweetie having an afternoon picnic? When you were a child, you probably loved your teddy bear or your parents. As you grow older, your understanding of love should grow and evolve, just like your understanding of everything else. Too often, we have a shallow understanding of love, concluding as long as two people make each other happy, that’s love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Love has lots of definitions. The most common are 1) a deep feeling of affection or attachment, 2) sexual affection or 3) a strong liking or predilection&amp;nbsp;for something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I would suggest that none of these definitions encompasses what mature love involves. In my interviews with long-time married couples, their view of love is not the fly-by-night romantic view. You might be surprised to learn the romance and affection is still there even for older couples, but there is something much more, something that happened along the way to make the love richer and more permanent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;What these mature couples have developed is a view that love is an action—a decision—not a feeling. The fact that they have been married a long time doesn’t mean they didn’t face serious obstacles. What it means is that they found a way through the obstacles. They didn’t always &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;loving toward one another, but they decided to love anyway. One couple who faced tremendous difficulties including a marital affair early in their marriage, talked about how this decision to love one another changed their perspective. They found that if they led with loving actions, their feelings soon followed. In other words, after they started acting lovingly, they felt more in love. They transformed their entire marriage more than 30 years ago to an extraordinarily loving one that continues today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Anyone who has children knows that children don’t always act in ways that deserve love, but good parents decide to love them anyway. You can’t say you love your children while you neglect them. Similarly, you can’t say you love your spouse if you neglect him or her and refuse to act&amp;nbsp;in a loving manner when your spouse doesn’t “deserve” it. For example, if your spouse is having a bad day, do you contribute to it, or do you provide encouragement? If you’re having an argument, do you sometimes choose to give in, or do you dig in your heels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;The bottom line is that you have to decide whom to love and how to love. Use your behavior and choices to lead your feelings, rather than allowing your daily feelings to determine your behavior. That’s mature love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To love is to choose.–Joseph Roux&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;retrieved from:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifegems4marriage.com/2009/01/09/is-love-a-decision-or-a-feeling/"&gt;http://lifegems4marriage.com/2009/01/09/is-love-a-decision-or-a-feeling/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="YontooInstallID" style="display: none;"&gt;DB887C3D-1FFF-8808-E50B-DE4B6A8C3DDE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="YontooClientVersion" style="display: none;"&gt;1.02.28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-8484143601892788724?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/8484143601892788724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-love-decision-or-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8484143601892788724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8484143601892788724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/09/is-love-decision-or-feeling.html' title='is love a decision or a feeling?'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-8762172470673475710</id><published>2010-09-15T09:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T09:29:52.101+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>we all married the wrong person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;Couples in crisis often reach the point where they decide they are just two poorly matched people. This precedes the decision to leave the relationship and go in search of that “right person.” Unfortunately, the odds of a successful marriage go down for each attempt at a new marriage. Psychiatrist and author of &lt;em&gt;The Secrets of Happily Married Men&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Secrets of Happily Married Women &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;The Secrets of Happy Families,&lt;/em&gt; Scott Haltzman, MD, says in truth, they are correct; we &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;married the wrong person. I found his comments from TV interviews so intriguing that I requested an interview with him to delve into the topic. Dr. Haltzman says even if we think we know a person well when we marry them, we are temporarily blinded by our love, which tends to minimize or ignore attributes that would make the relationship complicated or downright difficult. In addition, both individuals bring different expectations to the marriage, and we change individually and as a couple over time. No one gets a guarantee of marrying the right person, says Dr. Haltzman, so you should assume you married the wrong person. That doesn’t mean your marriage can’t be successful, however.&lt;br /&gt;“Most of us spend a lot of time filtering through possible mates in hopes that we will end up with the right match. Some people believe it’s an issue of finding a soul mate … the one true partner. Whether or not you enter into marriage believing your partner is THE one, you certainly believe he or she is A right person for you,” says Dr. Haltzman.&lt;br /&gt;He explains that if the success of a marriage were based on making the right choice, then those who carefully chose a good match would continue to sustain positive feelings the majority of the time, and over a long period. The theory would be proven correct that choosing well leads to success.&amp;nbsp; “But the divorce rate in and of itself stands as a great testament to the fallacy of that theory,” says Dr. Haltzman. Even the couples who remain married don’t describe themselves as completely happy with each other, he adds, but rather committed to one another.&lt;br /&gt;“If we believe we must find the &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; person to marry, then the course of our marriage becomes a constant test to see if we were correct in that choice,” says Dr. Haltzman, adding that today’s culture does not support standing by our promises. Instead, he says we receive the repeated message, “You deserve the best.” These attitudes contribute to marital dissatisfaction, he says.&lt;br /&gt;Dr.&amp;nbsp; Haltzman shared some research with me about the negative effects in our consumer society of having too many choices—which may lead to increased expectations and lower satisfaction. A book called &lt;em&gt;The Choice Paradox&lt;/em&gt; by Barry Schwartz shares research that flies in the face of conventional wisdom. (I will have another post about this topic soon, because there is much insight to glean.) I’ll cut to the chase and reveal that people are happier with the choices they make when there are relatively few choices from which to choose. With too many choices, we can become overburdened and regretful and constantly question our decision. Today, individuals may feel they have many choices of mates, and fear lost opportunities with potential “right” partners. This may happen even after a person is married, as he or she questions the decision to marry with each bump in the road.&lt;br /&gt;“My basic philosophy is we have to start with the premise when we choose our partner that we aren’t choosing with all the knowledge and information about them,” says Dr. Haltzman. “However, outside of the extreme scenarios of domestic violence, chronic substance abuse, or the inability to remain sexually faithful—which are good arguments for marrying the wrong person on a huge scale, and where it is unhealthy or unsafe to remain married—we need to say, ‘This is the person I chose, and I need to find a way to develop a sense of closeness with this person for who he or she really is and not how I fantasize them to be.’”&lt;br /&gt;That choice to work on the relationship can lead to a more profound, meaningful experience together. Dr. Haltzman offers the following tips to help us reconnect or improve our bond:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Respect your mate for his/her positive qualities, even when they have some important negative ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be the right person, instead of looking for the right person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a loving person, instead of waiting to get love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be considerate instead of waiting to receive consideration.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;To underscore the last couple of points, Dr. Haltzman says many people will put only so much effort into a relationship, then say, “I’ve done enough.” But very few of us will do that with our children. “Instead, we say despite their flaws, we wouldn’t want anyone else; yet, our kids can be much more of a pain in the ass than our spouses.”&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he advises, “Have the attitude that this is the person you are going to spend the rest of your life with, so you must find a way to make it work instead of always looking for the back door.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retrieved from: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifegems4marriage.com/2010/09/10/we-all-married-the-wrong-person/"&gt;http://lifegems4marriage.com/2010/09/10/we-all-married-the-wrong-person/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="YontooInstallID" style="display: none;"&gt;DB887C3D-1FFF-8808-E50B-DE4B6A8C3DDE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="YontooClientVersion" style="display: none;"&gt;1.02.28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-8762172470673475710?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/8762172470673475710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-all-married-wrong-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8762172470673475710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8762172470673475710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-all-married-wrong-person.html' title='we all married the wrong person'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-1099599864521360596</id><published>2010-08-31T23:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:55:12.914+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Aren't you afraid?</title><content type='html'>When the night falls and earth covered by darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't you afraid??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that tomorrow might not come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that the sun might feel tired and decided to stop shining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that the world would stop spinning around and just stood still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you will stop breathing, and your heart stops beating, and your blood stop pumping &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you won't have another chance to see your love ones&lt;br /&gt;to tell them how you love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you don't have more time to do good and fix mistakes you've made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't you afraid???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz i am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1099599864521360596?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1099599864521360596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/08/arent-you-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1099599864521360596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1099599864521360596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/08/arent-you-afraid.html' title='Aren&apos;t you afraid?'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-531970730263083541</id><published>2010-08-19T21:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:50:38.437+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'>Toki o kakeru shôjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trailer &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S4bArI4nguQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S4bArI4nguQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Synopsis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Makoto Konno finds herself running late for school on 7/13. Her entire day seems to be one bad incident after another: -she fails a surprise test. -singes her hair from cooking class accident. -ends up being knocked over by two guys horsing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being on clean-up detail in class and assigned to return text manuals, she makes her way through a science lab. Noting a strange object on the floor, she is momentarily surprised when someone enters the room, causing her to fall on the object. As she does, a series of strange images fly past her, before she eventually falls to the ground. She attempts to find out who was in the room with her, but the person is long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Makoto goes to see her Aunt at an art museum. However, the brakes on her bike give out, and she ends up hitting a guard-rail, flying into the path of an passing train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, instead of dying, Makoto finds herself several yards away from the guard rail, and watches as the train goes by. Makoto eventually makes it to her Aunt's workplace, and explains the strange incident. Her Aunt calmly explains that Makoto experienced a 'Time Leap,' which allowed Makoto to leap back in time several seconds before the accident that would have killed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makoto finds it hard to believe, and spends the rest of the evening pondering this. Leaving the house, she attempts to leap off the edge of a shallow riverbed...and finds herself having gone back a full day (to the date 7/12). Makoto then stays with the timeline, and lives out day 7/13 again...only this time, making it a perfect day. She arrives early to school, aces her surprise test (finishing quicker than everyone else), and has a classmate named Takase take her place at one of the cooking class stations. This causes him to reap the misfortune that she had previously, and makes him a target by some other guys in class (unknown to Makoto at the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makoto also uses her powers for more personal reasons, such as turning one hour into ten during a karaoke session, and leaping back to have her favorite meal. At one point, her friend Chiaki attempts to ask her if they should be a couple, and Makoto time leaps to avoid the situation. This eventually leads to Chiaki instead taking an interest in another classmate named Yuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makoto relays this information to her Aunt, but her Aunt cautions her to be careful with her powers. Makoto soon finds that her actions definitely have an effect on others. Takase has been bullied ever since the cooking class misfortune, and at one point in anger, he tosses a fire extinguisher that injures one of Makoto's classmates. Makoto also notes a strange numbered tattoo on her arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0808506/synopsis"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to read the full synopsis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Memorable Quotes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2337578/"&gt;Makoto Konno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;voiceover&lt;/i&gt;] If today... If today were a normal day, there wouldn't have been any problems. But... I'd forgotten that today was an extremely unlucky day. It's crazy... but I'm going to die. This is it. If I had known, I would have gotten up earlier. I wouldn't have slept in. Wouldn't have been late. Done a better job on my tempura. Avoid being knocked over by stupid boys. And today was supposed to be NICE day...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ====================================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2337578/"&gt;Makoto Konno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Why did you use it? Shouldn't it have been saved for the right time?  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1897007/"&gt;Chiaki Mamiya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: It was the right time. You don't remember, but Kousuke and that girl died once at that crossing. A certain someone was crying with guilt, so I had no choice. I had to go back, but before I noticed, it was summer. Being with you two... was too much fun. It was the first time I ever saw a running river on the surface. It was the first time I ever rode a bike. It was the first time I ever knew how vast the sky was. And above all... it was the first time I'd ever seen so many people in one place. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;source: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0808506&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-531970730263083541?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/531970730263083541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/08/toki-o-kakeru-shojo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/531970730263083541'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Lelaki sempurna yang kuimpikan&lt;br /&gt;Adalah seseorang yang menenangkan jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki sempurna seperti dia&lt;br /&gt;Punya segala sifat indah tanpa cela&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki sempurna berkiblat surga&lt;br /&gt;Menyejukkan hati dengan akhlak mulia&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki sempurna seperti dia&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi penuntun dunia dan akhirat&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki impianku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Amin jujur amanah dipercaya&lt;br /&gt;Fathonah cerdas serta tepati janji&lt;br /&gt;Tawadhu rendah hati&lt;br /&gt;Amiru berbuat baik&lt;br /&gt;Shiddiq duniawi&lt;br /&gt;dermawan tawakal sabar hati&lt;br /&gt;Istiqomah berada dijalan lurus&lt;br /&gt;Itulah sifat rasul&lt;br /&gt;Sifat sifat sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Sifat lelaki dambaan kita semua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki sempurna berkiblat surga&lt;br /&gt;Menyejukkan hati dengan akhlak mulia&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki sempurna seperti dia&lt;br /&gt;Menjadikan penuntun dunia dan akhirat&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki impianku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Amin jujur amanah dipercaya&lt;br /&gt;Fathonah cerdas serta tepati janji&lt;br /&gt;Tawadhu rendah hati&lt;br /&gt;Amiru berbuat baik&lt;br /&gt;Shiddiq duniawi&lt;br /&gt;dermawan tawakal sabar hati&lt;br /&gt;Istiqomah berada dijalan lurus&lt;br /&gt;Itulah sifat rasul&lt;br /&gt;Sifat sifat sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Sifat lelaki dambaan kita semua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Amin jujur amanah dipercaya&lt;br /&gt;Fathonah cerdas serta tepati janji&lt;br /&gt;Tawadhu rendah hati&lt;br /&gt;Amiru berbuat baik&lt;br /&gt;Shiddiq duniawi&lt;br /&gt;dermawan tawakal sabar hati&lt;br /&gt;Istiqomah berada dijalan lurus&lt;br /&gt;Itulah sifat rasul&lt;br /&gt;Sifat sifat sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Sifat lelaki dambaan kita semua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki sempurna seperti dia&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki impian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;sebuah lirik lagu indah yang dinyanyikan Gita Gutawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;sungguhpun aku bukanlah seorang wanita sempurna yang layak mendapatkan seorang lelaki sempurna untuk mendampingiku dalam dunia dan akhiratku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;maka cukuplah bagiku seorang lelaki baik yang dipilihkan Allah untukku, yang mau bersama berjuang untuk menggapai kemuliaan, kebaikan, dan keberkahan hidup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="gen"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;wanita-wanita yang baik adalah untuk laki-laki yang baik dan laki-laki yang baik adalah untuk wanita-wanita yang baik (pula).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="gen"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;(QS An Nur:26)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-4143783518373025779?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;following the independence day ceremony earlier today at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;all the participants both teachers and students were expected to give their full attention to remember the countless heroes sacrificing their lives and everything to gain the country independence 65 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;for every second counts, every single move is special.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;full attention means silent. focus on what was going during the ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;no talking to friend, no comment to any mistake made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;the students, especially, were first warned about the importance of being silent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;but what was missing was the full attention from the teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;some of my fellow teachers, though not all of them had failed to give their full attention and made the warning given to the students just empty words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;just like humming birds*, they kept talking to each other. commenting on every single thing happened, grunting and grumbling on every mistake made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;what an example!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;silence means silence dear teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;if you asked your students to remain silent, you should forced yourselves to keep silent as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you do not comment on your students mistakes, you fix them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you do not wait for them to consult you, you come and give them advise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you do not warn the students, you give them example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;your words mean nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's what you do that means everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ohhh...teachers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;may God bless you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Indepence Day Indonesia..................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Their English name derives from the characteristic &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hum_%28sound%29" title="Hum (sound)"&gt;hum&lt;/a&gt; made by their rapid wing beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hummingbird)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-2438732243619148554?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/2438732243619148554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/08/humming-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/2438732243619148554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/2438732243619148554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/08/humming-bird.html' title='humming bird'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-1402722869151159006</id><published>2010-08-17T20:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:31:59.696+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><title type='text'>7 hari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bulan ramadhan sudah melewati hari ke tujuh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;banyak hal yag terjadi saat melewati hari demi harinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;apa makna bulan ramadhan? apakah aku termasuk yang berhasil atau yang gagal dalam menjalaninya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pasti ada rahasia dan hikmah yang begitu besar sehingga Allah menjadikan bulan in begitu istimewa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;di dalamnya terdapat malam seribu bulan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dalam menjalankan ibadah puasa di bulan ramadhan kita dituntut untuk menahan nafsu. nafsu makan, nafsu jiwa, dan nafsu lainnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi banyak yang terjadi adalah kita malah menumpuk nafsu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;contoh yang sederhana adalah omset penjualan makanan yang meningkat selama ramadhan, bahkan sampai 60 persen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;di tepi jalan berderet pedagang makanan dadakan, dan sejauh pengamatanku setiap pedagang pasti dikerubuti pembeli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jadi sebenarnya sejak waktu imsak kita sudah menumpuk nafsu makan untuk dilampiaskan saat berbuka nanti.&lt;br /&gt;beberapa ibu rumah tangga yang aku kenalpun mengeluh tentang pengeluaran selama ramadhan yang membengkak dibanding hari biasa. karena berbuka puasa dijadikan alasan untuk menyantap makanan istimewa yang jelas harganya lebih mahal dari menu sehari-hari. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hmmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemudian kita juga diperintahkan untuk menahan nafsu jiwa. kita diharuskan untuk berbaik sangka, berkasih sayang terhadap sesama, menghindarkan diri dari bergosip, menghindarkan diri dari tutur kata yang menyakiti saudara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi ketika maghrib tiba, kita seolah terbebas dari belenggu dan melampiaskan semuanya. bahkan sebelum maghrib kita sudah memenuhi mulut dan pikiran dengan gosip dan cela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jadi apa makna ramadhan bagi kita, ketika kita gagal total mengendalikan diri.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ketika yang kita dapat dari puasa kita hanyalah lapar dan dahaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hmmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;berpuasa adalah silent devotion. bukan hingar bingar perayaan yang diisi dengan kemeriahan buka bersama, kemeriahan taraweh di masjid, atau kemeriahan tabligh akbar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ah...sok bijak ya????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;betapapun yang aku tuliskan di atas bukan untuk menggurui atau menghakimi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;semua kata adalah pengingat untuk diri sendiri agar bisa beribadah dengan baik, dengan tulus ikhlas, dengan senyap namun penuh keyakinan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jika ada yang berpendapat nyinyir dengan berkata:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"mengapa minta maaf harus menunggu ramadhan" (&lt;i&gt;lebih baik daripada tidak minta maaf sama sekali&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"bagiku bulan ramadhan sama saja dengan bulan yang lainnya" (&lt;i&gt;tidak sama, karena bulan ini kita berpuasa dan bertaraweh dan bertadarus&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;biarlah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bagiku ramadhan tetap istimewa, maka aku akan menjadikan diriku istimewa dengan menjadikan ramadhan bulan yang istimewa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1402722869151159006?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1402722869151159006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/08/7-hari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1402722869151159006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1402722869151159006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/08/7-hari.html' title='7 hari'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-3057838298374438675</id><published>2010-08-12T08:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:49:00.525+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><title type='text'>take a bow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;three version of take a bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;1. Madonna&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwV1p7jrBsA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwV1p7jrBsA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J3UjJ4wKLkg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J3UjJ4wKLkg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Leona lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="240" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQphI-FRzDM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQphI-FRzDM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;which one is your favorite????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-3057838298374438675?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/3057838298374438675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/08/take-bow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3057838298374438675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3057838298374438675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/08/take-bow.html' title='take a bow'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-1632490976250592943</id><published>2010-08-12T06:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T06:37:16.597+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'>tentang iklan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my random thoughts tentang iklan yang berseliweran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;libur awal puasa membuatku punya banyak waktu untuk nonton iklan di tv karena porsi iklan memang lebih banyak daripada acara tv-nya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dan berikut adalah hasil pemikiran akibat iklan yang muncul berulang ulang sampai aku merasa nonton iklan diselingi berita, atau nonton iklan diselingi bolang, dan bukan sebaliknya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT1DbYfyd3rI_V5J97woiN4ElW-Rd2ztHwRmHPHblQTqCSzke8&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__Z5ipEOrK-SjHsfdzMGPxOsBqt_8=" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT1DbYfyd3rI_V5J97woiN4ElW-Rd2ztHwRmHPHblQTqCSzke8&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__Z5ipEOrK-SjHsfdzMGPxOsBqt_8=" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. iklan telkomsel dengan backsound opick mengingatkan aku pada film berjudul pay it forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi yang aneh, setelah iklan ini muter-muter dari proyek bangunan sampe naik mobil ke pedesaan, kok bisa balik lagi ke proyek bangunan terus tiba-tiba semuanya ada di desa????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;padahal idenya sudah bagus. mengajak orang berbuat kebaikan dengan melakukan kebaikan berantai. tapi rangkaian kebaikan yang tercipta malah menjadi absurd dengan ending yang dipaksakan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jelas-jelas bapak tukang bangunan itu sedang ada di proyeknya di kota, kok tiba-tiba ada di desa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRSN8zyRHIZvMaM5GFKtKOvzLfzr7VUDWHVZdZQFdvuM45Czu0&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__3N7v_46fhl0qmQZQQZ7fowhSP4s=" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRSN8zyRHIZvMaM5GFKtKOvzLfzr7VUDWHVZdZQFdvuM45Czu0&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__3N7v_46fhl0qmQZQQZ7fowhSP4s=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. iklan ponds yang versi pohon dan bench.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;iklan produk ini memang memprovokasi dan menyeting standar baru tentang kata cantik. sudah banyak yang membahasnya. betapa wanita harus berkulit putih untuk bisa menarik perhatian lawan jenis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi bukan itu yang menarik perhatianku.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;adegan bahwa akhirnya si pria memindahkan pohon tempat si wanita sering membaca dan meletakkannya di belakang bench tempat dia membaca menjadikan satu kesimpulan baru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;wanita tak hanya harus cantik untuk dapat menarik perhatian pria, tapi juga harus rela "berpindah".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pindah disini yang ditandai dengan keputusan pria memindahkan pohon dan bukan memindahkan bench memiliki arti banyak. bisa pindah tempat tinggal, pindah pekerjaan, pindah keyakinan, dan pindah lainnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lagi-lagi produk ini menyeting standar baru dan nyaris menghilangkan emansipasi wanita dengan meletakkan laki-laki sebagai makhluk superior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. iklan sirup marjan versi restoran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ga ada yang istimewa dari iklan ini. meski sering berseliweran aku ga tertarik untuk beli marjan. malahan aku pengennya beli ABC special grade karna botolnya bagus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRwvyVqqjrU3U115b3pKkrOX6gP0yj0YW_5hhrXGXegB043nRg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__NzaicFHAcajswc8fAfRXnqqblXI=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRwvyVqqjrU3U115b3pKkrOX6gP0yj0YW_5hhrXGXegB043nRg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__NzaicFHAcajswc8fAfRXnqqblXI=" width="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi iklan ini jadi menarik karena tiba-tiba pas lagi nonton tv bareng di ruang tengah ada yang nyeletuk. "eh, beli melon yang bijinya strawberry dimana ya???? enak kali ya, seger-seger gimana..gitu..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hallloooo????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;puasa sih puasa non...!!! masa akal sehat jadi ikutan puasa juga sih???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi lumayan lah buat hiburan menjelang maghrib hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;kejadian itu mengingatkan aku tentang isi iklan yang cenderung lebayyyyy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yah, jauh dari kenyataan. makanya sebagai penonton yang cerdas, kita anggap aja itu sebagai hiburan. ga usah dianggap serius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sampe jamannya monyet tanpa bulu, ga akan ketemu tuh buah melon yang bijinya strawberry :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;eh, tapi bukannya yang lebay lebay itu melanggar kode etik periklanan ya???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. iklan gulaku versi terbaru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQFNLyKms2pBlvmMSIKaiXxYQ4YzRUAmJiGH36dsXF_CVkE6Pc&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__ophPdBMoVUCkeZZ_0Vzs5j73XQw=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQFNLyKms2pBlvmMSIKaiXxYQ4YzRUAmJiGH36dsXF_CVkE6Pc&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__ophPdBMoVUCkeZZ_0Vzs5j73XQw=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dari versi-versi sebelumnya, iklan gulaku emang enak diliat. penggunaan teknologi animasi cukup menarik perhatianku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dan bukan cuma aku yang kepincut dengan iklan ini, manusia terkecil di rumah yang baru 2 tahun sukses dibuat tak berkutik setiap iklan ini tayang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;kayaknya sayang banget kalo dia sampe kehilangan moment yang cuma beberapa detik itu. meski sedang asik melakukan aktifitas, dia akan berhenti sejenak dan fokus melihat iklan sampai selesai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bagus..................nod nod nod....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. setelah baca tulisan ga penting ini, jadi kepikiran iklan apa ya????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ga usah ikut mikir lah... ga penting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAPPY RAMADHAN EVERY BODY...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1632490976250592943?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1632490976250592943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/08/tentang-iklan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1632490976250592943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1632490976250592943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/08/tentang-iklan.html' title='tentang iklan'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-2278204776994076787</id><published>2010-08-12T05:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T05:31:49.783+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><title type='text'>status mario teguh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="UIIntentionalStory_Header"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=52472954880" href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mario-Teguh/52472954880"&gt;Mario Teguh&lt;/a&gt; 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text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/3581/lagrima0fe.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/3581/lagrima0fe.png" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lelaki tidak boleh menangis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;really?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;how naive, how pathetic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;menangis adalah bahasa universal yang bisa dilakukan oleh semua orang di dunia. tak peduli bangsa mana, berapa usianya, miskin ataupun kaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sering kali mendengar ucapan orang tua untuk anak lelakinya, jangan menangis nak, lelaki harus tegar, jangan cengeng. seolah air mata adalah hal tabu bagi kaum maskulin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;padahal menurutku menangis tidak mengurangi maskulinitas seseorang. menangis pada saat sedih, saat takut, saat cemas, ataupun saat bahagia adalah sehat secara psikologis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;menangis bisa mengurangi beban dan tekanan yang sedang dihadapi pada saat-saat tertentu, tak peduli dia lelaki atau wanita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;menangislah bila perlu, karena menangis adalah manusiawi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jika menangis memang tabu bagi lelaki, maka kita harus belajar, membuka mata dari ajang piala dunia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ya, piala dunia yang notabene adalah kompetisi maskulin justru menghadirkan banyak adegan tangis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;di lapangan yang dipenuhi oleh lelaki, tak jarang kita melihat beberapa dintaranya yang menangis pada saat wasit meniup peluit panjang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;beberapa pesepak bola top dunia terlihat meneteskan air mata di lapangan. lihatlah bagaimana Luis Suarez menangis setelah di kartu merah karena menghalau bola dengan tangan. Lionel Messi menangis dipelukan Diego Mardona setelah gagal melaju ke semifinal. Assamoah Gyan tak kuasa menahan kecewa dan menangis karena gagal melakukan penalti pada menit terakhir laga penentuan Ghana. Wesley Sneijder pun menangis saat Belanda gagal menjadi juara piala dunia. dan hampir semua pemain Itali dan Brazil menangis saat harus pulang tanpa gelar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;"Any man who isn't afraid to cry in front of others is sure enough of himself to always show his true feelings and has the potential to be upfront and honest in his relationships."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;just let the tears flow. no afraid. no offense. it's human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jadi, kawanku yang maskulin, yang merasa dirinya adalah pejantan tangguh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;masih malukah untuk menangis???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jika kau merasa sangat jantan dan ingin menjaga citra itu, mulailah menangis dan berhentilah merokok!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(^.^) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-dwizan-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1345095936241318728?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1345095936241318728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/menangislah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1345095936241318728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1345095936241318728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/menangislah.html' title='menangislah.....'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-972563389311869894</id><published>2010-07-11T18:38:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:52:26.622+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><title type='text'>so, you call it quits????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Rant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to whom it may concern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;so you think being married is a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;job&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;when things aren't going so well&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;you call it &lt;b&gt;Q.U.I.T.S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;and find another one!!!!?????#@#**!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isomehowhate.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/rant-girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.isomehowhate.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/rant-girl.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;PLEASE...............deh..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;p.s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;inspired by the increasing divorce rate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still married, are you???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;-dwizan-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-972563389311869894?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/972563389311869894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-you-call-it-quit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/972563389311869894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/972563389311869894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-you-call-it-quit.html' title='so, you call it quits????????'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-4971517212667123140</id><published>2010-07-11T18:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:51:57.912+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'>first and last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tomorrow is......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;the last day of world cup 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;the first day of new academic year 2010/2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;YAY!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;i &lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt; love monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;bubye Zakumi!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;hi freshmen!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waka waka e..e....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_hL7tI7o1Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_hL7tI7o1Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-4971517212667123140?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/4971517212667123140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-and-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4971517212667123140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4971517212667123140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-and-last.html' title='first and last'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-1703637734783110564</id><published>2010-07-04T20:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T20:12:16.519+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>3 idiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/TDCGasrhSnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/BIIUFta3yxY/s1600/3+Idiots+Aamir+Khan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/TDCGasrhSnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/BIIUFta3yxY/s320/3+Idiots+Aamir+Khan.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;okay...satu lagi film yang baru aku tonton di masa liburan ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;film india tepatnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ini adalah film hollywood kedua yang aku tonton yang temanya bukan cinta melulu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sebelum film ini, aku selalu menikmati bintang bollywood dan nyayiannya dalam film-film yang bertema cinta, sebut saja kuch-kuch hota hai, kal ho na ho, kabhi kushi kabhi gham, chalte chalte, dan kabhi al vida na kehna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku adalah penikmat film, dalam genre apapun, dari negara manapun. tapi yang sering dan paling suka ditonton adalah produksi Hollywood genre romantic comedy and drama. yang hampir selalu berhasil membuatku terbahak dan termehek hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;kembali fokus pada film yang baru saja aku tonton ini, 3 idiots. aku tidak tertarik dengan judulnya. makanya walaupun film ini sudah di review dan dirilis dari desember 2009, aku baru menontonnya hari ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;judulnya yang kalau diartikan menjadi tiga orang bodoh, membuatku membayangkan bahwa sepanjang film akan diisi dengan tindakan-tindakan konyol dari para tokohnya, nyayian dan goyangan konyol khas film india, apalagi durasinya 3 jam. ohhh BIG NO NO..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi setelah menonton, semua bayangan jahat dan buruk tentang betapa idiotnya film ini menguap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku justru mendapati ide cermerlang tentang sekolah dan pendidikan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;film ini dibuat berdasarkan novel dengan judul "five point someone" oleh Chetan Bhagat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi sang sutradara Rajkumar Hirani mengubah nama dan atribut para tokohnya. Secara garis besar film dan bukunya terasa berbeda, karena plot dari buku dimodifikasi untuk kesesuaian dengan plot film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;film ini bercerita tentang tiga mahasiswa universitas teknik terkemuka yaitu ICE. tapi dalam perjalanan kuliahnya, mereka menemukan bahwa diperguruan tinggi terbaik pun banyak ditemui uninspiring teacher, rigid teaching method, yang tidak memberikan kesempatan para mahasiswa untuk berkembang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;semuanya harus patuh pada aturan kampus, semuanya hanya terfokus pada cara mendapatkan nilai yang bagus agar dapat bekerja di perusahaan besar dan menjadi sukses secara materi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;di dalam kelas tidak ada kesempatan bagi para mahasiswa untuk berdiskusi tentang ilmu yang mereka pelajari, semuanya harus terfokus pada buku teks yang dipakai. bahkan saking ketatnya peraturan kampus, ada mahasiswa yang mati bunuh diri karena tidak lulus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tiga tokoh utama dalam film ini digambarkan sebagi kaum pembaharu yang ingin mengubah sistem universitas yang kaku. meski dalam perjalanannya mereka harus menghadapi banyak rintangan, hingga nyaris dikeluarkan dari kampus dan salah satunya nyaris mati bunuh diri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dalam perkembangan plotnya, film ini sebenarnya menghadirkan kisah klasik yang terjadi pada masyarakat kebanyakan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tuntutan untuk sekolah agar menjadi orang sukses, agar bisa mengubah yang miskin menjadi kaya. (digambarkan oleh tokoh raju rastogi yang kuliah dijurusan teknik untuk mengangkat keluarganya dari kemiskinan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anggapan stereotip tentang profesi tertentu yang lebih menjanjikan dibanding profesi yang lain. (digambarkan oleh tokoh farhan yang dipaksa untuk kuliah dijurusan teknik karena sang ayah tidak suka dia menjadi fotografer dengan penghasilan rendah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;seperti film bollywood kebanyakan, dalam film ini akan dijumpai tarian dan nyayian. juga ada beberapa adegan yang terlalu didramatisir bahkan cenderung lebay. ada juga bumbu tentang cinta dan happy ending khas film india.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yang paling membuat film ini berkesan adalah salah satu tokoh central dalam film ini&amp;nbsp; (rancho) mengatakan bahwa kita tidak harus mengejar sukses tapi harus menjadi unggul, karena kesuksesan akan datang menghampiri orang yang unggul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;juga anggapan bahwa kesuksesan bukan hanya melulu materi. karena itu dalam bekerja atau memilih pekerjaan, kita harus memilih dan melakukan yang kita suka agar kita bahagia.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;belajar bukan hanya untuk mendapatkan nilai dan gelar insinyur tetapi untuk mendapatkan pengetahuan.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sebuah pemikiran dan prinsip yang patut untuk dicontoh. terutama karena dalam dunia pendidikan yang aku geluti, banyak siswa ataupun guru yang lebih menekankan pada perbaikan nilai akademik, daripada fokus pada perkembangan kognitif pengetahuan maupun pengembangan diri dan sikap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yup, ternyata 3 idoits are not idiot at all, they are brilliant :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;dwizan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1703637734783110564?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1703637734783110564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-idiots.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1703637734783110564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1703637734783110564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-idiots.html' title='3 idiots'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/TDCGasrhSnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/BIIUFta3yxY/s72-c/3+Idiots+Aamir+Khan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-1911627319500310951</id><published>2010-07-02T15:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T15:52:06.256+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>be thankful 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what happens in heaven&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around. We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, 'This is the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to Allah (SWT) said in prayer are received.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so many angels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets and scraps from people all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.&lt;br /&gt;The angel then said to me, 'This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and delivered to the living persons who asked for them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requested and were being packaged for delivery to Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the Door of a very small station to my great surprise, only one angel was seated there, idly doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;'This is the Acknowledgment Section,' my angel friend quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed 'How is it that there is no work going on here?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;'So sad,' the angel sighed. 'After people receive the blessings that they asked For, very few send back acknowledgments.'&lt;br /&gt;And when affliction touches a man, he calls on Us, whether lying on his side or sitting or standing; but when We remove his affliction from him, he passes on as though he had never called on Us on account of an affliction that touched him; Noble Qur'an (10:12)&lt;br /&gt;'How does one acknowledge Allah's (SWT) blessings?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;'Simple,' the angel answered. Just say, 'Thank you, Allah (SWT).'&lt;br /&gt;'What blessings should they acknowledge?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of this world. If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the worlds wealthy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity.'&lt;br /&gt;Also ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you woke up this morning with more health than illness ... You are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation ... You are ahead of 700 million people in the world.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you can attend a Mosque without the fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion people in the world.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If your parents are still alive and still married ... you are very rare.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you're unique to all those in doubt and despair.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what now? How can I start?&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day, count your blessings, and if you want, pass this along to remind everyone else how blessed we all are.&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgment Section: 'Thank you Allah (SWT), for giving me the ability to share this message and for giving me so many wonderful people to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ezsoftech.com/stories/mis30.asp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1911627319500310951?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1911627319500310951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/be-thankful-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1911627319500310951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1911627319500310951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/be-thankful-3.html' title='be thankful 3'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-2754476308650736713</id><published>2010-07-02T15:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T15:34:26.576+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>a brother like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;when we heard of someone getting prizes, so often we wish that we are that someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;but this story teach us, how we could be happier if we wish that we are the one &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;giving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; prizes not the one &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;prizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;========================================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;Shuaib received an automobile from his brother as an Eid present. On Eid day when Shuaib came out of his house, a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it. "Is this your car, Uncle?" he asked. Shuaib nodded. "My brother gave it to me for Eid." The boy was astounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you nothing? Boy, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" He hesitated. Of course Shuaib knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Shuaib all the way down to his heels. "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;," the boy went on, "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that I could be a brother like that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." Shuaib looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added, "Would you like to take a ride in my automobile?" "Oh yes, I'd love that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, "Uncle, would you mind driving in front of my house?" Shuaib smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a big automobile. But Shuaib was wrong again. "Will you stop where those two steps are?" the boy asked. He ran up the steps. Then in a little while Shuaib heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There it is, little brother, just like I told you upstairs. His brother gave it to him for Eid and it didn't cost him a penny. And some day I'm gonna give you one just like it...then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the Shop windows that I've been trying to tell you about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuaib got out and lifted the boy to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother climbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable ride.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;That Eid, Shuaib learned what the RasulAllah (salAllahu alayhi wasalam) meant when he had said: "love for your brother what you love for yourself".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.islamcan.com/islamic-stories/a-brother-like-that.shtml"&gt;http://www.islamcan.com/islamic-stories/a-brother-like-that.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;=========================================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;*to receive is delightful but to give is even more delightful........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;-dwizan-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-2754476308650736713?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/2754476308650736713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/brother-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/2754476308650736713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/2754476308650736713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/brother-like-that.html' title='a brother like that'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-8390341504960317970</id><published>2010-07-02T15:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T15:12:53.572+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>be thankful 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire. &lt;br /&gt;If you did, what would there be to look forward to? &lt;br /&gt;Be thankful when you don't know something, &lt;br /&gt;for it gives you the opportunity to learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for the difficult times. &lt;br /&gt;During those times you grow. &lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for your limitations, &lt;br /&gt;because they give you opportunities for improvement. &lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for each new challenge, &lt;br /&gt;because it will build your strength and character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for your mistakes. They will teach you valuable lessons. &lt;br /&gt;Be thankful when you're tired and weary, &lt;br /&gt;because it means you've made a difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to be thankful for the good things. &lt;br /&gt;A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who &lt;br /&gt;are also thankful for the setbacks. &lt;br /&gt;Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive. &lt;br /&gt;Find a way to be thankful for your troubles, &lt;br /&gt;and they can become your blessings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-8390341504960317970?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/8390341504960317970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/be-thankful-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8390341504960317970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8390341504960317970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/be-thankful-2.html' title='be thankful 2'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-2659361705366561423</id><published>2010-07-02T09:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:05:48.572+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><title type='text'>pantaskah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;berhentilah meratapi diri yang merasa hanya pantas sebagai bawahan bukan pimpinan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;berhentilah merutuki nasib sebagai orang yang tidak pantas meraih kebahagiaan dan kesuksesan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sekiranya itulah pemahaman yang aku dapat dari status FB mario teguh pagi ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;setiap manusia memang berhak dan pantas untuk berhasil, untuk menjadi pemimpin, untuk meraih impian tertinggi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;namun tidak tanpa usaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yang utama adalah dengan memantaskan diri. membuat diri kita pantas berhasil, membuat diri kita pantas menjadi pemimpin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;selama ini kita belum berhasil, kemungkinan besar adalah karena kita tidak melakukan hal-hal yang membuat kita pantas untuk berhasil. banyak hal yang telah kita lakukan malah membuat kita menjadi orang yang pantas gagal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kita ingin pantas menjadi pemimpin, padahal kelakuan kita sehari-hari hanya pantas untuk bawahan. kita bahkan belum pantas untuk memimpin diri sendiri, sesuatu yang menjadi keharusan sebelum kita bisa memimpin orang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hanya pemenang yang mendapat piala. jika ingin menang, berlatihlan, berusalah, dan bertindaklah selayaknya pemenang, hingga kita pantas menjadi pemenang dan mendapat piala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;saat ini, begitu banyak manusia yang merasa pantas menjadi pemimpin bagi manusia lain. padahal mereka sama sekali tidak berusaha membuat diri mereka pantas untuk dijadikan pemimpin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ketika keinginan untuk menjadi pimpinan ditolak oleh para calon bawahannya, yang dilakukan adalah memarahi, memaki, menyalahkan para calon bawahan itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;seharusnya para calon pemimpin itu bercermin dan mengoreksi diri. mengapa mereka dianggap tidak pantas menjadi pimpinan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;seharusnya penolakan itu dijadikan ukuran untuk memperbaiki diri, meningkatkan kualitas sehingga dia pantas menjadi pemimpin sejati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;seorang imam yang setiap tiba gilirannya untuk megimami di masjid, mendapati jumlah jamaahnya berkurang dibandingkan dengan imam yang lain, seharusnya tidak malah menyalahkan para jamaah. menganggap mereka malas, menganggap mereka memilih-milih imam dalam beribadah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;meski mungkin anggapan itu benar, namun akan lebih benar jika sang imam kemudian menggunakan kenyataan itu sebagai tolok ukur kepantasan dirinya sebagai imam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mungkin saja dia tidak mengimami dengan tulus, sehingga jamaah tidak merasakan kekhusyuan dalam shalatnya. atau mungkin bacaan ayat sang imam yang itu-itu saja sehingga membuat jamaah merasa bosan. atau mungkin bacaan sang imam yang kurang tartil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jadi, daripada sibuk manyalahkan orang lain, lebih baik dia gunakan waktunya untuk memperbaiki diri. bagaimanapun, para jamaah berhak mendapatkan pemimpin yang baik dalam ibadahnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pun demikian para calon pemimpin daerah yang tidak menang dalam pilkada, atau para calon ketua KPK yang tidak lolos seleksi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;daripada sibuk berdemo, sibuk membuat aduan-aduan hukum, sibuk mencari-cari celah panitia pemilihan, lebih baik menggunakan waktu, tenaga, dan hartanya untuk memperbaiki diri, untuk membuat diri mereka pantas sebagai pemimpin di masa depan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"setiap kita memang pantas berhasil dan pantas menjadi pemimpin, tetapi untuk itu kita harus berusaha sekuat tenaga untuk memantaskan diri menjadi berhasil dan menjadi pemimpin."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sudah pantaskah anda berhasil?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dwizan-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-2659361705366561423?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/2659361705366561423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/pantaskah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/2659361705366561423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/2659361705366561423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/07/pantaskah.html' title='pantaskah?'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-6478194485933996651</id><published>2010-06-23T17:08:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:19:54.415+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>rain of june</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;heran karena cuaca yang semakin tak menentu. meski sudah bulan juni tapi masih saja sering hujan. lebih baik mensyukuri segala yang ada dengan indah. seperti indahnya puisi ini:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;      tak ada yang lebih tabah dari hujan bulan juni&lt;br /&gt;dirahasiakannya rintik rindunya kepada pohon berbunga itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;tak ada yang lebih bijak dari hujan bulan juni&lt;br /&gt;dihapusnya jejak-jejak kakinya yang ragu-ragu di jalan itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;tak ada yang lebih arif dari hujan bulan juni&lt;br /&gt;dibiarkannya yang tak terucapkan diserap akar pohon bunga itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nothing is tougher than the rain of June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;It keeps its own little miss to that flowered tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nothing is wiser than the rain of June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;It vanishes its own foot traces which was doubtful along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nothing is more kind than the rain of June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;It lets what was untold absorbed by that flowered tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;hujan bulan juni by Sapardi Djoko Damono "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-6478194485933996651?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/6478194485933996651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/rain-of-june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/6478194485933996651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/6478194485933996651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/rain-of-june.html' title='rain of june'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-6782697143891791166</id><published>2010-06-23T15:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:50:17.358+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><title type='text'>all grown ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;Sejak kecil nge fans sama Sherina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lzSaQREY7YA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lzSaQREY7YA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai sekarang pun&amp;nbsp; masih nge fans sama Sherina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0sVBoYGBE4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0sVBoYGBE4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;all grown ups.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-6782697143891791166?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/6782697143891791166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-grown-ups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/6782697143891791166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/6782697143891791166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-grown-ups.html' title='all grown ups'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-5905059610444330110</id><published>2010-06-21T10:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:24:41.844+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><title type='text'>the blind side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;my favorite movie of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plot summary: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Based on the true story of Leigh Anne and Sean Tuohy who take in a homeless teenage African-American, Michael "Big Mike" Oher. Michael has no idea who is father is and his mother is a crack head. Michael has had little formal education and few skills to help him learn. Leigh Anne soon takes charge however, as is her nature, ensuring that the young man has every opportunity to succeed. When he expresses an interest in football, she goes all out to help him, including giving the coach a few ideas on how best to use Michael's skills. They not only provide him with a loving home, but hire a tutor to help him improve his grades to the point where he would qualify for an NCAA Division I athletic scholarship. Michael Oher was the first-round pick of the Baltimore Ravens in the 2009 NFL draft. &lt;i&gt;  Written by  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/search/title?plot_author=garykmcd&amp;amp;view=simple&amp;amp;sort=alpha"&gt;garykmcd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1hG_mjQojw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1hG_mjQojw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;memorable quotes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Oher&lt;/b&gt;: Courage is a hard thing to figure. You can have courage based on a dumb idea or mistake, but you're not supposed to question adults, or your coach or your teacher, because they make the rules. Maybe they know best, but maybe they don't. It all depends on who you are, where you come from. Didn't at least one of the six hundred guys think about giving up, and joining with the other side? I mean, valley of death that's pretty salty stuff. That's why courage it's tricky. Should you always do what others tell you to do? Sometimes you might not even know why you're doing something. I mean any fool can have courage. But honor, that's the real reason for you either do something or you don't. It's who you are and maybe who you want to be. If you die trying for something important, then you have both honor and courage, and that's pretty good. I think that's what the writer was saying, that you should hope for courage and try for honor. And maybe even pray that the people telling you what to do have some, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leigh Anne Touhy&lt;/b&gt;: Now, y'all would guess that more often than not, the highest paid player on an NFL team is the quarterback. And you'd be right. But what you probably don't know is that more often than not, the second highest paid player is, thanks to Lawrence Taylor, a left tackle. Because, as every housewife knows, the first check you write is for the mortgage, but the second is for the insurance. The left tackle's job is to protect the quarterback from what he can't see coming. To protect his&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;blind side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;source:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0878804/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0878804/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-5905059610444330110?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/5905059610444330110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/blind-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5905059610444330110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5905059610444330110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/blind-side.html' title='the blind side'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-1386368009330363242</id><published>2010-06-20T14:58:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:10:45.215+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><title type='text'>selalu ada yang pertama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dalam hidup selalu ada yang pertama untuk segala hal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tangisan pertama bayi, langkah pertama, kata pertama, cinta pertama, ciuman pertama, sampai malam pertama....(dikosan sendirian setelah 17 tahun tidur di rumah hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bicara tentang pengalaman pertama, ada yang menarik untuk dituliskan. terutama karena yang pertama buat kita, belum tentu jadi yang pertama pula buat pihak lain. sehingga terkadang terjadi benturan nilai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;contohnya adalah sebagai berikut:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;saat aku menikah, aku menyewa jasa WO. lucunya waktu lagi ngerias untuk pre wedding, itu ibu perias bilang gini....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"yah neng buat ibu mah ini teh pekerjaan hari-hari. tapi anehnya buat semua penganten ini teh pengalaman pertama dan berharap yang terakhir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tuh,...kan. buat kita yang jadi penganten, hari pernikahan dan segala detailnya adalah saat yang paling sakral dan paling ditunggu. semuanya harus berjalan dengan sempurna sesuai rencana, karena ini adalah pengalaman pertama sekaligus diharapkan jadi yang terakhir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi bagi orang-orang yang bekerja di wedding organizer, hal itu adalah pekerjaan sehari-hari. sehingga mereka menganggapnya sebagai hal yang biasa, sebagai bagian dari rutinitas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;contoh berikutnya adalah ketika memasuki tahun ajaran baru. buat kami (aku) sebagai guru, tahun ajaran baru adalah bagian dari rutinitas kalender pendidikan yang lazim terjadi setiap tahun. tapi bagi para siswa dan orang tua, tahun ajaran baru bisa menjadi pengalaman pertama yang menyenangkan sekaligus menegangkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mulai dari memilih sekolah, mendaftar sekolah, sampai bingungnya kalau tidak diterima di sekolah yang diinginkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contoh lain lagi adalah ketika mengajar materi di kelas. bagi siswa, beberapa materi adalah baru. dan saat guru mengajarkannya di kelas, adalah menjadi saat dan pengalaman pertama mereka bersinggungan dengan materi tersebut. ada siswa yang langsung bisa mengerti dan memahami materi, tapi ada yang butuh waktu dan pendekatan lebih lama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi bagi sang guru, mungkin ini adalah kali kesekian ratus nya dia mengajarkan materi yang sama meski di kelas yang berbeda. apalagi bagi guru yang telah mengajar sepanjang usiaku. tak heran jika di kelas kemudian terjadi benturan nilai. antara guru yang sudah sangat hapal dan mungkin bosan dengan materi yang diajarkan, dengan siswa yang masih penasaran karena baru kali ini belajar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;begitu pula ketika kita membuka rekening di bank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bagi CS bank yang bersangkutan, kita adalah nasabah yang ke seribu limaratus duapuluh lima (lebay....) yang membuka rekening. tapi bagi kita, ini adalah kali pertama kita membuka rekening. dan layaknya kita sangat ingin dan berhak mendapatkan penjelasan sedetailnya dari mbak atau mas CS yang enak dipandang itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;meskipun kita tahu, bagi para CS penjelasan terhadap nasabah baru adalah sebuah rutinitas yang bisa jadi membosankan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dan masih banyak hal lainnya yang terjadi dalam kehidupan sehari-hari yang menjadi pengalaman pertama bagi kita tapi sudah menjadi rutinitas bagi orang lain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yang menjadi masalah adalah ketika benturan nilai yang terjadi terlalu besar sehingga menimbulkan konflik.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ketika dua pihak yang berkepentingan tidak bisa saling memahami tetapi malah saling minta dipahami. repot jadinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bayangkan jika seorang CS bank meminta nasabah baru untuk membaca sendiri petunjuk pembukaan rekening dengan alasan mulutnya sudah capek dan bosan menjelaskan hal yang sama selama 366 hari :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;kemungkinan pertama, nasabah tidak jadi buka rekening, dan kedua sang CS langsung di SP3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begitupun ketika seorang guru mengajar di kelas tanpa semangat karena sudah seperempat abad membawakan materi yang sama, sampai hapal dengan titik koma dan halaman bukunya. padahal yang akan beliau hadapi di kelas adalah anak-anak cemerlang penuh semangat yang bersiap menerima ilmu pada hari pertamanya belajar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maka disitulah letak pentingnya pemahan semua pihak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sangat sulit dan mustahil rasanya jika kita meminta alam memahami kita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tidak semua hal yang pertama bagi kita, juga pertama bagi orang lain. begitupun sebaliknya, hal yang buat kita adalah rutinitas bisa menjadi pengalaman pertama bagi orang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;cobalah untuk memahami orang lain, baru setelah itu kita tahu rasanya dipahami ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-dwizan-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1386368009330363242?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1386368009330363242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/selalu-ada-yang-pertama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1386368009330363242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1386368009330363242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/selalu-ada-yang-pertama.html' title='selalu ada yang pertama'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-8527448854452967422</id><published>2010-06-16T16:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:37:02.249+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng. retrieved.'/><title type='text'>love signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:g2bHidLfLmS5VM::1.bp.blogspot.com/_eK_yijG1ETY/S7o7sJOARrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cPtA31Zpu2o/s1600/1680What_is_Love___by_Noonz_ie.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=195&amp;amp;w=258&amp;amp;usg=__Q0GWlVkYnCBPV46sSkfZou--SfY=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:g2bHidLfLmS5VM::1.bp.blogspot.com/_eK_yijG1ETY/S7o7sJOARrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cPtA31Zpu2o/s1600/1680What_is_Love___by_Noonz_ie.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=195&amp;amp;w=258&amp;amp;usg=__Q0GWlVkYnCBPV46sSkfZou--SfY=" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://oktobrima.staff.fe.uns.ac.id/files/2009/06/jump-for-love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://oktobrima.staff.fe.uns.ac.id/files/2009/06/jump-for-love.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_896178407"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_896178408"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tEppRa2oM4/SsGhONyVb8I/AAAAAAAAAS4/daM2cCaRu6E/s1600/love.jpg.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tEppRa2oM4/SsGhONyVb8I/AAAAAAAAAS4/daM2cCaRu6E/s320/love.jpg.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69x8FdMiyHw/Sifz6TINpWI/AAAAAAAAFow/kPUhsHTUnzA/s1600/Love3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_69x8FdMiyHw/Sifz6TINpWI/AAAAAAAAFow/kPUhsHTUnzA/s320/Love3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-8527448854452967422?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/8527448854452967422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-signs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8527448854452967422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8527448854452967422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-signs.html' title='love signs'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tEppRa2oM4/SsGhONyVb8I/AAAAAAAAAS4/daM2cCaRu6E/s72-c/love.jpg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-539006003915719912</id><published>2010-06-16T16:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:43:08.453+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'>cinta melulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ya.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;seperti tak pernah bosan membahas hal yang satu ini :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;undangan pernikahan yang datang dari berbagai macam media, baik cetak maupun elektronik hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;selain menginspirasi untuk membuat tulisan tentang pernikahan juga untuk menulis tentang C.I.N.T.A (pake nada lagu ...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tema yang satu ini tak kan pernah habis dibahas. hampir seluruh hal dalam kehidupan bisa terjadi atas nama CINTA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ada apa dengan cinta? (&lt;i&gt;film kaleeee&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ratusan, ribuan, jutaan, bahkan milyaran karya telah diciptakan untuk mengabadikan kisah cinta di seluruh dunia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;karena begitulah cinta, deritanya tiada akhir (&lt;i&gt;pat kai deh....&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku adalah seorang penggemar cinta. hidup tanpa cinta bagaikan sayur tanpa garam, sendok tanpa garpu, piring tanpa nasi (&lt;i&gt;ceritanya lagi makan di warteg hehehehe&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;kegemaranku membaca novel, menonton film, hingga mendengarkan lagu-lagu bertema cinta sempat diprotes oleh ayah. katanya wasting time. mending baca ensiklopedi atau majalah politik, atau majalah bola, atau majalah otomotif. (&lt;i&gt;ya...itu sih hobby beliau&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tapi jujur, aku adalah penggemar karya satra yang bertema cinta. aku juga suka menulis tentang cinta. kisah cinta dari yang klasik sampai yang modern selalu menarik untuk diketahui, ditanyakan, dan jawab (&lt;i&gt;urutan kalo pas ulangan fisika...hehe&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;seorang satrawan bernama S, berhasil menorehkan namanya dijajaran empu cinta. Tokoh-tokoh yang diciptakan bahkan begitu melegenda dan menjadi inspirasi milyaran manusia bumi, hingga ada yang nekad bunuh diri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jejak-jejak cinta juga bisa ditemui di beberapa bangunan bersejarah dunia. semua orang dari mulai penguasa hingga rakyat jelata (&lt;i&gt;jelek dan menderita :&lt;/i&gt;) berlomba-lomba untuk meninggalkan jejak cintanya agar bisa ditapaki oleh sang kekasih tercinta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sejak kecil, kita sudah dipenuhi dengan kisah cinta yang happy ending ....&lt;i&gt;and finally they live happily ever after.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ketika remaja kita tahu ada kisah cinta yang memiliki sad endings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;saat sudah menikah, kita mulai menemukan kisah cinta yang memberikan pertanyaan rumit seperti &lt;i&gt;....bagaimana jika kau menemukan cinta sejatimu setelah kau menikah???......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cinta, love, amore....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dari semua kisah cinta yang pernah dituturkan pasti ada satu yang menjadi favorit kita. begitupun aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;selama ini aku senang melahap berbagai kisah cinta, baik dari tokoh fiksi maupun non fiksi. dan beberapa kali &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sempat tercetus kekaguman betapa indahnya cinta mereka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sempat bergumam betapa kuatnya cinta yang menyatukan mereka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sempat terpikirkan seandainya aku memiliki kisah seperti mereka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;seandainya....seandainya.....dan seandainya....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hingga akhirnya aku menemukan sebaris kalimat dari trailer film cinta "letters to juliet"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;......the greatest love story ever told is your own.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sebaris kalimat yang membuatku tersadar betapa aku selama ini begitu terfokus kepada mereka, kepada seandainya.... bukan kepadaku, kepada kami, kepada kenyataan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ya, sebuah penyadaran yang menyenangkan. bahwa kisah mereka, seberapapun indahnya hanya akan menjadi mereka. bukan aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hanya bisa dinikmati sebagai cemilan, bukan hidangan pokok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yang menjadi inti adalah aku. hidupku, cintaku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jadi, sudahkah menikmati cinta yang kita miliki, sudahkah bersyukur atas segala cinta yang kita rasakan, jika belum...ayo kita mulai saat ini juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mencintai, dicintai....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;diri sendiri.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;how can others love you...if you don't love yourself?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;those love stories are trully inspiring, but the only inspiration lays within you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i love you cinta.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-dwizan-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-539006003915719912?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/539006003915719912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/cinta-melulu.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/539006003915719912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/539006003915719912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/cinta-melulu.html' title='cinta melulu'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-5523892142300565369</id><published>2010-06-16T15:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T15:06:53.125+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><title type='text'>why marry too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;marriage is in the air. especially during this certain time of the year which considered to be the good (best) time to get married. -musim kawin-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;previously i've posted the reasons why people get married. and now, i'm going to post some random thoughts about marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in the place where i live now, marriage remains popular and successful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;despite the fact that divorce rate is increasing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;most people get married because they're in love....sooo deeply in love..... madly in love to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mignon McLaughlin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;people get married because God says we should be married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the statistic shows that marriage last longer in more religious couples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"People do not consider getting married until they have certain things in place. Very often they wait 'til they've finished their education, until they have a steady, predictable job," said Fraeya Sonenstein, director of the Population Study Center at the Urban Institute. "People hold marriage in very high esteem - such high esteem that it may be unattainable."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4# &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;statistics shows 230% likelihood of both members of married couple being obese, compared with dating partners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;new study links domestic blish to serious weight gain. i.e the old expression, &lt;i&gt;"we're fat and happy"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Broken marriages don't always lead to divorce. Sticking to a marriage is important and divorce is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A lot of young people focus on right now, and if I'm not happy right now, I should get divorced," said Wachs, author of "Relationships for Dummies." Older people have more life experience and realize "if I hang in there, it will probably get better." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Researchers find that the married have lower death rates, even after taking initial health status into account. Even sick people who marry live longer than their counterparts who don't.Marriage is also better for your health because married people take more responsibility for one another even than those who cohabit. They nag each other more, remind their partners of appointments and take care of each other when sick. Marriage also generally reduces stress and boosts the immune system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;marriage is a public statement of exclusive dedication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;marriage is not just a piece of paper. it is a promise to live together faithfully, till death, through thick and thin, sickness and health, and it is the benefit to the children who are raised in it. marriage is a blessing from God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;prenuptial agreement is only one of signs that you are uncertain about the person you're marrying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;your choice is either finding another person or committing to the vow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*are you happy being married?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;_dwizan_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-5523892142300565369?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/5523892142300565369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-marry-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5523892142300565369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5523892142300565369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-marry-too.html' title='why marry too?'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-249392309239006994</id><published>2010-06-12T21:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:54:35.450+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><title type='text'>why marry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;been married for almost two years now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;been attending countless wedding ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;been helping friends and relatives on their marriage stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;been self struggling for what so called a happy marriage and still sane :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;so, why do people get married?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:oF5kw7UX4n-S9M::i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc82/jamielewis1234/prod_659_26132.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=223&amp;amp;w=226&amp;amp;usg=__LgkBl3QRRxTZULIUPdxeTg4VUEU=" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:oF5kw7UX4n-S9M::i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc82/jamielewis1234/prod_659_26132.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=223&amp;amp;w=226&amp;amp;usg=__LgkBl3QRRxTZULIUPdxeTg4VUEU=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;why marry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;here are whys.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6175397490968948212&amp;amp;postID=249392309239006994" name="good_reasons_to_marry_"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="contentH" style="clear: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6175397490968948212&amp;amp;postID=249392309239006994" name="good_reasons_to_marry_"&gt;Good reasons to marry &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because you're in love.&lt;/b&gt; Although love shouldn't be the only reason to marry, it's an important ingredient in the most successful relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To make a commitment.&lt;/b&gt; You've decided that you want to be together forever, knowing each other's faults and failings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's part of your culture.&lt;/b&gt; The ceremony of marriage is an integral part of your cultural or religious beliefs and an essential part of your core value system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To start a family.&lt;/b&gt; You've both enjoyed a secure and committed relationship for some time and feel marriage is the best environment in which to bring up children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To celebrate.&lt;/b&gt; Because you want your family and friends to share with you in your happiness and commitment as a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's the right time.&lt;/b&gt; You have a solid and secure relationship and it feels like the logical next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6175397490968948212&amp;amp;postID=249392309239006994" name="bad_reasons_to_marry"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="contentH"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6175397490968948212&amp;amp;postID=249392309239006994" name="bad_reasons_to_marry"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="contentH"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6175397490968948212&amp;amp;postID=249392309239006994" name="bad_reasons_to_marry"&gt;Bad reasons to marry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;b&gt;To make your relationship secure.&lt;/b&gt; If your relationship isn't secure before you marry, there's no reason to think it will be afterwards. It may be harder for you to separate after marriage, but that doesn't mean you'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear of being alone.&lt;/b&gt; Some people marry because they're scared that no one else will have them. Remember, it's better to be left on the shelf than spend your whole life in the wrong cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the children.&lt;/b&gt; It's true that, on the whole, children benefit from living with two parents, but marrying purely for your child is unlikely to create a happy home environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You want a big wedding.&lt;/b&gt; The big white wedding may seem like a fairy tale come true, but it only lasts a day. Marriage is (supposed to be) for life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To recover from divorce.&lt;/b&gt; Some people want a second marriage to help them to get over the first - to prove that they're OK. But those feelings must come from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have many more reasons why you want to marry. The most important thing is that you and your partner have fully discussed your reasons and that you're both confident you share the same motivation and intentions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6175397490968948212&amp;amp;postID=249392309239006994" name="fears_and_expectations"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="contentH"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6175397490968948212&amp;amp;postID=249392309239006994" name="fears_and_expectations"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="contentH"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6175397490968948212&amp;amp;postID=249392309239006994" name="fears_and_expectations"&gt;Fears and expectations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;As well as looking at your reasons for getting married it's important to look at what you expect from married life. Some people blame current divorce rates on the fact that people expect too much from marriage, but this isn't necessarily the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you both share the same expectations, you can work together to achieve them. But if you both expect different things, one of you will always be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your expectations and fears may be influenced by many things, including experiences of friends, previous relationships and media images. But one of the most powerful influences will be your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As small children we learn about relationships by watching our parents. These messages often sink deep into our unconscious mind, waiting to pop up when we become wives or husbands ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's perfectly natural to have doubts and fears about getting married - it's one of the biggest decisions we make in our lives. But as long as you and your partner can openly share your feelings, support and reassure each other, chances are you're on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*would you marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-dwizan-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retrieved from: http://www.bbc.co.uk/relationships/couples/life_whymarry.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-249392309239006994?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/249392309239006994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-marry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/249392309239006994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/249392309239006994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-marry.html' title='why marry?'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-3660875096276161434</id><published>2010-05-17T21:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:11:33.185+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>speaking score announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i recieved this email from my nicest friend. thanks for sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and now it's my time for sharing the email with all my blog readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM THANKFUL:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR THE WIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT, &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME, &lt;br /&gt;AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR THE HUSBAND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WHO IS ON THE SOFA &lt;br /&gt;BEING A COUCH POTATO, &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME &lt;br /&gt;AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR THE TEENAGER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME, NOT ON THE STREETS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR THE TAXES I PAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM EMPLOYED . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM OUT IN THE  SUNSHINE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING, &lt;br /&gt;WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING, &lt;br /&gt;AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING &lt;br /&gt;I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS WE HAVE FREEDOM OF  SPEECH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR THE PARKING SPOT &lt;br /&gt;I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING &lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM WARM.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH WHO SINGS OFF KEY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS &lt;br /&gt;I CAN HEAR. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES AT THE END OF THE DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF &lt;br /&gt;IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MANY E-MAILS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEND THIS TO SOMEONE YOU CARE ABOUT. I JUST DID.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Live well, Laugh often, &amp;amp; Love with all of your heart!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-4222271677878865081?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/4222271677878865081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/04/nicest-e-mail-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4222271677878865081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4222271677878865081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/04/nicest-e-mail-ever.html' title='nicest e-mail ever'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-3458038371542794058</id><published>2010-04-22T20:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:29:11.514+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><title type='text'>ketika hujan tak lagi romantis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku adalah penyuka hujan. aku suka bermain dengan hujan. terutama waktu kecil dulu. sengaja pulang sekolah dengan berhujan ria, padahal ibu sudah repot menjemput :)&lt;br /&gt;buku basah, baju basah, tas basah, tak jadi masalah selama aku bisa menikmati belaian hujan di kulitku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hujan juga penunjang adegan romantis. sebagai penyuka hollywood dan bollywood entah sudah berapa ratus film yang menampilkan adegan dengan hujan sebagai setting pendukung cerita.&lt;br /&gt;adegan ketika anjali berlari dalam hujan dan petir saat tahu rahul mencintai tina. atau adegan saat mr.darcy dan elizabeth berteduh dari hujan dan berdialog tentang cinta. atau adegan video kilp vidi aldiano yang menggambarkan betapa menyesalnya dia karena cemburu yang menguras hati. adalah salah tiga dari ribuan adegan dalam hujan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayaknya kurang sedih kalo ga ada hujan. kayaknya kurang romantis kalo ga dibawah guyuran hujan. kayaknya kurang serem kalo setan hujan-hujanan ...lho????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lihatlah berapa banyak karya sastra yang terilhami oleh hujan. sebuah puisi karya rendra, sebuah lagu karya coldplay, dan sebuah nama yang disandang oleh bintang terkenal korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hujan dengan semua misterinya, dengan semua kharismanya, dengan semua pesonanya, dengan rintiknya yang bagai selendang perak menyelimuti bumi memang memiliki makna yang dalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi hari ini, hujan turun begitu deras dan jauh dari kesan romatis. dan pada akhirnya membuat sebagian tetanggaku harus mengepel rumah karena air hujan yang turun melebihi daya tampung dan menjelajah ke ruang tamu. sungguh hujan yang tak diundang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan menyusutnya daerah resapan air, hujan yang turun dengan deras dalam waktu yang cukup lama, menjadi ancaman tersendiri. hujan tidak lagi membawa hati pada melodi cinta, tapi pada melodi waspada kalau-kalau debit air telah melebihi kapasitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dulu hujan bisa turun sederas dan selama yang Tuhan mau, dan kami tetap merasakan romantismenya. karena hujan akan berpelukan mesra dengan sawah dan perkebunan tebu dan lapangan bola yang akan menyerap airnya sehingga tidak memasuki ruang tamu rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang saat sebagian besar sawah menjadi jalan tol, dan seluruh perkebunan tebu berubah menjadi perumahan tipe sederhana, sehingga hanya menyisakan lapangan bola, air hujan tidak lagi bisa ditampung, tidak ada lagi tanah-tanah yang bersedia merengkuhnya sehingga air mengalir deras menuju rumah.&lt;br /&gt;sebentar air akan memenuhi selokan yang penuh sampah, lalu merangsek memenuhi teras, dan dengan pelan air masuk ke dalam rumah membawa serta rasa cemas dan sampah-sampah plastik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku tetap suka hujan. aku tetap cinta hujan. dan dengan sedikit keberuntungan dan kegilaan aku akan bisa menikmati belaian hujan dikulit. dengan alasan mengecek debit air di selokan, dengan alasan lupa membawa payung, aku yang sudah menjadi seorang ibu guru tetap bisa berhujan-hujanan ria dengan tatapan aneh para tetangga :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku cinta hujan, karena cinta tak berkelamin dan hujan tak berkelamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;-dwizan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-3458038371542794058?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/3458038371542794058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/04/ketika-hujan-tak-lagi-romantis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3458038371542794058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3458038371542794058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/04/ketika-hujan-tak-lagi-romantis.html' title='ketika hujan tak lagi romantis'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-590945397198386799</id><published>2010-03-24T11:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:35:43.472+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><title type='text'>movie quotes</title><content type='html'>some memorable quotes from the movies i watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.imdb.com/name/nm0000123/"&gt;Ryan Bingham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: How much does your life weigh? Imagine for a second that you're carrying a backpack. I want you to pack it with all the stuff that you have in your life... you start with the little things. The shelves, the drawers, the knickknacks, then you start adding larger stuff. Clothes, tabletop appliances, lamps, your TV... the backpack should be getting pretty heavy now. You go bigger. Your couch, your car, your home... I want you to stuff it all into that backpack. Now I want you to fill it with people. Start with casual acquaintances, friends of friends, folks around the office... and then you move into the people you trust with your most intimate secrets. Your brothers, your sisters, your children, your parents and finally your husband, your wife, your boyfriend, your girlfriend. You get them into that backpack, feel the weight of that bag. Make no mistake your relationships are the heaviest components in your life. All those negotiations and arguments and secrets, the compromises. The slower we move the faster we die. Make no mistake, moving is living. Some animals were meant to carry each other to live symbiotically over a lifetime. Star crossed lovers, monogamous swans. We are not swans. We are sharks.( Up in the Air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.imdb.com/name/nm0005031/"&gt;Lilly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Dear Rachel, My mother always told me the hardest things to do in life are to trust, to have faith and to forgive so I want you to hear the strength in my voice when I say I forgive you because I love you, that's simple and that complicated&lt;br /&gt;to forgive is to move forward&lt;br /&gt;(Georgia rule)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-590945397198386799?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/590945397198386799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/03/movie-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/590945397198386799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/590945397198386799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/03/movie-quotes.html' title='movie quotes'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-1241513992920202707</id><published>2010-03-14T20:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:01:32.865+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><title type='text'>My Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the one who loves you will beg you to go and reach your biggest dream&lt;br /&gt;and will always be there to love you when you come back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i come to the end of school year 2010.&lt;br /&gt;i'll have another blessing moment of seeing the senior students opening the school gate and entering the university world.&lt;br /&gt;not like last year when i had a full chance of time to guide senior students, but i still feel thrill.&lt;br /&gt;i spent some times with some of them in a magical way. when i as a teacher can learn a lot more from the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel what i feel. but so often, i can't say the right word to say.&lt;br /&gt;so i will just give them&amp;nbsp; "My Wish"&lt;br /&gt;a song by Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"My Wish"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,&lt;br /&gt;And each road leads you where you want to go,&lt;br /&gt;And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.&lt;br /&gt;And if one door opens to another door closed,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,&lt;br /&gt;If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything, more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,&lt;br /&gt;All the ones who love you, in the place you left,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,&lt;br /&gt;And you help somebody every chance you get,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,&lt;br /&gt;And you always give more than you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my wish&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams stay big  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/S5zeDQneFgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/j5tf3j_zoFw/s1600-h/v5fl0z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/S5zeDQneFgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/j5tf3j_zoFw/s200/v5fl0z.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-best wishes for best you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1241513992920202707?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1241513992920202707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1241513992920202707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1241513992920202707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-wish.html' title='My Wish'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/S5zeDQneFgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/j5tf3j_zoFw/s72-c/v5fl0z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-82927239132266843</id><published>2010-03-10T18:09:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T00:46:38.594+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><title type='text'>Fools Rush In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/S5eBiJ4C1-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/JA2FyIH2ibI/s1600-h/Lovely_illustration_of_Happy_family_on_sofa_wallcoo.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/S5eBiJ4C1-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/JA2FyIH2ibI/s320/Lovely_illustration_of_Happy_family_on_sofa_wallcoo.com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been seventeen days since i had my D&amp;amp;C. the bleeding had stopped.&lt;br /&gt;i talked with my husband about the possibility of having another conceiving attempt. the doctor said it is better to wait until may. to get the womb ready.&lt;br /&gt;what cross in my mind is not about my physical readiness, its about my mental.&lt;br /&gt;a pregnancy loss really bring me to a different level and point of view about getting pregnant, about becoming a mother.&lt;br /&gt;there must be a very clear reason why i had miscarriage.&lt;br /&gt;when my husband said that we should try to conceive as soon as possible, i strongly refuse that.&lt;br /&gt;well, it's not because i had a trauma or i had a severe mental breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;it's because of his reason. he said that we should have kids in order to make our parents happy. giving them a grand child or two will bring much pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;and at that point i really go different way with him.&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna make my mom and dad happier in life with anyway i can. but, when we talk about kids, the center stage is not grandma and grandpa but mommy and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;there are lots to come after i give birth to a baby. because the baby will grow up. and each time that we spend will have its own challenge to be overcome.&lt;br /&gt;wish i could explain him more about me being worried. or am i just too worry????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com/"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-82927239132266843?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/82927239132266843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/03/fools-rush-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/82927239132266843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/82927239132266843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/03/fools-rush-in.html' title='Fools Rush In'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/S5eBiJ4C1-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/JA2FyIH2ibI/s72-c/Lovely_illustration_of_Happy_family_on_sofa_wallcoo.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-7417145763959136539</id><published>2010-03-01T11:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:31:22.680+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BITRHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is my 26th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/S4tBjv2bPcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/sCKDzYs59NM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/S4tBjv2bPcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/sCKDzYs59NM/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but no birthday bash for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;just a visit to my OB, first time after i had my D&amp;amp;C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;hoping that everything's just fine and i'll be ready for another conceiving attempt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i wanna be the first one&amp;nbsp;to give myself a birthday bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;best wishes for best me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DWI..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shabbir.com/romance/bday.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;click&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to see how to say happy bitrhday in many languages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-7417145763959136539?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/7417145763959136539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-bitrhday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/7417145763959136539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/7417145763959136539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-bitrhday.html' title='HAPPY BITRHDAY'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/S4tBjv2bPcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/sCKDzYs59NM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-3496372281046536185</id><published>2010-02-27T09:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:27:02.845+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><title type='text'>Miss carry</title><content type='html'>When i should end something&lt;br /&gt;only God knows why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am&lt;br /&gt;back in the room&lt;br /&gt;with my empty womb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no smile just tears&lt;br /&gt;no gain just pain&lt;br /&gt;no baby just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might feel better if i get memory lost&lt;br /&gt;but this unbearable moment will be the sweetest to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in such a flash&lt;br /&gt;with no goodbye said&lt;br /&gt;no farewell words spoken&lt;br /&gt;the beginning comes to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am wrecked&lt;br /&gt;i am hurt&lt;br /&gt;i am sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye baby&lt;br /&gt;only God knows why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-3496372281046536185?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/3496372281046536185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/02/miss-carry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='iseng'/><title type='text'>januari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat tinggal januari 2010....&lt;br /&gt;sampai jumpa tahun depan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-2760751024979037682?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/2760751024979037682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2010/01/januari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/2760751024979037682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/2760751024979037682'/><link rel='alternate' 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menyambut natal esok pagi.&lt;br /&gt;aku suka suasana natal. bagiku natal adalah kado, natal adalah pohon terang, natal adalah black forest, natal adalah fanta merah (maaf sebut merek hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;yap, itulah pemaknaan natal bagiku hampir dua dekade yang lalu. waktu itu aku tumbuh di lingkungan yang sangat kental dengan toleransi agama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku bertetangga dengan tiga pangeran kecil, dan aku adalah satu-satunya putri cantik bagi mereka (narsis mode ON )&lt;br /&gt;kami bersahabat dalam perbedaan yang ada. mereka adalah suku batak, mereka adalah nasrani yang taat. dan aku, aku orang jawa dan keluargaku muslim yang cukup taat.&lt;br /&gt;kala itu, perbedaan yang ada menjadikan hari-hari kami begitu indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumah mereka terletak tepat di depan rumahku. setiap natal tiba, aku dengan senang hati berkunjung ke rumah mereka, menikmati semua hal yang aku sebutkan di awal.&lt;br /&gt;pada hari biasa, terkadang kami saling mengintip dari jendela ketika waktu tidur siang tiba karena mereka tidak bisa keluar rumah sampai tiba jam bermain sore. ibu tiga pangeran itu sangat disiplin, setiap hal pasti punya waktu dan porsi sendiri. sedangkan ibuku sangat fleksibel. aku bisa lakukan apapun, kapanpun, selama tidak merugikan dan menyakitkan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami sering makan dalam satu meja. dan kami berdoa sesuai yang diajarkan oleh guru agama masing-masing.&lt;br /&gt;sering juga saat bermain bersama, kami bertukar ilmu. aku sekolah di TK Islam dan mereka sekolah di TK Bhayangkari.&lt;br /&gt;saat itu aku bisa menyanyikan lagu malam kudus dengan baik, dan mereka bisa melafalkan alfatihah dengan lancar dan fasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tahu bahwa mereka pergi ke gereja untuk membaca alkitab dan sekolah minggu. dan mereka tahu bahwa aku pergi ke TPA dan setiap lepas maghrib aku pergi ke masjid untuk mengaji.&lt;br /&gt;aku tahu tentang yohanes dan markus. mereka tahu tentang ayat kursi dan surat yasin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena perbedaan agama kami, maka dalam setahun kami merayakan banyak hal bersama.&lt;br /&gt;bertukar kado saat natal, bertukar salam tempel saat lebaran, meniup terompet bersama saat tahun baru, mencari dan menghias telur-telur saat paskah, menyalakan damar pada sepuluh hari terakhir bulan ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saat itu, rasanya perbedaan begitu indah dan membuat hidup penuh warna.&lt;br /&gt;tidak ada kekhawatiran, dan tidak ada tuntutan untuk menjadikannya sama.&lt;br /&gt;kami berbeda dan karena itu kami bersama.&lt;br /&gt;sebagai manusia-manusia kecil yang sedang mengenal dunia, kami cukup beruntung bisa tumbuh dalam semua perbedaan yang ada.&lt;br /&gt;perbedaan membuat kami bisa saling mengerti dan memahami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/SzN4dgrtiYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FwFDEBHCvDw/s1600-h/merry-x-mas-wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/SzN4dgrtiYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FwFDEBHCvDw/s200/merry-x-mas-wallpaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Jika ada dua orang yang sama, niscaya dunia ini terlalu sempit untuk mereka berdua."&lt;br /&gt;-Kahlil Gibran_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*selamat natal edward, jose, dan irvan.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; (terima kasih untuk tahun-tahun yang indah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-5309235717026766675?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/5309235717026766675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/12/x-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-1477687701324699590</id><published>2009-12-16T11:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:24:22.181+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Example of Remedial Assignment for 10th grade (smt 1 year 09/10)</title><content type='html'>REMEDIAL ASSIGNMENT OF SEMESTER 1 YEAR 09/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROUP MEMBERS:&lt;br /&gt;1. DWI (11)&lt;br /&gt;2. HARYANTI (20)&lt;br /&gt;3. VAOZAN (31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text 1 (no 1-5) NARRATIVE TEXT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago there lived a hermit in a forest in Sumatra. He didn’t grow food but depended on jungle fruit to survive. Soon, there was a drought, and all plants and fruit trees in the jungle died.&lt;br /&gt;The old man had nothing to eat now, so he turned to begging. He went to a nearby village trying to get some food. At first, the villagers were happy to help him. However, when he came continually, they refused to give him anymore food. They told him to grow his own food.&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the hermit was sitting in his hunt, sad and hungry, he began to think about growing his own food. Just then, a boatman stopped by, and taking pity on the hermit, give him some paddy seeds.&lt;br /&gt;Before the boatman went away, he said, ”These seeds will grow and give you everlasting harvest if you work very hard. If you are tired of the work, the paddy plants will turn into weeds.”&lt;br /&gt;The old hermit worked hard to clear the land and sowed the seeds before the rains came. Strangely, after a short period of time, the paddy is ready for harvesting. The old man got a lot of rice from the harvest. After each harvest, the plants grew back again right away. When the villagers heard about the hermit and his wonderful paddy, they flocked to his paddy field and took home as they could.&lt;br /&gt;One day, the hermit became so tired of harvesting the paddy that he shouted, ‘oh, stop growing, you wretched thing!” As soon as he had said this, the paddy plants turned into weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The main idea of the fifth paragraph is …&lt;br /&gt;a. the succession of paddy harvest&lt;br /&gt;b. the hermit should clear the land&lt;br /&gt;c. the hermit was successful as a farmer&lt;br /&gt;d. it needed a short time to harvest the paddy&lt;br /&gt;e. the seeds should be sown before the rains came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why did the paddy plants turn into weeds?&lt;br /&gt;a. The hermit got angry with the villagers.&lt;br /&gt;b. The hermit stopped growing the paddy plants.&lt;br /&gt;c. The villagers grew weeds instead of paddy plants.&lt;br /&gt;d. Villagers took as much paddy as they could.&lt;br /&gt;e. The hermit shouted ordering the paddy plants to stop growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. … One day, the hermit became so tired of harvesting the paddy that he    shouted … (the last paragraph).&lt;br /&gt;The antonym of the word ‘shouted’ is …&lt;br /&gt;a. said&lt;br /&gt;b. cried&lt;br /&gt;c. laughed&lt;br /&gt;d. whispered&lt;br /&gt;e. screamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which statement is TRUE about the hermit?&lt;br /&gt;a. He lived in a small town in Sumatra.&lt;br /&gt;b. He went to the village to ask for some food.&lt;br /&gt;c. He liked to give the villagers fruit and paddy.&lt;br /&gt;d. He died in a jungle when there was drought.&lt;br /&gt;e. He hated begging thought there was nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The moral teaching we can get from the story is …&lt;br /&gt;a. When somebody begged he became a hermit.&lt;br /&gt;b. One will get what he wants if he tries it hard.&lt;br /&gt;c. One will fall whatever hard he tries it.&lt;br /&gt;d. Somebody will get bad luck if he is reluctant to make effort.&lt;br /&gt;e. When one truly makes effort, he will eventually fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text 2 (no 6-10) RECOUNT TEXT&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text 3 (no 11-15) PROCEDURE TEXT&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;*PLEASE SUBMIT THE TEST BOOKLET BY EMAIL TO: dwizan678@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; BEFORE DEC 20 2009&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; THOSE WHO DO NOT COLLECT THE ASSIGNMENT&amp;nbsp; ON TIME WILL BE MARKED AS&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; BT (BELUM TUNTAS)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1477687701324699590?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1477687701324699590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/12/example-of-remedial-assignment-for-10th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1477687701324699590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1477687701324699590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/12/example-of-remedial-assignment-for-10th.html' title='Example of Remedial Assignment for 10th grade (smt 1 year 09/10)'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-8828610928582519701</id><published>2009-11-24T15:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:18:17.545+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><title type='text'>THBT Love Will Find The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this house of love, we believe that love is the only thing we need, and somehow love will find the way. from many chambers existed, we only share one chamber of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so often we have this case that love does hurt, and we find reasons that love is debatable. there are times when we stand on each other's line as the opponents. you act as the affirmative side of the house and i act as the negative side of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you propose your definition toward the burning love issue and i challenge that. thousands of arguments are given in order to gain the burden of proof what's in the case is urgent.&lt;br /&gt;we give all the reasons, the example, the parameter, the fact, the evidence, the limitation, the mechanism, and the solution, and elaborate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the time that you're talking, i will use my rights of giving you my point of information. i keep thinking of the best rebuttal to break your arguments. to prove that yours are weak and mine are strong. and you will do the vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the debate goes slowly at first. then it turns faster and faster that it heats the floor and the chamber. until one point we feel that it's time to sum up and to give the reply speech to picture you and i about the whole debate going.&lt;br /&gt;but, so often we cannot end our debate unti we run out of time. that we need to call the time keeper for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we have stopped, we still confuse and unable to decide who's the winner of this debate, since we both declare that each of us deserve to win. so we call upon the adjudicator to give the neutral judgements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here comes the verbal&lt;br /&gt;says that we have the clash, that we have a tough debate, that we have the strongest issue, that you have your own style, that my bad i've done barracking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, you win the case, babe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the end of the day, once again we prove that love does debatable and worth debating.&lt;br /&gt;through times, through rain, through wind, through snow, through storms. we had, have, and will always have the strongest debate concerning the love we have and we share.&lt;br /&gt;and in this house, we still believe that no matter what, love will find the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to the strongest love ever:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Sarang Heyo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-8828610928582519701?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/8828610928582519701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/11/thbt-love-will-find-way.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8828610928582519701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8828610928582519701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/11/thbt-love-will-find-way.html' title='THBT Love Will Find The Way'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-1151782674158135668</id><published>2009-11-12T20:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:31:13.429+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'>jangan marah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku posting ini bukan gara-gara lagi marah terus ga punya tempat pelampiasan. tapi karena pengen aja :)&lt;br /&gt;eits....pembaca dilarang protes apalagi marah-marah. kan sesuai judul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi mau jujur sih....&lt;br /&gt;tadi pas pulang kerja saat sore menjelang maghrib, aku emang sempet kesel and marah-marah sama bikers yang sok aksi dijalanan.&lt;br /&gt;kondisi lalu lintas yang padat, udara sore yang pengap dan penuh polusi, ditambah badan dan pikiran yang capek jadi faktor yang bisa dijadikan pembenaran alasan kemarahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;padahal, marah-marah sering kali ga bisa menyelesaikan masalah. mungkin malah menambah masalah kalau kemarahan kita tidak tepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi gimana ya biar bisa marah dengan tepat? marah yang produktif?&lt;br /&gt;ah, aku juga bukan ahlinya dalam hal marah memarahi atau dimarahi.&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku punya beberapa pengalaman tentang marah, memarahi dan dimarahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lengkapnya adalah sebagai berikut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ini cerita tentang kakak perempuan ayah yang biasa aku panggil emak. beliau berusia lebih 70 tahun. status beliau sebagia nenek yang rewel sudah terkenal di kalangan cucu-cucunya dan cucu tetangga. suatu saat waktu aku main ke rumah emak, beliau sedang melancarkan aksi marah sambil ngomel-ngomel ke salah dua cucunya. lagi serius adegan perang dunia krucil, si cucu yang sadar sedang dimarahi malah nyletuk... "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;mak kok marah-marah mulu? kan bosen..capek dengernya"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si emak yang lagi serius marah, dengan entengnya menjawab "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ya iyalah marah-marah, mumpung masih idup!!! klo dah mati kan ga bisa marah lagi!!!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. cerita kedua berasal dari seorang rekan guru yang bercerita tentang kelakuan tetangganya. suatu hari, sang ibu tetangga memarahi anaknya yang buannnn..del bangetttt...di depan tetangga yang lain, termasuk ibu guru yang jadi temanku. ditengah-tengah kemarahan, si ibu membandingkan nasib anaknya dengan nasib anak tetangga yang sudah menjadi piatu alias ditinggal mati sang ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ben, kamu tuh mustinya bersyukur masih punya mama, makanya jangan bikin mama kesel terus, marah-marah terus. klo mama udah meninggal kayak mamanya Heru, kamu pasti sedih!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si anak yang diharapkan bakal bertobat dan minta maaf kepada ibunya, malah menjawab sambil ngloyor pergi.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"enak jadi heru dong mah, kan ga punya mama, jadi ga ada yang ngomelin lagi."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. cerita yang ketiga ini aku sadur dari sebuah buku kumpulan cerita terkenal yang kalau di bahasa indonesiakan judulnya jadi sop ayam. salah satu bagian buku menceritakan tentang istri yang marah-marah dan kesal karena suaminya tidak bisa dan tidak mau membantu pekerjaan rumah tangga yang jumlahnya seabrek-abrek. karena kesal dengan tingkah suaminya yang layah leyeh sementara si istri melakukan semua pekerjaan dari ngepel, nyuci, masak, nyetrika, mandiin anak, sampe potong rumput dan rambut tetangga, sang istri bercerita dengan nada yang sangat kesal..."&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ted, you know our neighbor Bob? He always helps Nancy to do the housechores and he's kindda good at it. So if one day Nancy leaves home or die, Bob will be able to survive the house and the kids. i just wonder Ted, what would you do if one day i leave this house or die? since you cannot do any of the chores. i bet you'll never be able to survive"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan sang suami yang bernama Ted, menjawab tanpa berpaling dari koran yang sedang dibacanya.. ....&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"well, i simply need to move to Bob's house then."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,...&lt;br /&gt;masih mau marah-marah kah???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dwizan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1151782674158135668?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1151782674158135668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/11/jangan-marah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1151782674158135668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1151782674158135668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/11/jangan-marah.html' title='jangan marah'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-8310370959012196708</id><published>2009-11-10T20:58:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:18:49.507+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><title type='text'>moments of Jogja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the funniest moment&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fadya picking up a garbage bag, thinking it was our goodie bag :)&lt;br /&gt;2. the most precious moment&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to have known that the team was standing for the octo final&lt;br /&gt;3. the most confusing moment&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; finding our way to mac donald based&amp;nbsp; on emang becak direction&lt;br /&gt;4. the most heart breaking moment&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fadya cried on the stairs after beaten twice in a row&lt;br /&gt;5. the most exciting moment&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; seeing Dinni and Arifah&lt;br /&gt;6. the moments i giggled at &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to hear Adhiya said "Ok..because the time is up....." everytime the time keeper knocked three times :)&lt;br /&gt;7. the moments i love&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; teasing April with shallow riddles along the way of Cirebon-Jogja back and forth&lt;br /&gt;8. the most wanted moments&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eating time --- wonder how the kids are hungry all the time, especially Adhiya....&lt;br /&gt;9. the most stress relieving moment&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; talking heart to heart with Arifah (big thanks to you my honey bunny sweety doctor to be :D ) &lt;br /&gt;10. moments of sounds&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a. irritating sound for Fadya&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to hear the clicking fingers&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b. sound echoing in my head&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to..toot..to..toot.. (April's message alert tone)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c. funny sound for all&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Adhiya's version of "doko demo doa.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy Jogja&lt;br /&gt;' I'll be back'&lt;br /&gt;-dwizan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-8310370959012196708?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/8310370959012196708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/11/moments-of-jogja.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8310370959012196708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8310370959012196708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/11/moments-of-jogja.html' title='moments of Jogja'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-2076038447646204524</id><published>2009-11-02T20:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:03:13.225+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>you and rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.ambientdesign.com/gallery/files/7/5/9/2/qwqw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://www2.ambientdesign.com/gallery/files/7/5/9/2/qwqw.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's the second day of november...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, where are &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss november&lt;b&gt; rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i miss &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;says you'll be home by november&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm waiting, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waiting for the &lt;b&gt;rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waiting for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;need to feel your warm fragrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while the cold rain's running through my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walk with you hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;counting the rain till the drops end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bare feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we step the path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the naked rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;makes us wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we hold up tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm wating for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waiting for the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-dwizan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-2076038447646204524?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/2076038447646204524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-and-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/2076038447646204524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/2076038447646204524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-and-rain.html' title='you and rain'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-8230196186944015746</id><published>2009-10-31T22:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:25:19.790+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>underwater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending some times surfing the net with the students earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;without expectation, without planning, but turned to a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; awe......!!!!&lt;br /&gt;coz we found this amazing thing underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/SuxSIlU_EhI/AAAAAAAAANo/4N2UQpAa1nA/s1600-h/1-exterior.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/SuxSIlU_EhI/AAAAAAAAANo/4N2UQpAa1nA/s320/1-exterior.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still believe in the magic of believing and the power of dream???&lt;br /&gt;let's put the following hotel in our next holiday trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/SuxRYeO_BiI/AAAAAAAAANg/DXSJ_K58WUA/s1600-h/4-atnight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/SuxRYeO_BiI/AAAAAAAAANg/DXSJ_K58WUA/s400/4-atnight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6175397490968948212"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently under construction in Dubai, &lt;b&gt;Hydropolis&lt;/b&gt; will be the world's first luxury underwater hotel. It will include three elements: the land station, where guests will be welcomed, the connecting tunnel, which will transport people by train to the main area of the hotel, and the 220 suites within the submarine leisure complex. It is one of the largest contemporary construction projects in the world, covering an area of 260 hectares, about the size of London's Hyde Park.&lt;br /&gt;"Hydropolis is not a project; it's a passion," enthuses Joachim Hauser, the developer and designer of the hotel. His futuristic vision is about to take shape 20m below the surface of the Persian Gulf, just off the Jumeirah Beach coastline in Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--//&lt;![CDATA[   document.MAX_ct0 ='{clickurl}';   var m3_u = (location.protocol=='https:'?'https://www.vertadnet.com/display/www/delivery/ajs.php':'http://www.vertadnet.com/display/www/delivery/ajs.php');   var m3_r = Math.floor(Math.random()*99999999999);   if (!document.MAX_used) document.MAX_used = ',';   document.write ("&lt;scr"+"ipt type='text/javascript' src='"+m3_u);   document.write ("?zoneid=546&amp;amp;target=_blank");   document.write ('&amp;amp;cb=' + m3_r);   if (document.MAX_used != ',') document.write ("&amp;amp;exclude=" + document.MAX_used);   document.write ("&amp;amp;loc=" + escape(window.location));   if (document.referrer) document.write ("&amp;amp;referer=" + escape(document.referrer));   if (document.context) document.write ("&amp;context=" + escape(document.context));   if ((typeof(document.MAX_ct0) != 'undefined') &amp;&amp; (document.MAX_ct0.substring(0,4) == 'http')) {       document.write ("&amp;amp;ct0=" + escape(document.MAX_ct0));   }   if (document.mmm_fo) document.write ("&amp;amp;mmm_fo=1");   document.write ("'&gt;&lt;\/scr"+"ipt&gt;");//]]&gt;--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.vertadnet.com/display/www/delivery/ajs.php?zoneid=546&amp;amp;target=_blank&amp;amp;cb=99027307606&amp;amp;loc=http%3A//www.designbuild-network.com/projects/Hydropolis/&amp;amp;referer=http%3A//www.google.co.id/url%3Fsa%3Dt%26source%3Dweb%26ct%3Dres%26cd%3D1%26ved%3D0CAoQFjAA%26url%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.designbuild-network.com%252Fprojects%252FHydropolis%252F%26rct%3Dj%26q%3Dhydropolis+dubai%26ei%3DFk7sSsSlJ9WOkQXRjMWQDw%26usg%3DAFQjCNExUM2yRrHCaAWGZ_NJtt1XjBLUtw" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href='http://www.vertadnet.com/display/www/delivery/ck.php?n=a4666cdd&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;cb={random}' target='_blank'&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;img src='http://www.vertadnet.com/display/www/delivery/avw.php?zoneid=546&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;n=a4666cdd&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ct0={clickurl}' border='0' alt='' /&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The £300m, 220-suite hotel was due to open by the end of 2006 but has experienced delays and is now scheduled to open in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/SuxSn3h7WkI/AAAAAAAAANw/nQ7Qj8A_44g/s1600-h/5-exterior.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/SuxSn3h7WkI/AAAAAAAAANw/nQ7Qj8A_44g/s640/5-exterior.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original idea for Hydropolis developed out of Hauser's passion for water and the sea, and goes much deeper than just building a hotel underwater. More than just curiosity, it is a commitment to a more far-reaching philosophy. "Once you start digging deeper and deeper into the subject, you can't help being fascinated and you start caring about all the associated issues," he explains. "Humans consist of 80% water, the earth consists of 80% water; without water there is no life."&lt;br /&gt;Hydropolis reproduces the human organism in an architectural design. There is a direct analogy between the physiology of man and the architecture. The geometrical element is a figure eight lying on its side and inscribed in a circle. The spaces created in the basin will contain function areas, such as restaurants, bars, meeting rooms and theme suites. These can be compared to the components of the human organism: the motor functions and the nervous and cardiovascular systems, with the central sinus knot representing the pulse of all life.&lt;br /&gt;The ballroom, located at this nerve centre, will have asymmetrical pathways connecting the different storeys along ramps. A large, petal-like retracting roof will enable the staging of open-sky events. Staircases, lifts and ramps will provide access to the ballroom, while flanking catering areas will supply banquets and receptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.designbuild-network.com/projects/Hydropolis/"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt; to read the original full post &lt;br /&gt;-dwizan_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-8230196186944015746?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/8230196186944015746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/underwater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8230196186944015746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8230196186944015746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/underwater.html' title='underwater'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/SuxSIlU_EhI/AAAAAAAAANo/4N2UQpAa1nA/s72-c/1-exterior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-8826642044248388770</id><published>2009-10-30T23:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:22:35.965+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>In My Prayer/ Dalam Doaku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(taken from "Hujan Bulan Juni" 1989)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;in my prayer this morning you became the sky that the whole night did not close its eyes, a spotted spread ready to receive the first light, a curve of silence in wait of sound/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Dalam doaku subuh ini kau menjelma langit yang semalaman tak memejamkan mata, yang meluas bening siap menerima cahaya pertama, yang melengkung hening karena akan menerima suara-suara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;as the sun drifted above my head, you became in my prayer the tips of pines, eternally green and forever provoking abstruse&amp;nbsp; questions to the wind that hisses from direction unknown/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Ketika matahari mengambang tenang di atas kepala, dalam doaku kau menjelma pucuk-pucuk cemara yang hijau senantiasa, yang tak henti-hentinya mengajukan pertanyaan muskil kepada angin yang mendesau entah dari mana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;in my prayer at dusk you become the sparrow that fluffed its feathers in the mist, alighted on the branch and felled the tassel of guava flowers, that in sudden excitement flew away to alight on the mango branch/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Dalam doaku sore ini kau menjelma seekor burung gereja yang mengibas-ibaskan bulunya dalam gerimis, yang hinggap di ranting dan menggugurkan bulu-bulu bunga jambu, yang tiba-tiba gelisah dan terbang lalu hinggap di dahan mangga itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this evening in my prayer you become the distant wind that descended ever so slowly, tiptoed down the path and slipped through the cracks of the panes and door to press its cheeks and lips against my hair, chin and eyelashes/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Maghrib ini&amp;nbsp; dalam doaku kau menjelma angin yang turun sangat perlahan dari nun di sana, bersijingkat di jalan dan menyentuh-nyentuhkan pipi dan bibirnya di rambut, dahi, dan bulu-bulu mataku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;in my prayer tonight you become the beating of my heart that has so patiently endured what seems limitless pain and faithfully revealed one secret after another, the unending song of my life/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Dalam doa malamku kau menjelma denyut jantungku, yang dengan sabar bersitahan terhadap rasa sakit yang entah batasnya, yang setia mengusut rahasia demi rahasia, yang tak putus-putusnya bernyanyi bagi kehidupanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; love you, and for that reason, will never stop praying for your well being/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Aku mencintaimu. Itu sebabnya aku takkan pernah selesai mendoakan keselamatanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*given by pak iyan "the inspiring teacher"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;-dwizan-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-8826642044248388770?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/8826642044248388770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-my-prayer-dalam-doaku.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8826642044248388770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/8826642044248388770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-my-prayer-dalam-doaku.html' title='In My Prayer/ Dalam Doaku'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-4984145866755345885</id><published>2009-10-27T22:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:27:06.737+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><title type='text'>About Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to rekindle my spirit of teaching&lt;br /&gt;and i found the following quotes&lt;br /&gt;reassure me about walking the right path&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In teaching you cannot see the fruit of &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a day's work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It is invisible and remains so, maybe for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;twenty years&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; ~Jacques Barzun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is the profession that teaches all the other professions.&amp;nbsp; ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a doctor, lawyer, or dentist had 40 people in his office at one time, all of whom had different needs, and some of whom didn't want to be there and were causing trouble, and the doctor, lawyer, or dentist, without assistance, had to treat them all with professional excellence for nine months, then he might have some conception of the classroom teacher's job.&amp;nbsp; ~Donald D. Quinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher affects &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eternity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; he can never tell where his influence stops.&amp;nbsp; ~Henry Brooks Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good teacher is like a candle - it consumes &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;itself &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to light the way for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;others&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence.&amp;nbsp; He inspires self-distrust.&amp;nbsp; He guides their eyes from himself to the spirit that quickens him.&amp;nbsp; He will have no disciple.&amp;nbsp; ~Amos Bronson Alcott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good teacher is a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;master&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of simplification and an &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;enemy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of simplism.&amp;nbsp; ~Louis A. Berman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; teachers are costly, but &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; teachers cost more.&amp;nbsp; ~Bob Talbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mediocre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; teacher tells.&amp;nbsp; The good teacher explains.&amp;nbsp; The superior teacher demonstrates.&amp;nbsp; The great teacher &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;inspires&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; ~William Arthur Ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best teacher is the one who suggests rather than dogmatizes, and inspires his listener with the wish to teach himself.&amp;nbsp; ~Edward Bulwer-Lytton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher's purpose is not to create students in his own image, but to develop students who can create their own image.&amp;nbsp; ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the teacher is, is more important than what he &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;teaches&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; ~Karl Menninger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching should be full of ideas instead of stuffed with facts.&amp;nbsp; ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cross-eyed teacher can keep twice the number of children in order than any other, because the pupils do not know who she's looking at.&amp;nbsp; ~&lt;i&gt;Four Hundred Laughs: Or, Fun Without Vulgarity&lt;/i&gt;, compiled and edited by John R. Kemble, 1902&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is leaving a vestige of one self in the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;development&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of another.&amp;nbsp; And surely the student is a bank where you can deposit your most &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;precious treasures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; ~Eugene P. Bertin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;Teachers who inspire realize there will always be rocks in the road ahead of us.&amp;nbsp; They will be stumbling blocks or stepping stones; it all depends on how we use them.&amp;nbsp; ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is not a lost&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; art&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but the regard for it is a lost &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tradition&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; ~Jacques Barzun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;To teach is to learn twice.&amp;nbsp; ~Joseph Joubert, &lt;i&gt;Pensées&lt;/i&gt;, 1842&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of teaching is to appear to have known all your life what you just learned this morning.&amp;nbsp; ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; try to fix the students, fix ourselves first.&amp;nbsp; The good teacher makes the poor student good and the good student superior.&amp;nbsp; When our students &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we, as teachers, too, have failed.&amp;nbsp; ~Marva Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The object of teaching a child is to enable him to get along without his teacher.&amp;nbsp; ~Elbert Hubbard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;Teachers are expected to reach &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;unattainable goals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with inadequate tools.&amp;nbsp; The miracle is that at times they accomplish this &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;impossible task&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; ~Haim G. Ginott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;retrieved from: teacher quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotegarden.com/teachers.html"&gt;http://www.quotegarden.com/teachers.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-4984145866755345885?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/4984145866755345885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4984145866755345885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4984145866755345885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-teacher.html' title='About Teacher'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-3707537541809261850</id><published>2009-10-26T21:00:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:38:41.915+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><title type='text'>curcol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home after a long day of working.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even see the sunset. just knew it from the darken shadow through the widows.&lt;br /&gt;i saw my mom and dad had fallen a sleep.&lt;br /&gt;what a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom, who'd just hospitalized looked so pale and powerless. and dad who laid down not far from her seemed so peace and soundly.&lt;br /&gt;they looked like two people hold on tight to the promise they made thirty years ago. of being "together in sickness and health, till death do as apart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i miss?&lt;br /&gt;so much..&lt;br /&gt;that i cried in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three years ago, when i let go my master degree, my dream of becoming a lecturer, and went back to my hometown. i made promise to spend more time with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;but now, i keep busy mending my own business. i work from dawn till dusk. &lt;br /&gt;when i'm home, i still busy doing my office tasks.&lt;br /&gt;i barely spend time just to talk about my day with mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i miss?&lt;br /&gt;a lot...&lt;br /&gt;that i'm thinking of quitting the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never have enough time to pay back all they gave to me&lt;br /&gt;i will never have enough money to buy even just a second of our time together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the hands of time are never on your side"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Nickelback: If Today Was Your Last Day-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.songarea.com/mc/2/if_today_was_your_last_day.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt; to listen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;style&gt;.sarea{background-image:url('http://layoutstar.com/images/songarea/silverywhite.gif');width:420px;color:#444;font:bold 11px verdana;text-align:left;}.sarea b{padding-left:3px;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;love you mom&amp;amp;dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;-dwizan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-3707537541809261850?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/3707537541809261850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/curcol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3707537541809261850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3707537541809261850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/curcol.html' title='curcol'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-4004335460997123428</id><published>2009-10-24T20:23:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:20:15.988+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>to all my teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i am a teacher myself&lt;br /&gt;this is all that i can say to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my desperate teachers&lt;br /&gt;"i know how it feels"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dedicated teachers&lt;br /&gt;"i know how hard it is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my highly-spirited teachers&lt;br /&gt;"i know how tiring it is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my creative teachers&lt;br /&gt;"i know how worthy it is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my inspiring teachers&lt;br /&gt;"i know that i'm truly inspired by"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my teachers&lt;br /&gt;"knowing you is the best thing in life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything&lt;br /&gt;-dwizan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-4004335460997123428?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/4004335460997123428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-all-my-teachers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4004335460997123428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4004335460997123428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-all-my-teachers.html' title='to all my teachers'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-4274339898567030690</id><published>2009-10-23T08:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:04:41.552+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><title type='text'>hospitalized</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/SuEDuHtdTMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oMSwLKEPR28/s1600-h/2009928Hospital-cartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/SuEDuHtdTMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oMSwLKEPR28/s320/2009928Hospital-cartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sudah dua hari bolos kerja, menunggui ibu di rumah sakit.&amp;nbsp; layah leyeh without doing anything selain ngladenin ibu makan, minum obat, dan MCK.&amp;nbsp; dan... menerima tamu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waktu ibu divonis harus masuk RS, aku udah heboh. karena ibu cuma beranak dua kali (aku dan kakak) akhirnya kita ga punya amunisi yang banyak untuk jagain ibu di RS. aku yang jam kerjanya lebih fleksible dan lebih gampang bolos akhirnya ngalah untuk jagain ibu dari pagi sampai malem, trus kakak yang bakal nginep di RS dari malem sampai pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku dah terbayang bosennya di RS, klo cuma layah leyeh, bakal wasting time. sementara aku dikejar deadline pengumpulan naskah soal tanggal 2 november, dan ulangan harian yang belum dikoreksi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya, setelah memastikan semua keperluan ibu, aku mulai mempersiapkan semua alat dan bahan yang aku butuhkan selama di RS. Laptop buat internetan dan pengetikan, jawaban ulangan buat dikoreksi, buku teks buat ide bikin soal, buku bacaan yang ringan buat selingan. passs.... semuanya sudah lengkap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyampe di RS, kedamaian cuma tercipta disaat jam tidur dan jam makan pagi. selebihnya penuh dengan tamu.&lt;br /&gt;dan rencana kerjaku bubar jalan..grakk!!&lt;br /&gt;yang ada aku malah sibuk nyambut tamu yang dateng ga berenti, persis seperti orang kondangan. busyett... ternyata mommy banyak juga relasinya.&lt;br /&gt;ya..iyalah... ibu sudah lebih tiga puluh tahun berkarir di dunia pendidikan. banyak mantan muridnya yang sudah jadi pejabat negeri ini.. (cie... lebay....) dengan berbagai jabatan struktural yang pernah beliau duduki, pastinya banyak manusia yang beliau kenal. karena baru kali ini beliau dirawat di RS, jadilah kamar tempat ibu di rawat selalu ramai.....dari jam 9 pagi sampai jam 9 malem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai hari ini, hari ketiga di RS, aku bisa nyantai dan ber- blogging ria via koneksi hotspot yang disediakan pihak RS tiap pagi saat ibu sedang tidur setelah makan pagi dan minum obat. persiapan kalau-kalau tamu bakal datang dan mengganggu jatah istirahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memang ya, masalah tamu ini malah jadi dilema. di satu sisi, bisa jadi penyemangat buat si sakit karena banyak mendapat perhatian dan dorongan semangat untuk sembuh, tapi di sisi lain, bisa jadi pengacau jadwal pasien yang seharusnya istirahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ingat kemarin sore, waktu kami cuma berdua dan beliau masih lemah, tiba-tiba beliau bilang:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;boleh ga klo ibu pasang tanda tidak menerima tamu di depan pintu? ibu capek, mau tidur. klo ada tamu jadinya ga bisa tidur, badan pegel, pusing karena diajak ngobrol melulu&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;nah lho.... aku cuma bisa senyum tanpa bicara apa-apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, meski di RS sudah ada jadwal besuk, dan berbagai macam peraturan dari x sampai z tentang tata tertib RS sampai jumlah penjenguk, tapi tetap saja orang-orang datang dan pergi sesukanya. what a waste hehe... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oia, waktu aku lagi ngetik ini, pak dokternya bilang ibu sudah boleh pulang sore ini. yay!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ayo siap-siap.&lt;br /&gt;weks...berarti besok aku masuk kerja lagi dong dong dong, kembali berjibaku dengan kesibukan yang meningkat di akhir pekan. harus say goodbye sama koneksi internet gratisan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo wis lah... ra popo... yang penting ibu sudah sehat dan bisa istirahat lebih banyak di rumah. nanti klo ada tamu, aku kan bisa bilang klo ibu lagi istirahat di kamar dan ga bisa diganggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank GOD. i love you&lt;br /&gt;-dwizan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-4274339898567030690?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/4274339898567030690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/hospitalized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4274339898567030690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/4274339898567030690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/hospitalized.html' title='hospitalized'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/SuEDuHtdTMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oMSwLKEPR28/s72-c/2009928Hospital-cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-5525964200757823063</id><published>2009-10-22T08:58:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:16:11.552+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'>finally, i found the answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pernah membuat posting yang menumpahkan semua kekesalan ku kepada orang-orang yang katanya "perhatian" dengan mengajukan pertanyaan-pertanyaan "retard" yang lebih terdengar sebagai basbisbus.&lt;br /&gt;(click to read: &lt;a href="http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/05/retarded-questions.html"&gt;retarded questions&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meski hanya satu teman yang meninggalkan komentar atas postingan itu langsung di blog ini, aslinya ada beberapa teman yang juga berkomentar. ada yang lewat YM, FB, bahkan berbicara langsung denganku saat senggang di kantor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah... lumayan lega, karena ternyata dengan menulis aku jadi bisa berbagi lebih luas, dan bisa mendapat respon yang lebih beragam. tapi sayangnya, orang-orang yang hobby mengajukan pertanyaan-pertanyaan "retard" itu bukan salah sepuluh dari pembaca blog ku. jadi meski sudah membuat posting yang lumayan tegas tentang basabasi yang cukup membuat sensi, aku tetap saja harus menghadapi semuaya, lagi dan lagi. Aaargh.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ternyata selain aku, banyak juga teman yang harus menjalani hidup penuh dengan annoying or irritating questions (if you think retard is too harsh :)&lt;br /&gt;dan hampir semua pertanyaan itu tidak perlu dijawab sebenarnya. kecuali untuk orang-orang tertentu yang kita tahu perlu jawaban dengan alasan profesional maupun etika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, untuk teman-teman lajang maupun menikah yang terpaksa harus menjawab semua pertanyaan basbisbus itu, aku punya bahan bagus.&lt;br /&gt;kumpulan berbagai macam cara menjawab pertanyaan tentang "kapan nikah? kapan punya momongan? kapan nambah momongan?". dijamin kita tidak akan bosan dengan jawaban kita yang biasanya itu-itu saja atau sekedar senyum-senyum ga jelas. karena meski sudah dijawab, pertanyaan itu akan terus muncul dalam berbagai kondisi dan situasi, apalagi yang kontekstual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini dia link untuk mendapatkan e-book yang berisi kumpulan jawaban.&lt;br /&gt;selamat mendownload ya kawan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/89554012/f7dd05ea/E-booklajangdanmenikahcom.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://dc111.4shared.com/img/89554012/f7dd05ea/E-booklajangdanmenikahcom.pdf" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mungkin setelah baca e-book ini, kita malah menunggu-nunggu kapan pertanyaan "retard" itu muncul. karena kita tidak sabar ingin mengetes seberapa baik hasil membaca kita. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;happy reading and answering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-dwizan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-5525964200757823063?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/5525964200757823063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-i-found-answer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5525964200757823063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5525964200757823063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-i-found-answer.html' title='finally, i found the answer'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-3408333286608715823</id><published>2009-10-21T16:58:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:47:07.758+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'>ghost from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setiap manusia pasti punya masa lalu.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;masa lalu adalah sesuatu yang membuat kita utuh. tidak bisa dihilangkan, tidak bisa ditambah, tidak bisa dikurangi. masa lalu tetap seperti adanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seringkali, ada bagian dari masa lalu yang ingin kita ulang. hal-hal yang sangat indah, yang menyenangkan. yang membuat kita merasa bahagia sebagai manusia. namun, sekeras apapun kita berusaha, masa lalu takkan pernah berjalan beriringan dengan kekinian yang kita jalani. keduanya akan saling meninggalkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terkadang ada bagian dari masa lalu yang ingin sekali kita buang. hal-hal yang mengerikan, yang sangat membebani, yang membuat kita berjalan tertunduk. bahkan terkadang, orang-orang di masa sekarang kita, menilai kita dari masa lalu yang ingin kita enyahkan itu. rasanya lebih dari sakit, ngilu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan susah payah kita lari dari masa lalu yang kelam. mencoba memulai segalanya dengan yang baru.menjalani masa kekinian kita dengan cara yang sama sekali berbeda. dan hingga suatu titik, kita merasa bahwa kita telah menjadi orang yang baru dalam masa sekarang dan masa depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kita lupa, bahwa sebaru apapun, seberbeda apapun, hidup yang kita jalani saat ini, tak kan pernah lepas dari masa lalu yang pernah kita jalani. takkan ada masa kini tanpa masa lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"you only live once, you'll never be able to create a new life, just change it, and make difference"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kita boleh berlari sejauh yang kita bisa.&lt;br /&gt;kita boleh membersihkan diri sampai ke setiap pori.&lt;br /&gt;kita bisa menghapus semua kenangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi masa lalu akan tetap ada. meski kita tak pernah mengenangnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;like a ghost, it's haunting you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi, berdamailah dengan masa lalu.&lt;br /&gt;karena seindah apapun, takkan mungkin bisa terulang.&lt;br /&gt;karena seburuk apapun, takkan mungkin bisa terbuang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dwizan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-3408333286608715823?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/3408333286608715823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/ghost-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3408333286608715823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/3408333286608715823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/ghost-from-past.html' title='ghost from the past'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-1460668983314493545</id><published>2009-10-15T20:17:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:21:27.294+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'>go gay for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. the title seems provoking&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't mean that i'm gay. or..do you think so?&lt;br /&gt;it's just because there are so many things go wrong recently.&lt;br /&gt;so little time, so much to do&lt;br /&gt;and i just want to escape from my ordinary me&lt;br /&gt;and whoopz.... the first thing cross in my mind is.... what if i go gay?&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't understand about the gay world. and i don't understand why should i be gay?&lt;br /&gt;but.. hey.. i just wanna have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here i am with my wacky wacky mind, writing my wacky wacky idea, in my wacky wacky blog.&lt;br /&gt;if i go gay..&lt;br /&gt;who would i go gay for????&lt;br /&gt;here are the candidates.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://lesbianlife.about.com/od/lesbianactors/p/EllenDeGeneres.htm"&gt;Ellen DeGeneres&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the famous Ellen. Love her show. but she's just as old as my mom. think i don't need to be gay if i just wanna have a gay mom :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://lesbianlife.about.com/od/lesbianactors/p/PortiadeRossi.htm"&gt;Portia de Rossi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ouch.... is it an ugly truth??? the perfect beauty Portia is a gay. yay!!&lt;br /&gt;and more, she's Ellen's wife. well, i'm too young to compete with Ellen. so, bubye Portia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.lindsaylohansource.com/"&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The former teen queen. Lindsay used to be my fave teen star. love her movies especially Freaky Friday. but with all the things surrounding her from fashion to drugs, i don't think i could hold on to her.&lt;br /&gt;sorry Lindsay, i have to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/samantharonson"&gt;Samantha Ronson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I fell in love with&amp;nbsp; the DJ....&lt;br /&gt;nope, i'm not really in love with Sam. it's just a song lyrics sang by Che'Nelle. i didn't know who Sam was, until i read the news about her relationship with Lindsay. &lt;br /&gt;i'm not interested in clubbing, so i'm not in love with the DJ either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://lesbianlife.about.com/cs/famouslesbians/p/TammyLynn.htm"&gt;Tammy Lynn Michaels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Never thought that this "Popular" girl is a gay. She's given birth to twins, daughter and son. Wonder if&amp;nbsp; i could be good mom for the twins. better leave them with Melissa and search a single gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://lesbianlife.about.com/cs/famouslesbians/p/MelissaEtheridg.htm"&gt;Melissa Etheridge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This rock star has gone through much in her live, including cancer. and Tammy was and is and bet will be there for her as always.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... i don't have a heart to break their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://lesbianlife.about.com/od/lesbiansinsports/p/AmelieMauresmo.htm"&gt;Amelie Mauresmo &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A famous tennis player. that's all i know about Mauresmo.Will she love me and take me as her wife???&lt;br /&gt;i don't play tennis, and i don't wanna play with my heart or her heart.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir Amelie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://lesbianlife.about.com/od/lesbiansinsports/a/Swoopes.htm"&gt;Sheryl Swoopes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; she's a three times MVP.&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i think we could make a good couple. we could play basketball together. she's the player and i'm the ball. Ups....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://lesbianlife.about.com/od/lesbianactors/p/JackieWarner.htm"&gt;Jackie Warner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i've just seen her interview in Oprah Show. this famous tv star of Work Out seems to be the best choice for me. i need to work out badly. need to get my body in shape. by becoming Jackie's partner i'll get 24/7 work out session.&lt;br /&gt;ohh...sounds tyring :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ... who would i go gay for???????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll just go gay for myself. I'm the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;-dwizan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-1460668983314493545?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/1460668983314493545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-gay-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1460668983314493545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/1460668983314493545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-gay-for.html' title='go gay for'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-2430960127613402107</id><published>2009-10-14T21:06:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:17:13.907+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieved'/><title type='text'>rainy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, after a long time waiting&lt;br /&gt;the first rainy day has come to mark hundreds of rainy days to come&lt;br /&gt;cheer....&lt;br /&gt;love the scent of falling rain, the air, the wet soil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you rain&lt;br /&gt;i love this song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do click to enjoy the song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-color: rgb(51, 153, 0) rgb(51, 153, 0) -moz-use-text-color; 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font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;which one?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. to be secretly in love&lt;br /&gt;B. to be loved secretly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;which one hurts you the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/StSQdpDlkEI/AAAAAAAAALw/dI9zH-7FMX4/s1600-h/Secret_Admirer_by_ajiraiya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/StSQdpDlkEI/AAAAAAAAALw/dI9zH-7FMX4/s320/Secret_Admirer_by_ajiraiya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-7433053668867090584?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/7433053668867090584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/secretly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/7433053668867090584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/7433053668867090584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/secretly.html' title='secretly'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/StSQdpDlkEI/AAAAAAAAALw/dI9zH-7FMX4/s72-c/Secret_Admirer_by_ajiraiya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-2707623587313945212</id><published>2009-10-13T18:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:15:00.573+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>dua lelakiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi asik online, tiba-tiba mang Sam masuk sambil bawa undangan. ternyata dari teman SMA. bulan syawal emang musimnya hajatan :). hampir tiap hari pasti ada undangan yang datang. weekend penuh dengan acara kondangan, sementara dompet makin kosong...ups...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emang sih, teman-teman se usia aku yang usianya twenty something pasti banyak yang nikah. sementara teman-teman kakak banyak juga yang nyebar undangan, bukan undangan pernikahan tapi sunatan alias khitanan anak-anaknya :)&lt;br /&gt;sering juga sih yang kasih undangan sekaligus untuk dua acara, pernikahan dan khitanan. tapi bukan mempelai pria nya kan yang di khitan???? bisa gaswat nih kalo bener.... (SENSOR!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/StRdHeA36oI/AAAAAAAAALg/URXx9hH3YU8/s1600-h/tom-and-jerry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/StRdHeA36oI/AAAAAAAAALg/URXx9hH3YU8/s200/tom-and-jerry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back to the title. kenapa judulnya dua lelakiku? aku bukan ingin membicarakan tentang dua lelaki dalam hal yang satu disunat yang satu dinikahi (ah... sensor lagi deh..)&lt;br /&gt;tetapi tiap kali menghadiri acara akad nikah, aku jadi teringat pernikahan ku lebih setahun lalu. peristiwa sakral itu tidak akan ada dan jadi istimewa tanpa hadirnya dua lelaki yang aku cintai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dua lelakiku, ayahku dan suamiku....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perlu berhari-hari agar aku bisa meyakinkan ayah untuk menjadi wali nikah ku. bukan karena aku bertengkar dengan ayah, atau karena ayah tidak setuju aku menikah. tapi lebih karena tradisi keluarga dimana sang ayah mempelai wanita menguasakan hak perwalian nikah kepada para ulama.&lt;br /&gt;dulu waktu kakak menikah, ayah memberikan kuasa kepada Ust. ****** (beliau yang namanya tidak boleh disebut, karena aku lupa hahaha) yang dianggap sebagai sesepuh dan ulama dalam keluarga besar. begitupun ketika sepupu perempuanku menikah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang saat tiba giliran aku menikah, aku memaksa ayah untuk turun tangan menjadi wali nikah ku secara langsung tanpa perantara. awalnya ayah enggan, tapi setelah bujukan dan rayuan maut, plus sanjungan dan sedikit kegombalan, beliau bersedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan terjadilah peristiwa lucu, seru, dan mengharukan yang melibatkan dua lelakiku. hampir seminggu ayah melatih secara intensif kalimat ijab yang harus dia ucapkan. begitu pula dengan suamiku yang waktu itu masih berstatus calon suami. beberapa kali aku memergoki mereka sedang serius berdiskusi tentang kalimat yang harus mereka ucapkan. mereka juga sempat berlatih beberapa gerakan dan isyarat yang akan mereka gunakan pada hari H.&lt;br /&gt;aku dengar ayah berkata setengah mengancam: "pokoknya ga boleh salah atau diulang. cukup sekali!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku merasa begitu bangga melihat dua lelakiku berlatih, ah... dua lelaki yang sama-sama aku cintai dan mencintaiku :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saat hari yang dinantikan tiba, aku merasa gugup. begitu banyak hal yang memenuhi pikiranku. aku mencuri lihat pada ayah. air mukanya tampak aneh. apakah ayah juga gugup? ini pertama kalinya beliau harus menikahkan putrinya secara langsung. peristiwa yang baru pertama kali terjadi dalam keluarga besar. sebuah pendobrakan tradisi.&lt;br /&gt;ah.. ayah yang sudah terbiasa bernego dengan klien selama lebih 30 tahun. ayah yang terbiasa memerintah dengan tegas, ayah yang terbiasa bicara lantang dalam rapat, ayah yang biasa menjadi juara, terlihat begitu gugup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamunanku terhenti ketika bunyi rebana memecah kesunyian, tanda bahwa rombongan mempelai pria telah tiba. aku melihat lelakiku, yang aku cintai, yang bersedia ku berikan janji sehidup semati. dia tampak gagah dalam beskap putih.&lt;br /&gt;tapi semakin dekat dengan acara ijab kabul, aku melihat air mukanya berubah. sama seperti ayah, dia tampak begitu gugup. ternyata seorang chief officer yang terbiasa main perintah bisa nerveous juga haha. aku masih suka tertawa jika melihat rekaman video pernikahan kami. wajah gugupnya pada detik-detik menjelang ijab qobul benar-benar terlihat. (sumpah babe, kamu gugup banget, keliatan jelas)&lt;br /&gt;dengan begitu, aku makin teryakinkan bahwa suamiku belum berpengalaman dalam hal menikah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hayyahh..emang mau ya sama yang udah pengalaman??? mmmm..... mau aja, selama dia jujur soal rekening bank dan terbuka soal dompetnya. jiaahhh matre gue....kelaut aje deh...byurrr!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah. acara akad nikah berjalan lancar. cukup sekali. diucapkan dengan tegas dan meyakinkan.&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih untuk dua lelakiku. for once in my life i feel so deeply loved. i love yous so.......much.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jangan tertipu sama gambar yang aku pasang, aslinya mereka kompak banget. terutama dalam hal mencintaiku :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0000&lt;br /&gt;-dwizan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-2707623587313945212?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/2707623587313945212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/dua-lelakiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/2707623587313945212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/2707623587313945212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/dua-lelakiku.html' title='dua lelakiku'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uM4Ejoy1SLo/TxdsYwDBhHI/AAAAAAAAARo/zY6g5CzCm9Q/s220/Panda_thumb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KOw9CixElJU/StRdHeA36oI/AAAAAAAAALg/URXx9hH3YU8/s72-c/tom-and-jerry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175397490968948212.post-5770016743090502251</id><published>2009-10-13T15:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:51:22.526+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curhatan'/><title type='text'>why would i marry you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fullpost" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posting ini adalah lanjutan dari postingan ku yang berjudul &lt;b&gt;"i'm falling for you."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buat yang belum baca mendingan &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-falling-for-you.html"&gt;klik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; dulu deh, biar ga bingung :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di akhir postingan itu, aku mengajukan proposal pernikahan kepada otak yang aku jatuhi cinta. ya, aku melamar &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;otak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seseorang. aku tidak jatuh cinta kepada yang punya otak itu, aku bahkan tidak mengenalnya. murni, aku hanya jatuh cinta kepada otaknya yang menurutku brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin akan ada yang berpendapat, kenapa aku tidak memiliki keinginan untuk:&lt;br /&gt;a. memiliki otak yang brilliant itu.&lt;br /&gt;b. menikahi orang yang punya otak itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengingat, menimbang, dan memutuskan bahwa semua pilihan yang aku punya itu mustahil terwujud, karena:&lt;br /&gt;a. tidak mungkin bisa transfer otak&lt;br /&gt;b. tidak mungkin aku menikahi dua orang karena poliandri illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pada akhirnya, aku memilih untuk menikahi otak yang brilliant itu saja. kan sama-sama mustahil. tapi aku bukan asal pilih lho. keputusan untuk mengajukan proposal pernikahan terhadap otak itu, sudah aku pikirkan masak-masak.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;aku punya banyak alasan untuk itu.&lt;br /&gt;menikah berarti mengikat janji sehidup semati, bersama dalam suka dan duka, bergenggaman lebih erat saat badai menghadang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan menikahi otak yang brilliant itu, maka otakku yang pas-pasan ini jadi punya a life time partner yang huebat...tt banget.. untuk berbagi. untuk berdiskusi tentang masalah-masalah yang dihadapi. dari hal yang sangat complicated sampai hal yang remeh temeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan seperti hal nya pasangan suami istri yang bisa saling mempengaruhi satu sama lain seiring waktu sampai bisa menjadi mirip dalam hal kelakuan hingga aroma tubuh, maka aku berharap dengan menikahi otak brilliant itu, otak ku yang average juga bakal jadi&amp;nbsp; brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bayangkan betapa bahagianya aku punya sharing partner yang selalu siap 24/7 dengan ide-ide yang cemerlang. yang siap beradu argumen, yang siap membuatku berpikir kritis, logis, sistematis. dan terkadang humoris, atau bahkan narsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn! i'm falling for your brain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*babe, maaf ya, otak ku emang hobi selingkuh, but you're my only home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dwizan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6175397490968948212-5770016743090502251?l=dwizan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/feeds/5770016743090502251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-would-i-marry-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5770016743090502251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175397490968948212/posts/default/5770016743090502251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dwizan.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-would-i-marry-you.html' title='why would i marry you?'/><author><name>Dwi Haryanti Faozan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09836423594660059246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.co
