<?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-10187447</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:13:29.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Ain't Big Enough</title><subtitle type='html'>The world probably not big enough for me or ...
I am not big enough for this world...
What i know for sure, this blog is not big enough for me to tell all my experiences in this uncertain world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-5262687634092296270</id><published>2009-03-24T10:32:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:49:59.613+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tertipuuuuuu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/SciCMDi14tI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dICq2dre0Sg/s1600-h/macet-dalem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/SciCMDi14tI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dICq2dre0Sg/s400/macet-dalem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316642503732355794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dari pagi sudah ngintip2 dari jendela apartemen keadaan jalanan di luar (clue : Jl. K.H. Mas Mansyur). Ada yang terlihat aneh....kok jalanannya sepi ya?! Biasanya dari jam 8 pagi sudah macettttttttttttt edannnn....tapi ini dah jam 1/2 9 masi sepi-sepi aja.&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;Sempet berpikir apakah banyak orang udah ambil cuti karena hari Kamis tanggal merah, jadi sekalian dah pada libur dari kantor sejak Selasa. Tapi itu cuma pikiran dari satu sisi aja. Akhirnya sama suami tercinta berangkatlah menuju kantor, yak...keluar apartemen, ke kiri terus puter balik depan Cityloft. Setelah itu langsung naik flyover, dannnn...ehhhhh...di tengah2 flyover sudah macet. Tumben bangetttttt...!! Biasanya jam 9 pagi jalanan di flyover menuju tanah abang itu sangat lancar sekali. Ini ada apa kok macet? Dan sumpah deh...macetnya panjang banget bo'...turun dari flyover, baru ketahuan klo ternyata lalu lintas di jalur kanan (yang berlawanan) juga  macet banget.&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;Dan ternyata eh ternyata ada truk ngguling gitu di pinggir jalan Tanah Abang. Tepatnya di pas belokan ke kiri yang ke arah Grand Indonesia. Alhasil, membuat macet kedua sisi jalur. Dan asli itu yang jalur kanan, macetnya panjang bangettttttttttt....sampe di belokan deket Cideng juga masih panjang macetnya. Untungnya untuk yang arah kita tuju gak separah jalur sebelah. Setelah deket Tomang udah gak macet lagi.&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;Oia, sempet ngintip ke  bawah pas di flyover Cideng, dan ternyata...buset...macetnya parah bener ya...&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;Suami langsung bilang : "lain kali klo kita liat jalanan depan apartemen sepi, berarti ada apa2 di Tanah Abang yeeee..."&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;Gotcha!! Kita berdua kena tipu dehhhh...tau gitu tadi langsung lewat Pejompongan aja.&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;Oia, denger di radio hari ini jangan ke Blok S, karena ada salah satu partai yang bakal berkumpul dan berkampanye disana.&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;Sekian laporan lalu lintas di Jakarta hari ini.&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;Hihi..&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/10187447-5262687634092296270?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/5262687634092296270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=5262687634092296270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/5262687634092296270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/5262687634092296270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2009/03/tertipuuuuuu.html' title='Tertipuuuuuu....'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/SciCMDi14tI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dICq2dre0Sg/s72-c/macet-dalem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-3590712143275051697</id><published>2008-06-09T17:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:30:00.480+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost Post</title><content type='html'>Rasanya ... lama banget gak ngisi blog ini ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang di tengah-tengah ruangan bos dengan meja bundarnya, iseng mau posting aja. Apalagi setelah berkutat dengan masalah daftar ulang blog-nya yang gak tau kenapa dulu-dulu bermasalah aja. Jadilah ... gak bisa posting mulu. Sekarang berkat jeng Cia mau invite untuk view blog dia, jadi semangat lagi untuk daftar ulang. Dan ternyata berhasil ... hurray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng ... pengen pijet ... hak hak hak hak ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirim lagi nanti ... !! Sementara ini dulu - wush - wush ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-3590712143275051697?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/3590712143275051697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=3590712143275051697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/3590712143275051697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/3590712143275051697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-lost-post.html' title='Long Lost Post'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-115476777719816569</id><published>2006-10-13T03:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T09:01:19.630+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerja Bakti?!</title><content type='html'>+ Ini harusnya diposting udah lama banget, sekitar bulan Agustus, tapi ketunda. Bentuknya udah dalam bentuk draft sih +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayo anak2...kita kerja bakti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Woman%20Sweep%20Floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/Woman%20Sweep%20Floor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehehehe, seruan ini tampak familiar ketika masih SD, sekali dalam seminggu pasti ada yang namanya kerja bakti. Di rumah juga. Tapi ketika udah jauh di negeri orang, rasanya kata kerja bakti ini perlu dibangkitkan lagi, khususnya untuk para penghuni Flat 78 - Cranborne House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya sih capek yah, selalu jadi orang yang makan hati liat kondisi dapur dan communal room yang gak pernah bersih (sebenarnya kalau dibandingkan ama kondisi dapur dan communal room flat lain, punya kita sih masi RADA mendingan. Ya..maklum, standar bersih gue kalau kata pacar suka beda dibanding yang lain, terlalu tinggi! :p). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya kalau gue di dapur, selesai masak akhirnya jadi gue yang beresin dan rapi2in segala macem barang. Awalnya sih, temen flat gue yang orang Thailand dan Turki juga selalu begitu, tapi mungkin lama2 capek juga, karena anak2 lakinya sama sekali cuek aja dan jorok gitu. So, mereka jadinya mengambil aksi gak mau tau lagi. Alhasil, jadi makin kotor deh tu dapur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awal2 dulu sih kita semua masi rajin bersiin dapur, dan gue selalu cerewet untuk suruh semua orang mematuhi jadwal bersih2. Tapi lama2, hemmm..capek juga. Gue sendiri pengen liat, kalau gue diem aja bakal dibersiin atau engga, bakal pada buang sampah atau engga. Ternyata engga. :( Paling sebel lagi kalau ada yang suka complain dapur berasa kotor, tapi dia sendiri gak ambil aksi untuk bersih2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue bukannya merasa gimanaaaaaaaa...gitu, tapi kerasa banget..let say ketika gue di luar kota selama seminggu atau kurang, ketika balik lagi ke flat dan liat dapur + communal room, aehhh...udah kayak kapal pecah aja gitu. So, sedikit terbayang kalau gue gak tinggal di flat itu. Satu temen gue orang Indonesia pernah bilang, kenapa ya...kita gak bisa tinggal bareng, orang2 bersih di dalam satu flat? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan ternyata memang banyak temen gue yang mengalami masalah yang sama dengan gue. Pikir2 sih, sejorok2nya orang Indonesia, ternyata memang masih paling bersih dibandingkan orang2 negara lain. Gue merasakan, walaupun disini anak2 Indonesia pada punya pembantu di rumah dengan rumah mereka yang segede-gede gaban, semuanya mampu untuk at least segera mencuci piring dan peralatan lain selesai menggunakan, dan kalau liat sesuatu yang kotor dikit, punya kesadaran tinggi untuk ngebersihin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, balik lagi ke soal kerja bakti. Berhubung pada hari Senin nanti (7 Agustus 2006) bakal ada pemeriksaan dapur + communal room, dan kita bisa kena denda kalau gak bersih, maka...gue mengetok tiap kamar supaya kita kerja bakti bersiin 2 tempat tersebut. Dan harus sampai sebersih2nya, karena di kertas pemberitahuan untuk inspeksi tersebut sudah ditulis bagian mana saja yang harus bersih, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1). Microwave inside out&lt;br /&gt;2). Stove including the hob and the oven&lt;br /&gt;3). Walls and cupboards&lt;br /&gt;4). Hoover the carpet and along the hall&lt;br /&gt;5). Fridge freezer inside out&lt;br /&gt;6). Window sills&lt;br /&gt;7). Floor is clean and litter free&lt;br /&gt;8). Worktops should be clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hem, seinget gue itu udah semua (maklum, kertasnya ada di dapur dan males aja gitu jalan ke sana). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya Deniz (ma beloved Turkish friend) minta tolong supaya kita bersih2 hari Rabu sebelum dia pergi ke Yunani hari Kamis pagi. Gue minta Rabu sore. Tapi berhubung tu anak gue ketok kamarnya kaga dijawab2. So...batal deh. Bertemu dengan temen2 flat lain, dan bilang kayaknya kita bakal bersih2 malem sekitar jam 9 malem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan akhirnya kerja bakti dimulai jam 10 malem. Hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Paling seru adalah Kamel (temen flat dari Jordan). Dia mengaku selama setahun tinggal di flat, gak pernah bersih2 dapur, dan akhirnya sekarang bersih2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Man%20Vacuum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/Man%20Vacuum.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dia sampe bilang : "my parents won't believe me that I am doing this cleaning stuff. I never clean a kitchen in my whole life". Haeh..haeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue suruh2 aja di untuk hoover carpet dan hall, lap2 dinding, meja, triplek sampah, dsb. Hahahahaha...untungnya dia bisa diajak kerjasama. Sedangkan temen flat gue satu lagi, Belle (from Thailand), emang dasarnya dia udah bersih orangnya, so gue sendiri gak usah ngasi instruksi kudu bersiin apa aja. Sink aja ama dia digosok ampe kinclong, ama jendela dan kulkas. Gue sendiri kebagian bersiin kompor, oven, dan microwave dan Deniz bagian bersiin lantai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ini ketikan berikutnya baru di-add 10 Oktober 2006 +&lt;br /&gt;Yang absen A (temen Thailand lain), dan Aziz yang memang lagi di luar kota. Kalau Firat, aku lupa2 inget dia ikutan ato engga. Anyway, begitu hari pemeriksaan tiba, kita dikasih tau kalau kulkas di bagian pegangan tangannya kurang bersih. Lalu hall juga masih ada debu2 yang nempel di ujung2 karpet. What?! Itu padahal gue bersiin itu karpet hall udah sampe sakit punggung, gara2 vacuum sialan gak bekerja dengan benar. Jadi terpaksa harus sampe jongkok dan bungkuk supaya itu vacuum bener2 menghisap debu. Akhirnya, karena badan sudah teler banget, gue selipin aja message di bawah pintunya Sinem dan minta dia bersiin sisanya, secara kita berempat udah bersiin dari kemarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita dikasih waktu 24 jam untuk bersiin, dan besoknya bakal dicek lagi, kalau masih kotor juga baru kita kena denda. Well, good thing is, she did it. Both the jobs. Ihiy!! Dan hasilnya kita gak  kena denda. Dan emang susah banget ngebersiin itu debu dari ujung2 karpet, anak2 pada mengeluh kalau dari pertama kali mereka pindah dan tinggal di flat 78, emang itu karpet di bagian ujung2nya dah berdebu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oia, soal ngebersiin oven, hehehe..ada satu story lagi. Jadi karena membutuhkan waktu sampe 4 hari untuk bersiin oven yang bagian bawahnya emang udah item banget, si Kamel sebagai pengguna setia oven merasa gak bisa makan apa2 karena ovennya masih bau bahan kimia. Hihihihi...yah, mau gimana lagi...itu oven emang kotor dan item banget bagian dasarnya. Gue sendiri gak mau kena denda karena oven kotor. Digosok sampe pake scrubber dan pisau, plus menggunakan jasa senter untuk mengecek udah kinclong atau engga (maklum, ovennya gak ada lampu oven). Pala juga sampe puyeng karena ngebauin bau bahan pembersih oven selama 4 hari itu.  Halah...halah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saking niatnya, kaca penahan oven sampe gue lepas pake screwdriver, dan gue bersiin ampe 2 hari saking kotornya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Woman%20Cleaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/Woman%20Cleaning.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak2 flat pada bilang, ngapain juga gue repot2, toh dari pertama dateng itu oven emang udah kotor. Dan dengan ngototnya juga gue bilang, gue males bayar denda!!! Hahahahahaha....terlihat pelitkah diriku? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tiap kali gue bertemu Kamel, dia selalu nanya : "Nisa, can I use the oven now? I couldn't cook my pizza". Yah, gue bilang aja, ke flat lain dulu deh...yah, elu boleh sih make...tapi gue gak jamin makanan elu gak akan bau kimia. :p Dan begitu tu oven dah siap dipake he kept on saying : "bless you Nisa". Huahahahha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what an experience deh...tinggal se-flat dengan orang2 yang memiliki tingkat kebersihan dan tingkat kesadaran yang beda2. Kapan lagi bisa ketemu orang2 kayak gini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nanti ada story lanjutan deh tentang ngebersiin dapur terakhir kali sebelum kita semua hengkang dari Cranborne flat 78. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunggu yah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-115476777719816569?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/115476777719816569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=115476777719816569' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115476777719816569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115476777719816569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/10/kerja-bakti.html' title='Kerja Bakti?!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-116047575508994112</id><published>2006-10-10T11:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:29:32.156+07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Uniform</title><content type='html'>Early in the morning, well, 7.30am sih..., "si mas" woke me up, and asked to be dropped by into his workplace (according to him, he struggled a lot to wake me up since 7.00am. Hihihi..."ya maaf"...). Heatin' up d car for a while, then off we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home, I passed through a school. Hem...hem...lots of cute boys, hahahaha...inget umur!!! Honestly, this is what I've imagined about student uniforms and atmosphere in England's schools. Tidy, formal, yet mysterious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/School%20Uniform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/School%20Uniform.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of them were riding the bicycle near my car, while d others were dropped by their parents (usually the little one, aged hem...somewhere between 7-12years old, but...as u know, it is hard to guess the age of a "bule" cuz they seem older than their age).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Anak%20Kecil%20Bingung.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/Anak%20Kecil%20Bingung.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of them even gave me a thumb up whenever I stopped and make a way for them. Ahhh...there was one boy (I think he's around 15-17 years) waved at me while he kept on cycling and passing the road. Cute alarm...cute alarm. Huahahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering my background as a girl who spent most of her time reading "Malory Towers" or those-other-books-with-England-school-live-in-a-dormitory-as-the-background, I couldn't resist when passing that school to keep on looking at them, and drooling all over my car. Hehehe...Sometimes I still couldn't believe that I will live here, in a land where I frequently dreamed the most. And now, living in this British land and surrounded by those cute boys with cool uniforms, really make me feels that those thing which had been written in the books were not a lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, although I had a chance to visit Eton School, the place where Prince William studied, when I went to Windsor Castle with my parents, time is limited during that visit. Thus, I was only able watched Eton from the castle, look small though...but satisfied me enough. Dengan noraknya, gue bahkan men-zoom kamera gue dengan harapan bisa ngintip para pelajar Eton yang ganteng2. Hahahaha...could you imagine someone went to school with this uniform? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/eton18_12.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/eton18_12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy, eh?! (well, both Prince William and d uniform. Hehehehe..). If you compared it with our Indonesian school's uniform, ours seem dull. But you know what, now I know the reason why they weared lots of layer for their uniform (1st the shirt, then the cardigans/vest, then the grey/black coat), it is because they started their school term during winter time. While in Indonesia, the weather is always the same, either raining or dry. No need to wear 3/4 layer of clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, those uniform is really sumthin', ain't? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my experience today reassures my fantasy about England school's uniform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure is pleased me a lot. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-116047575508994112?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/116047575508994112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=116047575508994112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/116047575508994112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/116047575508994112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/10/school-uniform.html' title='School Uniform'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-115884374905861188</id><published>2006-09-21T14:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:02:29.070+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kebelet</title><content type='html'>Hihihi...bayangkan rumah berisi 7 orang dengan 1 kamar mandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heboh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, rasanya lebih dari itu sih. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti hari ini, ketika si pelaku A baru saja masuk dan menguasai kamar mandi, muncul korban B yang tiba2 sudah gak tahan pengen pipis. Di saat bersamaan, korban C ingin menggunakan kamar mandi untuk mandi setelah pelaku A. Namun ketika korban C lengah, korban B langsung menyerobot masuk kamar mandi begitu pelaku A keluar kamar mandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak urung, korban C harus rela menunggu kembali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, saatnya tiba bagi korban C. Lagi enak2nya mandi, tiba2 datang korban D yang langsung menanyakan pada saya : "Ada orang di kamar mandi?". Saya langsung menjawab "ya, udah lumayan lama kok". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu korban D menunggu, menunggu, dan menunggu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak ayal, diapun sudah merasa tidak sanggup lagi. Diketoklah pintu kamar mandi, "masih lama?".&lt;br /&gt;C: "iya, bentar lagi, 10 menit lagi!!"&lt;br /&gt;Korban D pun berseru, "buruan, dah kebelet nih!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak seberapa lama, korban D langsung memainkan gendang yang posisinya ada di dekat kamar mandi, yang merupakan milik salah satu penghuni rumah ini. Dimainkannya gendang itu dengan suara2 yang terdengar seperti ketidaksabaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C pun berteriak : "iya, bentar lagi keluar!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, C keluar. D buru2 masuk dan mengunci pintu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ck...ck...ck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu2nya penghuni rumah yang belum mengalami kejadian ini hanyalah saya sendiri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya diuntungkan dengan tradisi bangun pagi saya, di saat yang lain masih di alam mimpi sehingga bisa menguasai kamar mandi sendirian sesuka saya. Apalagi posisi kamar saya yang sebelahan dengan kamar mandi, membuat saya dengan mudah mengetahui apakah kamar mandinya kosong atau tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisa dibilang, keramaian kamar mandi baru dimulai ketika jam sudah menunjukkan pukul 11 atau 12. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, mungkin kericuhan ini akan berkurang ketika penghuni rumah di bulan depan nanti menyusut menjadi 5 orang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi...pengalamannya itu lho...tidak terlupakan!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-115884374905861188?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/115884374905861188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=115884374905861188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115884374905861188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115884374905861188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/09/kebelet.html' title='Kebelet'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-115858396348941412</id><published>2006-09-18T13:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T19:54:33.063+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresa A Mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Il%20Divo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Il%20Divo.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbreak My Heart (Regresa A Mi)&lt;br /&gt;Artist : Il Divo&lt;br /&gt;Album : Il Divo&lt;br /&gt;Year : 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me abandones así &lt;br /&gt;hablando sólo de ti. &lt;br /&gt;Ven y devuelveme al fin &lt;br /&gt;la sonrisa que se fue. &lt;br /&gt;Una vez más tocar tu piel &lt;br /&gt;el hondo suspirar. &lt;br /&gt;Recuperemos lo que se ha perdido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regresa a mí, &lt;br /&gt;quéreme otra vez, &lt;br /&gt;borra el dolor &lt;br /&gt;que al irte me dio &lt;br /&gt;cuando te separaste de mí. &lt;br /&gt;Dime que sí &lt;br /&gt;Ya no quiero llorar, &lt;br /&gt;regresa a mí. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraño el amor que se fue, &lt;br /&gt;extraña la dicha también. &lt;br /&gt;Quiero que vengas a mí &lt;br /&gt;y me vuelvas s querer. &lt;br /&gt;No puedo más si tú no estás, &lt;br /&gt;tienes que llegar. &lt;br /&gt;Mi vida se apaga sin ti a mi lado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me abandonas así, &lt;br /&gt;hablando sólo de ti. &lt;br /&gt;Devuelveme la pasión de tus brazos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak tau kenapa, efek kesedihan lagu ini jadi lebih dapet ketika dinyanyikan Il Divo dalam bahasa lain (bahasa apa ya? Itali? Spanyol?). Dinyanyikan Toni Braxton memang sedih, tapi yang ini feelingnya lebih dapet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin karena dinyanyikannya gaya opera, which is brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merindingggggggggg....!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-115858396348941412?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/115858396348941412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=115858396348941412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115858396348941412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115858396348941412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/09/regresa-mi.html' title='Regresa A Mi'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-115842282783715375</id><published>2006-09-16T17:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:08:19.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring...Ring...</title><content type='html'>I miss my dearest mother&lt;br /&gt;I miss my brother and my sister in law&lt;br /&gt;And...I miss ma dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring them yesterday after 2 months hasn't heard their voice through the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then called ma so called buddy, but nobody answered d phone (yeah...it's 5 in d morning in Indonesia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried ma last luck by calling ma soul-mate Piscean friend, fortunately, after waiting for quite a while, she said..."Hello".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it goes...I spoke every words as maximum as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now lemme reminiscing my beloved family through pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Lovely%20family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Lovely%20family.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mum, Me and Dad in our lovely house in Bandung. Location: near dining table. Taken with ma amateur camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Family%20Picture.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Family%20Picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mba anis, Me and Mas Eddit in Bandung. Location: garden. No Information who is taking the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-115842282783715375?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/115842282783715375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=115842282783715375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115842282783715375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115842282783715375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/09/ringring.html' title='Ring...Ring...'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-115841959845387642</id><published>2006-09-16T16:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:13:18.470+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me OWN Private Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Girl%20Window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Girl%20Window.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enak juga punya kamar yang meja belajarnya langsung berhadapan dengan kaca jendela yang maha besar. I could see anything from this chair. Yes, it's my own private place here in ma new house (tunggu ya...ntar pasti bakal posting cerita tentang pindahan rumah yang unforgettable ituh). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak tadi pagi bangun sambil ngerjain desertasi, dengerin i-Tunes, dari mulai playlist yang isinya cuma instrumen doang, sampe lagu2 jazz dan sekarang back to Mrs. Corinne (owh...pengen banget nonton konsernya di Southampton), tentunya sembari menikmati pemandangan di depan mata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucu deh, tadi ada 3 orang nenek2 berjalan bersama di pagi hari. Hihihihihi...terus, rumah sebrang kayaknya baru ada penghuni baru, ngeliat mereka datang nurun2in barang. Kayaknya new student gitu, dianterin sama orang tuanya. Lalu, tentunya bisa melihat apakah si yayang udah pulang kerja atau belum *grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuaca hari ini? Hek...jangan tanya, dingin buanget. Tapi males juga nyalain heater. Ntar pas winter malah jadi kebal ama heater. So, sekarang make pull over aja dan kaos kaki. Brrrrr...jari2 tangan sih hangat, ngetik terus sih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tak sabar rasanya pengen ngumpulin desertasi. Semakin mendekati chapter terakhir, semangat gregetan rasanya. Pengen banget deh nulis, rasanya udah lama banget gak nulis yang remeh temeh lalu di-publish. Aminnn...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah ah, posting lagi ah...dengan judul berbeda. Hihihihi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-115841959845387642?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/115841959845387642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=115841959845387642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115841959845387642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115841959845387642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-own-private-place.html' title='Me OWN Private Place'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-115695058378856069</id><published>2006-08-30T16:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:09:43.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berduka...</title><content type='html'>Sedih memang kalau ternyata gak bisa dateng ke acara yang udah dinanti-nantikan karena kondisi yang tidak memungkinkan (sakit dan desertasi belum kelar). Apalagi kalau persiapan acara ini udah lama, beli tiketnya udah dari bulan Mei tuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berikut iklan yang saya sebarkan sehubungan dengan ketidakbisaan saya menghadiri acara music festival ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/festival_header_whats_new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/festival_header_whats_new.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading - Carling Festival Ticket for SALE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For SALE!&lt;br /&gt;2 tickets for Carling Weekend: Reading Festival 2006 (Sunday ticket, 27 August 2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each ticket is 40pound only!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the chance for you to watch : PEARL JAM, PLACEBO, My Chemical Romance, Slayer, Bullet For My Valentine, Less Than Jake, Taking Back Sunday, Killswitch Engage, Story Of The Year, Mastodon and many more...in the beautiful city of Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about the music festival, you can open : http://www.carling.com/music/festival/carling_weekend/reading_festival.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested to buy the ticket, please contact:&lt;br /&gt;Nisa : 077xxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;Nino : 078xxxxxxxx &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, Reading Music Festival...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunggu saya tahun depan! Pasti saya datang!!! Saya pasti akan ada diantara kerumunan ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/festival_ad_looking_down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/festival_ad_looking_down.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan pasti deh, kalau tahun depan beli yang tiket 3 hari, biar bisa kemah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/festival_ad_nice_tents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/festival_ad_nice_tents.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hiks...rugi bandar pula, beli tiketnya 70pound tuh!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-115695058378856069?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/115695058378856069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=115695058378856069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115695058378856069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115695058378856069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/08/berduka.html' title='Berduka...'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-115386125017381917</id><published>2006-07-25T22:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:32:56.963+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ter-ABAI-kan</title><content type='html'>Diabaikan sebenarnya gak enak. Tapi mohon maaf nih untuk blog tercintaku, sang master lagi belum berminat untuk mengetik2 ngisi blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi lebih semangat untuk masak buat si mas tercinta, bobo siang dan bobo cepet di kala summer, lagi seneng sepedaan dengan sepeda barunya, lagi seneng kipas2 karena summer yang sangat panas, dan tentunya lagi seneng belanja karena summer sale, and last but not least mau gak mau lagi harus ngetik buat desertasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan aku mengabaikanmu..nanti deh...janjiku...janjiku...aku akan ngisi kamu begitu desertasi udah dikumpulin. Hehehehehe....janjiku bukan palsu!! Hahahahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-115386125017381917?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/115386125017381917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=115386125017381917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115386125017381917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115386125017381917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/07/ter-abai-kan.html' title='ter-ABAI-kan'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-115265805830515880</id><published>2006-07-12T05:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T05:47:38.316+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am home...baby..</title><content type='html'>Finally, today I am going back home to UK. A bit nervous, thrilled, anxious, u name it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually...I couldn't help but wonder to think more about the word "home". It's funny when I said to my mum, that I am going back home. And she replied by saying : "isn't this place a home for you?". It shocked me a bit, because suddenly I considered UK as my home. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is home exactly for you? Some place where you can meet your parents regularly? A place where your heart land? Or some place which you can spend your time with someone special? Or just to feel comfortable? I guessed everybody will have a different paradigm about the word "home". As for me, home is the place where I can be myself, I can acquired what I want and surrounded with true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I want to stress out is I am impatient to go to UK and meet with my bf. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on there baby, I am home...!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-115265805830515880?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/115265805830515880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=115265805830515880' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115265805830515880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/115265805830515880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-homebaby.html' title='I am home...baby..'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114880382335645229</id><published>2006-05-28T09:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T15:16:04.353+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Will b Boys</title><content type='html'>Kemarin di kala baru pulang habis berlatih badminton, mampir dulu ke flatnya Nino bersama2 dengan bapak koordinator tim badminton, Syahlan. Berharap si abang (Syahnan-kembarannya) udah masak sesuatu buat makan siang. Tapi ternyata, harapan kosong doang nih...karena emang gak ada apa2. Ya udah, akhirnya kita putuskan bikin ayam goreng dan kangkung belacan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oia, jam sudah menunjukkan pukul 1/2 3-an lebih. So, ini kondisinya emang laper beddd!! Mana habis olahraga pula, so...terbayangkanlah...Di tengah2 lagi mau nyiapin buat masak kangkung, baru sadar kalau di flatnya Nino bawang merah udah abish. Wah...panik!! Nanya2 ke Galuh, apakah di Asia Shop ato Asia Trader ada yang jual bawang merah, dan kata Galuh sih, sepertinya gak ada. Bawang merah cuma ada di ASDA. Wah...jauh amat ya kalau kudu ke ASDA dulu, udah keburu pingsan pengen makan nih! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya coba nelp TOKO (flat dimana Rendy dan Sumo berada, flat mereka berada di atas tempat dugem namanya TOKO, jadi bukan toko warung2 gitu yak! :p). Telp ke Sumo, gak diangkat2. Akhirnya telp ke Rendy. Berikut isi percakapannya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ica (I) : "Rendy, darlinggggg...ica nih...pa kabar?!"&lt;br /&gt;Rendy (R) : "Iya..aku tau. Kabar baek..."&lt;br /&gt;I : "Eh, emeng2 situ ada bawang merah gak?"&lt;br /&gt;R : *terdiam sekitar 2 detik* [gak berapa lama] *ketawa ngakak kenceng* "Ya elah..gue pikir apaaaa....gitu. Aduh ca...gak tau...Bentar yah..." [teriak suara jauh] "Sumooooooooo...kita punya bawang merah gak?!"&lt;br /&gt;Sumo (S) : "Wah...mana gue tau..bentuknya juga yang kayak gimana gue gak tau"&lt;br /&gt;I : *ngakak*&lt;br /&gt;R : "Aduh ca...gak tau, elu salah nelpon nih..."&lt;br /&gt;I ; "Bukan gitu...gue soalnya lagi di Bliss, dan kalau mau minta bawang merah, paling deket ke flat elu. Ah, masak elu kagak tau bentuknya bawang merah gimana. Coba dicek dulu gih..."&lt;br /&gt;R : "Aduh, gue beneran gak tau ca...red onion ya?!"&lt;br /&gt;I : "Bukan...kalau bawang merah bahasa Inggrisnya 'shallot', kalau 'red onion' mah beda lagi. Ejaannya S-H-A-L-L-O-T. Ada gak?!"&lt;br /&gt;R : "Bentar, gue cek dulu...eng, ini ada nih...GARLIC!"&lt;br /&gt;I : "Ye...bukan garlic, shallot. Kumaha ente teh...ada gak?!"&lt;br /&gt;R : "Eh, ini mah bawang putih ya. Eng, eh...ada deng, ada...2 biji. Tapi gue gak yakin nih, ini bawang merah ato bukan."&lt;br /&gt;I : "Elu gak buta warnakan Ren? Kalau bawang putih warnanya putih, kalau bawang merah warnanya merah...makanya dikasi nama putih, dan merah..."&lt;br /&gt;R : "Iya..iya..ini merah kok ca, tapi gue masi gak yakin."&lt;br /&gt;I : "Ya udah, kalau gitu gue utus..." *berbisik* ["Eh, syahnan, elu ke sana gak papa?!"] *ngomong suara normal lagi by phone* "Ok, gue utus Syahnan buat kesono"&lt;br /&gt;R : "Ah, mending elu aja! Buat ngecek ini beneran bawang merah ato bukan"&lt;br /&gt;I : "Udahhhh...Syahnan sering masak, dia tau kok bedanya bawang merah ama bawang putih."&lt;br /&gt;R : "Bukan gitu, gue bosen aja liat Syahnan. Kalau liat elukan gue jarang."&lt;br /&gt;I : *ketawa* "Duh, gue baru badminton nih, males jalan. Udah, Syahnan aja ya...thanx mate..!! Dah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANG UP D PHONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahnan berangkat ke Toko, tapi sebelumnya masi pake alasan : "Aduh, gue belum mandi nih..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ica + Syahlan : "Alah...ke TOKO deket ini, tinggal koproll juga nyampe, lagian gak ada yang notice elu belum mandi. Buruan gih!" = ini berhubung keduanya udah dalam kondisi perut super kosong..hihihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, berangkatlah utusan kita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak berapa lama, gue baru sadar kalau kita juga gak punya bawang putih. Jadi deh...buru2 nelp Rendy lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I : "Ren, Syahnan masi disitu?"&lt;br /&gt;R : "Ya..baruuuu..aja pergi."&lt;br /&gt;I : *lirik ke Syahlan* *ketawa* *bisik ke Syahlan* ["ya..katanya baru aja pergi"]&lt;br /&gt;R : "Emang napa?"&lt;br /&gt;I : "Engga..kita juga gak ada bawang putih. Ya udah deh, ntar kirim Syahnan lagi kesitu."&lt;br /&gt;R : "Eh, engga kok..becanda, Syahnan masi disini..."&lt;br /&gt;I : "Sialan!! Eh, minta bawang putih  ya..."&lt;br /&gt;Syahnan (Sy) : *dari jauh* "Caaa.....mereka gak ada bawang merah, ini yang mereka punya bawang putih!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I : "La...piye, jadi bukan bawang merah tuh?!"&lt;br /&gt;R : "Bukan kata Syahnan sih...katanya itu bawang putih."&lt;br /&gt;I : "Elu gimana sih, kan tadi udah gue bilang..bawang merah warnanya merah..."&lt;br /&gt;R : "Iya, tapi ini bawang putihnya warna merah gitu"&lt;br /&gt;I : *bingung* *nyoba ngebayangin* *akhirnya ngerti maksudnya Rendy* "Ok, ya udah, minta bawang putihnya deh kalau gitu. Maaf ya ngerepotin. Hehehehehe..."&lt;br /&gt;R : "Gak papa, duh..maaf yak!! Salah kaprah."&lt;br /&gt;I : "No probs! Udah..itu utusan kanjeng prabu suruh pulang cepetan ke Bliss"&lt;br /&gt;R : "Sip."&lt;br /&gt;I : "Yu..dah Rendy"&lt;br /&gt;R : "Dah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANG UP D PHONE AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I : "Wah...apa minta tolong Nino aja pulang kerja mampir ke ASDA buat beli bawang merah dan bawang putih juga?!"&lt;br /&gt;Syahlan (S) : "Iya, sms aja."&lt;br /&gt;I : "Ya udah..." *sms ke Nino* "Wah...emang rejekinya si Nino nih, makan kangkung belacan bareng ama kita. Jadi kita makan ama ayam goreng aja kali ya..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, kita akhirnya makan pake ayam goreng dan sop wortel &lt;br /&gt;Karena setengah ayamnya langsung dibalur tepung KOBE dan digoreng. Setengah ayamnya yang lain direbus pake irisan bawang putih, lalu dibalur pake merica dan bubuk cabe ama tepung KOBE dan digoreng. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kronologis bisa muncul sop wortel : hasil rebusan ayam2 itu ada kaldunya, dan aku sendiri ngerasa sayang kalau kaldunya dibuang. Akhirnya cek2 kulkas, ada wortel 3 biji, so...dipotong2lah, buat jadi sop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelajaran hari ini : Boys will b boys...walau gue berasumsi mereka tau bawang merah secara mereka2 sering masak. Tapi ternyata salah...hihihihi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114880382335645229?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114880382335645229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114880382335645229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114880382335645229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114880382335645229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/05/boys-will-b-boys.html' title='Boys Will b Boys'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114858894316835715</id><published>2006-05-25T21:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T03:29:29.293+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kejar Jakarta...[aku datang Jakarta...27 hari lagi]</title><content type='html'>Ah...gak kerasa, kalau ternyata kemaren lusa itu adalah hari nonton sedunia, hatrick man...nonton film terus. Bukannya belajar...hahahahahaha...Yang pertama benernya adalah nonton "Kejar Jakarta" [start 8 a.m] yang diikuti "Hard Candy" [6.30 p.m] dan terakhir "Gie" [around 10.00 p.m], tapi untuk yang terakhir benernya udah pernah nonton, jadi cuma ngikut nonton bentar, setengah jam doang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu nonton Gie di acara 1st London Indonesian Film Screening alias LIFS beberapa bulan yang lalu. Bertemu langsung dengan Mas Nicolas, Mba Mira Lesmana dan Mas Riri Riza lalu berdiskusi bersama2 di gedung SOAS, London. Dapet foto bareng ama Nico dan Mba Mira. Terus...Kevin [bos gue di departemen SBO] berinisiatif untuk minta tanda tangan Nico, Mba Mira dan Mas Riri di DVD Gie yang gue beli. Makasih ya Kev!! Ur d best deh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah..jadi ngelantur..benernyakan mau membahas Kejar Jakarta. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Kejar%20Jakarta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Kejar%20Jakarta.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dilihat dari posternya, tampak lucu...apalagi para pemerannya adalah geng P-Project. Hem...melepas rasa rindu akan kekocakan khas mereka nih!!! Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benernya, kalau dilihat dari mata perantau seperti saya, nonton film ini bener2 pelepas dahaga akan tanah air, dan guyon2 khas Indonesia atau kadang khas Bandung. Duh, bener2 deh...ngangenin...Kalau secara cerita sih, ya...gitu deh, kalau mau ditelaah emang banyak scene yang bolong dan kontinuitas scriptnya ke-cut, tapi ya..namanya juga komedi, apa aja mungkin, toh bukan documentary. Komedi tea atuh...yang pentingkan lucu-nya. Ya gak?! Ada adegan waktu penyerahan sandera dan duit berlangsung, ada yang ganjal. But overall, saya suka film ini. Apalagi kalau nontonnya rame2 dengan anak2 Indonesia lainnya (seperti saya waktu itu!!), jadi ketawanya makin nular deh satu sama lain. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, buat Anda2 yang memang kangen ama aksinya P-Project, tonton deh film ini. Saya termasuk orang yang kalau liat muka Daan aja udah ketawa (walau dia gak ngapa2in), jadi ya...lucu aja. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bentar lagi nyampe Indo...bakal berburu film2 Indo ahhhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poster diambil dari www.21cineplex.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114858894316835715?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114858894316835715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114858894316835715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114858894316835715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114858894316835715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/05/kejar-jakartaaku-datang-jakarta27-hari.html' title='Kejar Jakarta...[aku datang Jakarta...27 hari lagi]'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114841687203058166</id><published>2006-05-23T21:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T03:09:16.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Preview</title><content type='html'>Today I watched (see d poster!) at Odeon. FREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/hard_candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/hard_candy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not trully free, but both of us (me n him) should pay 20pence to buy The Times newspaper. So...in my beloved campus, they offered us a free preview, as long as u are available to give 2 pieces of The Times newspaper headline. Yesterday, we bought the newspaper, and this morning we tried to go very early to campus (arrived at 11.30? Yea...rite...early..:p) to avoid not getting the free ticket. But it turned out that they still have d ticket. Yihi..!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its preview, we could sit on any seats (here in UK, there are 2 kind of seats. The blue one is standard, and d red one is premium - which way...more comfy - although it's not as comfy like d standard cinema seats in Indo. Man...i love indo...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie...very interesting. Intrigue me quite a lot and full with an undetectable twist. I like the girl's character, which is unique and easily catchin' ur eyes since d first appereance. However, there is something missing in d movie, but I dunno what. Silly, eh?! Hehehehe...d end of d movie, hem...I was not expecting it to be like dat, but its fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big question is: who the hell is Hayley? (em...am I spelling d girl's name rite?) Why is she doing those things to Jeff?! &lt;br /&gt;I know I am not those supercomplicated-analysing audience like other people do, but...I just couldn't help but wonder. This thriller movie really catch both of us and I guess d rest of the audience. I can still hear the guys behind me squeaked when the terrifying circumcise on d screen (well, actually the girl was trying to do an operation of cutting both Jeff's balls - excuse ma language. Hahahaha...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i like d poster, and once again...it's free!! Hurray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who loved thriller which full of tense scenes and double personality, u might be embedded with this one. Oh yes, i love the scene when the annoying neighbour came and asked about baby sitter. I really want to kill dat woman!! Hahahaha...Ganggu aja sih!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy watching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poster is taken from www.imparwards.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114841687203058166?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114841687203058166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114841687203058166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114841687203058166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114841687203058166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/05/free-preview.html' title='Free Preview'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114799652010744584</id><published>2006-05-19T01:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T06:55:20.120+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey You! Wheater Man/Woman</title><content type='html'>Satu ciri khas dari British island ini adalah...tidak lain dan tidak bukan cuacanya yang unpredictable dan juga buruk, just like 2day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buset dah...itu angin kenceng bener yak!! Lagi belajar di perpus, kedengeran banget suara angin di jendela yang asli berisik banget. Begitu keluar perpus (jam 10 malem, hehehe..) ternyata bener...anginnya mak! Aduhai! Sampe kudu megangin topi dan berjalan sekuat tenaga melawan si angin, untung kagak ujan. Wah, kalau ujan udah kagak tau tuh...payung gue pasti bakal rusak deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, saking kuatnya tu angin, pembatas jalan kuning2 oranye di jalan Lansdowne (lg ada perbaikan jalan) ampe jatoh!! Dan bis yang baru aja gue naikin dengan suksesnya melibas tu pembatas. Alhamdulillah banget, begitu udah nyampe kamar, baru deh...ujannya turun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barusan liat laporan cuaca, sampe hari Selasa bakal ujan terus. Huhuhu...sial..!! Katanya summer?! Pembohong..!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oia, satu hal yang penting kalau ada di UK adalah nonton laporan cuaca. Dulu mah kalau di Indo boro2 diperhatiin, toh cuaca di Indo juga gitu2 aja. 6 bulan ujan, 6 bulan kering (walau akhir2 ini lagi agak2 berubah). Yah...kalaupun ujan juga anginnya gak sedashyat disini, so...payung masi sangat berguna dan gak akan rusak (makanya banyak yang kerjanya ngojek payung. :p). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah juga dulu ama Nina lagi jalan kaki di Bournemouth, asli anginnya udah kayak puting beliung. Super kencang tenaga turbo!! Ketawa2 mulu gitu ama Nina. Dan jadi inget jaman winter, udah udaranya dingin, anginnya juga jahat. Kalau udah kayak gini, jadi cinta ama cuaca Indonesia. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah ah..mau balik lagi meneruskan membaca global advertising dan selling television. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114799652010744584?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114799652010744584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114799652010744584' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114799652010744584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114799652010744584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-you-wheater-manwoman.html' title='Hey You! Wheater Man/Woman'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114797489247111042</id><published>2006-05-18T19:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T00:56:22.393+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Sleeping. Not Me...</title><content type='html'>Kemaren malam, dikala lagi belajar, si doi nelpon, ngakunya gak bisa tidur. Katanya sih lagi sakit...tapi mungkin juga penyebabnya karena kangen sama saya dan gak bisa ketemu. Hahahahahaha...maklum, kalau lagi ngerjain assignment saya bawaannya mengerem diri di kamar, perpus, pokoknya tempat2 yang gak berisik deh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ini postingan buat menghibur diri aja sih. Hihihi...berasumsi kalau si doi memikirkan saya terus...just like Corinne Bailey Rae's song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble Sleeping &lt;br /&gt;Artist: Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;br /&gt;Album: Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;br /&gt;Year: 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late and I'm feeling so tired &lt;br /&gt;Having trouble sleeping &lt;br /&gt;This constant compromise &lt;br /&gt;Between thinking and breathing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be I'm suffering &lt;br /&gt;Because I'll never give in &lt;br /&gt;Won't say that I'm falling in love &lt;br /&gt;Tell me I don't see myself &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't I blame something else &lt;br /&gt;Don't say I'm falling in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of therapy &lt;br /&gt;Is all I need &lt;br /&gt;Please believe me &lt;br /&gt;Some instant remedy &lt;br /&gt;That can cure me completely &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be I'm suffering &lt;br /&gt;Because I'll never give in &lt;br /&gt;Won't say that I'm falling in love &lt;br /&gt;Tell me I don't see myself &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't I blame something else &lt;br /&gt;Don't say I'm falling in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been there before &lt;br /&gt;It's not enough &lt;br /&gt;So nobody say it &lt;br /&gt;Don't even say it &lt;br /&gt;I got my eyes shut &lt;br /&gt;Whoah, no &lt;br /&gt;Whoah, no, no, no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be I'm suffering &lt;br /&gt;Because I'll never give in &lt;br /&gt;Won't say that I'm falling in love &lt;br /&gt;Tell me I don't see myself &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't I blame something else &lt;br /&gt;Don't say I'm falling in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that I'm falling in love &lt;br /&gt;Don't say that I'm falling in love &lt;br /&gt;Don't say that I'm falling in love &lt;br /&gt;Don't say that I'm falling in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Darling, didoain bisa tidur nyenyak deh malam ini. Just like this ol' man]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Sleeping.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|www.terragalleria.com|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114797489247111042?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114797489247111042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114797489247111042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114797489247111042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114797489247111042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/05/trouble-sleeping-not-me.html' title='Trouble Sleeping. Not Me...'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114786692752869223</id><published>2006-05-17T13:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:55:27.543+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Been So HAPPY in My Life</title><content type='html'>Senyum2 terus seharian...hohohohoho..senangnya..senangnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi baru cek imel kampus, dan ada imel dari programme leader jurusan aku - David Hoyle - yang menyatakan kalau kita semua dapet extension untuk ngumpulin proposal desertasi. Kudunya dikumpulin Jumat, 19 Mei, tapi akhirnya diundur jadi 22 Mei. Alhamdulillah....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benernya sih ni proposal udah 80% kelar sampe detik ini. Tapi kok ya aneh, masa gak ada konsultasi ama supervisor dulu. So, kronologisnya adalah...tanggal 21 April 2006 kita ngumpulin form desertasi, harusnya seminggu/2 minggu sesudah itu, kita dibagiin supervisor. Tapi akhirnya baru tahu siapa supervisor aku tanggal 10 Mei, which is udah telat banget gitu. Eh, giliran gue kontak si Nyonya Elsbeth Caswell by imel untuk ketemuan, gak dibales. Helen (temen sekelas yang kebagian supervisor yang sama) akhirnya pada hari Kamis, 11 Mei langsung ke kampus dan mencari tahu. Ternyata si bu dosen lagi berlibur dan baru pulang tanggal 16 Mei. Halah..halah...berabe nih..!! Masa 3 hari menjelang dikumpulin baru bisa konsultasi, la piye?! Kalau selama ini yang gue kerjain salah gimana?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emang saya Ken Dedes apa ya? Bisa minta bantuan jin buat nyelesain proposal dalam waktu satu malam?! Udah gila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata, masalah yang sama juga dihadapi ama Akul (u remember him, aight?!). Akhirnya, gue diskusi ma Akul dan minta ke David apakah bisa minta extension karena situasi yang ada. Dan ternyata...hari ini dapet jawabannya, dan BISA!! Yuhu...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanx for d understanding, David. U r d best! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi..mari kita menyelami dunia literature review kembali...hem..hem..globalisation and culture, television culture, cultural imperialism, british television, british sitcoms, Indonesian market, marketing strategy, hem..hem...dududum..dudum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tos! Hem..neven been so happy and relieved like today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Rilex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Rilex.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Courtesy of www.fotosearch.com]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114786692752869223?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114786692752869223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114786692752869223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114786692752869223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114786692752869223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/05/never-been-so-happy-in-my-life.html' title='Never Been So HAPPY in My Life'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114782199938643345</id><published>2006-05-17T00:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T06:26:39.403+07:00</updated><title type='text'>RaZoRblade</title><content type='html'>Lagi dengerin i-Tunes sambil ngerjain proposal desertasi. Eh, tiba2 ada lagu ini...udah lama banget gak dengerin, dan inget banget waktu itu gue girang banget dengerin lagu ini. Enak soalnya...dan diperkenalkan pertama kali oleh si doi. Gitarnya memang bener2 catchy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razorblade&lt;br /&gt;By The Strokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razor blade, that's what I call love,&lt;br /&gt;I bet you pick it up and mess around with it&lt;br /&gt;If I put it down&lt;br /&gt;It gets extremely complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Anything to forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to take me out,&lt;br /&gt;At least once a week&lt;br /&gt;Whether I'm in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Or I'm at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;You won't say it now&lt;br /&gt;But in your heart it's love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, my feelings are more important than yours.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, drop dead, I don't care, I won't worry.&lt;br /&gt;Let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the razor blade,&lt;br /&gt;Wish it would snap this rope&lt;br /&gt;The world is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Or it's at your throat&lt;br /&gt;At times it's not that complicated&lt;br /&gt;Anything to forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would never talk,&lt;br /&gt;But he was not shy&lt;br /&gt;She was a street-smart girl,&lt;br /&gt;But she could not lie&lt;br /&gt;They were perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;Say it now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in your heart it's love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, my feelings are more important than yours&lt;br /&gt;Oh, drop dead, I don't care, I won't worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart, your feelings are more important of course&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that wanted&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we would take from them&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114782199938643345?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114782199938643345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114782199938643345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114782199938643345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114782199938643345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/05/razorblade.html' title='RaZoRblade'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114779753893955371</id><published>2006-05-16T17:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:38:58.956+07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Fire!!!</title><content type='html'>I m on fire, very keen, to do my proposal dissertation now. However, time is not my precious friend now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days left to finish it and I really want to finish it tomorrow, so I can consult and discuss my proposal with my supervisor before I submit it to the assignment room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please..my tiny brain, be smart and act fast in reading all these English academic books and e-journals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Flip Flop ah....* (tapi ama siapa?! :p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114779753893955371?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114779753893955371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114779753893955371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114779753893955371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114779753893955371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-fire.html' title='On Fire!!!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114739687323063934</id><published>2006-05-12T02:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:23:55.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come here...u Food!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Makan%20table.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/Makan%20table.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List makanan dan minuman yang akan di-hunting begitu nyampe di Indo :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Makan Sushi Tei !!! Hidup Sushi Tei...&lt;br /&gt;2. Sate...u name it, sate ayam, sapi, kambing, padang...whatever!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Baso tahu or batagor kingsley dan deket simpang lima&lt;br /&gt;4. Sop buntut BTC&lt;br /&gt;5. Ayam goreng Merry depan Sky&lt;br /&gt;6. Bawal bakar depan Sky juga... :p&lt;br /&gt;7. Gorengan Cendana!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. Gado2 Teuku Umar&lt;br /&gt;9. Lumpia basah depan Unpar&lt;br /&gt;10. Warjep!! Warjep!!&lt;br /&gt;11. Pecel Lele deket rumah&lt;br /&gt;12. Ayam Peyet deket tempat nyewa komik&lt;br /&gt;13. Lotek di deket kantor Fremantle&lt;br /&gt;14. Paket nasinya Mc.D (tiada duanya...!!) dan kentang gorengnya&lt;br /&gt;15. Bakso malanggggggg...deket masjid Istiqamah&lt;br /&gt;16. Kok lupa namanya? Nasi yang dibungkus ama daun pisang, terus..ada ayam gorengnya, ada tempe bacemnya...ada ikan asinnya. Hu-uh...kok lupa namanyaaaaaa....!! &lt;br /&gt;17. Duh...kok sekarang jadi ngiler?!&lt;br /&gt;18. Sekoteng di tempat mie jawa&lt;br /&gt;19. Nasi gorenggggggggg-nya mang2 pinggir jalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Bubur%20ayam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/Bubur%20ayam.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;20. Bubur ayam di dago atas&lt;br /&gt;21. Kupat tahu si emang2 gerobak pink&lt;br /&gt;22. Otak2 di Es Teler 77&lt;br /&gt;23. Cakue dari Haus Tea&lt;br /&gt;24. Sop kaki deket Sheraton&lt;br /&gt;25. Steak dan salad di Suis Butcher&lt;br /&gt;26. Perkedel Bondon&lt;br /&gt;27. Cemar...sekali lagi..cemar!!!&lt;br /&gt;28. Nasi gila...uhuiii...&lt;br /&gt;29. Nyobain ke warung Baba, tempat ngumpul anak2 X Fremantle&lt;br /&gt;30. Nasi jambal warung Cirebon daerah Otto Iskandardinata&lt;br /&gt;31. Warung Mak Uneh&lt;br /&gt;32. Warung Ampera dengan lidahnya yang yummy dan empalnya yang nyammm...&lt;br /&gt;33. Steak murah yang di deket Sky. Kok lupa ya nama restorannya?!&lt;br /&gt;34. Mie Akung. Nyuaemmm...&lt;br /&gt;35. Duh...kok masih banyak yah...hehehehehe...oia, mau mie kocok yang deket GOR Saparua&lt;br /&gt;36. Serabi NHI dong...&lt;br /&gt;37. Cumi lada hitamnya Kartika Sari dago&lt;br /&gt;38. Brownies, molen, roti2an-nya Prima Rasa&lt;br /&gt;39. Semua roti produk Holland Bakery!! Hihihi...&lt;br /&gt;40. Roti tawar bikinan tempat catering deket rumah&lt;br /&gt;41. Ayam bakar depan RCTI&lt;br /&gt;42. Es duren ketan hitam&lt;br /&gt;43. Kue Ape daerah pasar baru&lt;br /&gt;44. Es campur...!!!&lt;br /&gt;45. Pisang bakar ama roti bakar Dwilingga&lt;br /&gt;46. Teh botol Sosro&lt;br /&gt;47. Udang rebus dicocol pake sambel&lt;br /&gt;48. Kerang Indo...dan segala seafood lainnya&lt;br /&gt;49. Tongseng&lt;br /&gt;50. Es kelapa muda bo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisa daftarnya menyusul deh..menyusul...hahahaha..masi kudu ngerjain proposal desertasi nih...kok yang ada jadi malah mikir makanan ya? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...betapa rindunya makanan Indonesia pinggir jalan yang sudah terkontaminasi polusi dan berlokasi deket got... alias AMIGOS (agak minggir got sedikit) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorengan yang minyak gorengnya udah berwarna cokelat berkolesterol tinggi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanan yang dipegang2 pake tangan ama emang2 ato mbok2nya dalam proses pembikinannya, padahal tangan mereka habis megang uang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangkuk bekas yang cuma direndem dalam ember plastik hitam, dan disabun pake plastik campur jeruk nipis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rindu ama kobokan sebelum makan dan makan pake tangan di berbagai macam tempat umum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient, ma love...big mama will come to rescue all of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Makan%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Makan%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Pictures taken from : members.virtualtourist.com | wagamama.com }&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114739687323063934?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114739687323063934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114739687323063934' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114739687323063934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114739687323063934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/05/come-hereu-food.html' title='Come here...u Food!!!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114717935032037067</id><published>2006-05-09T14:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:55:55.440+07:00</updated><title type='text'>NostaL-GiLa</title><content type='html'>Jumat (05/05/06). Menu of d day : having fun w/ ma boyfriend (secara dia dapet day-off dari kerjanya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punya ide untuk pergi ke Boscombe buat beli bakso dan ke Sainsburry, habis suka ada penawaran King Prawns beli satu gratis satu. Hihihi...tapi tak tahunya sang pacar juga punya ide untuk pergi ke sana, so...gayung bersambutlah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berangkatnya emang telat sih, sekitar jam 1/2 5-an, tapi berhubung ini udah (ato mau) Summer, matahari terbenam jam 1/2 9 malam ini...so...jalan2 pun masih terang suasananya. Naik bis ke sono, terus langsung ngacir ke toko Wang Hei, toko Cina mahal...!! Huh!! Rencana cuma beli bakso doang, akhirnya berkembang jadi beli macem2, dan alamak...mahal beeng ya total semuanya. Bangkrut dalam sekejap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanjut ke Cash Generator, toko sukaannya Nino nih...tu anak emang demen masuk ke toko2 yang jual barang aneh2. Eh, baru inget, awalnya kita mau ke toko yang jualan baju2 Hardcore gitu deh...musik sukaan Nino yang kuenceng2 *sigh*, tapi gak taunya tuh toko udah bangkrut, udah gak ada lagi. Ya udah deh...kita melangkahkan kaki ke Cash Generator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disana, dgn suksesnya kita dapet sepeda warna biru. Lucu deh, tadi maunya beli yang ada boncengannya, biar bisa kita pake. Tapi mahal bener yak!! 70 pound bo'...!! So, beli yang single aja. Nino minta ke penjaga tokonya untuk bisa nyoba sepedanya ato engga, dan...si bapa2 itu nanya : "do u want to try it here or outside?!". Nah, secara tempat sepeda itu beradanya di basement (tokonya 2 lantai), dan tampak repot kalau mau menggotong tu sepeda ampe luar, akhirnya diputuskan untuk nyoba tu sepeda di dalam toko aja. Keliling2 di ruangan yang gak seberapa, dan belum juga dapet 1 keliling, we agreed to buy it. Penjaga tokonya ampe heran dan bilang : "wow...that's fast". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayar..bayar..terus Nino buru2 ke Wilko beli rantai pengaman sepeda, dan gue ke Sainsburry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu mejeng2lah kita berdua, puter2 percobaan make tu sepeda. Buset dah, udah hampir 10 tahun lebih gue gak naik sepeda lagi, dan ketika nyoba, awal2 agak kagok. Tapi lama2...lancar...bush..bush...!! Anyway, berikut hasil mejeng2nya. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/IMG_0039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asli silau bgt deh mataharinya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/IMG_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/IMG_0040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu diajak Nino menyusuri daerah Marine Road ke arah Pier-nya Boscombe, yang notabene gue belum pernah lewatin daerah ini. Dan otw ke Pier, asli itu daerah sekitarnya enak banget, banyak flat2 atau bungalow2 baru dibangun buat turis. Gue yakin banget kalau summer nanti pasti penuh ama turis2 deh. Both of us were amazed by the view...Sempet ditinggalin ama Nino bentar karena jalananannya turunan, dan dia pengen nyobain pake sepeda barunya. So...selama 15 menit gue jalan sendirian. Tapi akhirnya ketemu ama dia di deket lampu merah gitu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took this pic while he was on the bicycle and I carried his bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Menuruni%20Marine%20Road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Menuruni%20Marine%20Road.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's me...strolled down the Marine Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he called me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ini, gantian Nino yang nurunin jalanan, pake sepeda...enak bgt kayaknya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/IMG_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/IMG_0049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, kalau foto yang ini...dia suka..tapi katanya...sayang banget ada barang belanjaan di stang sepedanya. Jadi ngurangin pemandangan deh...:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/IMG_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/IMG_0050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda lost somewhere along the junction...hehehe...terpana ama pemandangan depan mata bo'..lautnya biru banget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/IMG_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/IMG_0051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/IMG_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/IMG_0059.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu ini....kita lagi otw untuk sampe di Cliff-nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/IMG_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/IMG_0057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampe di atas, rehat2 dulu deh...dan lucu deh...Nino menemukan segerombolan semut rang2. Gila, dah lamaaaaaaaaa...bgt gak liat semut. Hahahaha...satu hal yang memang gak ada di UK selama tinggal di rumah adalah semut dan nyamuk. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minum2 dulu, dan nyemil2 crackers, sembari liat2 pemandangan kanan kiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/IMG_0061.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/IMG_0061.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I'm about to put the camera on d fence to take our picture together by made it automatic, an old man came next to me and offered his help to take the pic for us. Yihi..!! Hem, kocaknya...dia ngeker-nya sampe nempelin matanya ke kamera, padahal itu kamera digital lho...bisa tinggal liat di LCD-nya. Hehehe...however, the pics that being taken by him was fabulous. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/IMG_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/IMG_0062.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last picture that I took before the battery off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/IMG_0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/IMG_0065.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neat, huh?! Birunya langit, birunya laut...dan bersihnya udara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu...kita nurunin Cliff, dan gue ngebut pake sepeda sepanjang pinggir pantai, gantian ama Nino...dan dia ngilang asli lama banget...ternyata begitu balik lagi, udah gak bawa barang belanjaan kita. Eh...gak taunya dititipin ke anak2 yang udah nunggu di Pier Bournemouth. Makan waktu sekitar setengah jam lebih, ato hampir sejam ya dengan jalan kaki dari pantai Pier Boscombe ke Pier Bournemouth. Lalu...gantian lagi...gue yang make sepeda ampe ketemu Syahlan dan Sumo di Pier Bournemouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nongkrong2 bentar, then...balik ke BlisS rame2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malemnya...makan tempe goreng tepung, lumpia, sisa sop tadi siang dan udang tempura. Rame2 ama si kembar dan Nino dong...Terus...malem2, kedatangan Nina, Ari dan Kosa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita maen monopoli..!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha...buset...dah lama banget gak maen ini. Mulai maen jam 10 malem kalo gak salah, terus...ampe jam 1/2 2 pagi belum ada yang kalah2 juga. Akhirnya secara si tuan rumah udah ngantuk, bubar deh...itung2 duit...Nino yang menang. Itu gara2 dia punya 3 rumah di Strand. Belum lagi si Kosa juga punya 3 rumah di Leicester Square. Dan daerah Strand serta Leicester itu deketan, jadinya....segala doa dan jompa jampi keluar deh...tiap lewat daerah itu.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itung2..itung...yang paling melarat adalah Syahnan. Hehehehe..oia, sepanjang maen, belum mulai aja udah ribut dan ribet. Menentukan siapa yang mulai duluan, terus diputuskan dari gede2an dadu. Dan kudu pindah2 tempat duduk juga. Lalu...Kosa dan Ari menjabat juga sebagai bank, walau gak berapa lama, Sumo juga dateng...dan kita tawarin jadi bank. Tapi dia payah gitu...malah ngasi2 duit gak jelas, hauhahahahaha....sayang dia kudu cabut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, seharian itu bener2 nostalgia...mulai dari naik sepeda di pantai, lalu maen monopoli ber-7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rame2 pada nginep, karena besoknya kita berencana hiking ke Hengistbury Head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day...good day...sampe melupakan proposal desertasi. Hehehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114717935032037067?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114717935032037067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114717935032037067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114717935032037067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114717935032037067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/05/nostal-gila.html' title='NostaL-GiLa'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114701529982104438</id><published>2006-05-07T16:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:26:28.386+07:00</updated><title type='text'>May I Go To The Loo?</title><content type='html'>One thing that I like about UK is their term for "kamar kecil". I don't  know for sure whether in USA they r using the same term or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken from a very famous ice cream homemade cafe in Oxford named "G &amp; D" (I reckoned its Gerry n David). Quite an antique toilet they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow...this is the term that they usually used for WC/toilet/ladies room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC05641.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/DSC05641.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114701529982104438?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114701529982104438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114701529982104438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114701529982104438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114701529982104438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-i-go-to-loo.html' title='May I Go To The Loo?'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114617555972654908</id><published>2006-05-04T13:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:55:16.793+07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fine Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just like a song called "One Fine Day" yang dinyanyiin ama Natalie Merchant. Walau lirik lagunya gak berhubungan, tapi di hari jalan2 ke London ini beberapa waktu yang lalu (dah lama) ...bener2 merasa seperti hari yang tenang dan membahagiakan. Hehehehe...Bermula dari si Nino yang mau nonton konser band Lagwagon (not ma cup of tea deh..!!), dan saya hanya mau nemenin aja ke London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, berangkatlah kita pagi2...nyampe London jalan2 aja...keliling, terus makan di Wagamama | positive eating+positive living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Wagamama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Wagamama.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ada kejadian lucu disini. Jadi Nino promosi kalau tempat makan ini enak banget...dan anak2 Bournemouth juga suka ama restoran ini (gue juga inget kalau Deniz jg suka, waktu kita jalan2 ke Brighton kita sempet mau makan disini juga tapi tokonya lagi tutup). Nino bilang, di Wagamama ini terkenal ama mie-nya. So, gue pikir gue harus pesen itu. Then Nino ke WC dan gue liat2 menu, menelusuri tiap huruf dan penawaran. Lalu mata gue tertahan di tulisan yang menjelaskan tentang jenis2 kuah untuk mie di Wagamama. Jadi 2 buah kuah, satu kuah original dan satu kuah vegetarian. Waktu gue baca tulisan tentang kuah original, ternyata mengandung kaldu daging sapi dan kaldu babi!!. Walah..walah...So, begitu Nino dah kelar dari WC, gue langsung bilang kalau kuah yang mereka pake mengandung babi. Dan kita akhirnya minta ma pelayannya apakah bisa dibikin jadi kaldu daging sapi aja. Well, ternyata gak bisa. Ya udah deh, kita putuskan untuk milih kuah veggie aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pilih | Wagamama Ramen |&lt;br /&gt;Nino pilih ... gue lupa | Chilli beef/chicken ramen? |&lt;br /&gt;Dengan menu tambahan | Duck Gyoza |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis itu, Nino langsung bilang : "wah...pantesan aja selama ini kita nikmat banget kalau makan wagamama. Terus nagih gitu, dan gurih deh say...ternyata mengandung babi. Hehehehe...musti bilangin ke anak2 nih...". Yah, memang asumsinya, makanan yang kalau rasanya wuenak bangetttt...pasti mengandung babi. :p Seperti yang katanya Hanamasa ada unsur babi juga. Enak-kan?!. Hahahaha...mengeneralisir gini gue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanan datang!! Dan memang mengundang selera. Waktu dirasa...hemmm...yummy....enakkkk!!! Tapi kalau kata pacar sih, kuah yang original itu rasanya memang nendang abish dibanding kuah veggie yang kita rasain sekarang. Weh, menurut gue sih...,kuah yang gue rasa juga dah enak banget kok. :) And I'm really satisfied with it. Cuma, untuk Duck Gyoza-nya kurang nendang nih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis makan...masih jalan2 lagi...gue sendiri lupa kita jalan2 ke mana, yang gue inget adalah kita Leicester Square. Dan waktu itu emang film King Kong baru keluar. So...foto2lah kita di depan papan King Kong besar. Nih, orang udik dari kampung maen ke kota hasilnya ya kayak gini...:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC05847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC05847.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, di sepanjang jalan Leicester Square itu, seperti Wall of Fame-nya Hollywood. So...lanjut deh..foto2 kita..mumpung cuaca cerah dan lagi banyak turis yang juga melakukan hal yang sama seperti kita. Jadi malunya ditanggung bersama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC05850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC05850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehehehe...Ini fotonya sambil jongkok gitu dehhhh....dan memang Sir Sean Connery salah satu aktor yang saya suka, favorit engga...tapi suka aja...makin tua makin cakep sih!! *genit* :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC05852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC05852.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...kalau udah di tanah Inggris gak foto namanya Hugh Grant kayak ada yang kurang. Hehehe...walau si doi sebel banget ama Hugh Grant. MaaB yak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, bentar...kayaknya waktu itu kita juga jalan2 ke Camden Town deh...kalau gak salah yah...secara konser Nino baru mulai jam 7 malam, dan kita kelar makan siang dan foto2 di Leicester Square sekitar jam 2 siang. Ok..anggap aja kita jalan2 ke Camden. Itu masih di London tapi udah di Zona 2 kalau gak salah. Tempatnya asik deh...open market dan unik. Banyak orang2 berpakaian aneh2, a la hippies dan gothic2 gitu dengan rambut yang super aneh dan gimbal2. Kalau kata Nino sih, ini emang tempat nongkrong anak2 muda yang nyeleneh2 dan tempat jualan toko barang2 aneh dan bisa ditawar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita masuk ke gallery gitu, yang isinya ternyata lagi pameran foto2 dari majalah Playboy. It was f***ing awesome, man!! Ada satu dinding besar penuh sama cover foto majalah Playboy dari taon jebot ampe yang baru. Pengennya sih bisa foto2 disitu, tapi sayangnya ada tulisan gak boleh take any pictures. Hu-uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, jalan2 di toko2nya berasa kayak di Cimol ato Mangga dua. Sepanjang jalan sih merasa ada bau2 khas gitu, kalau kata pacar di Camden banyak orang ngisep ganja. Hahahahaha...seru juga. Hasil jalan2 di Camden gue beli dress warna ijo gitu dan tas ijo army (patungan belinya). Ada cerita unik di balik tas ijo army ini. Jadi...di Camden itu kebanyakan toko2 nerima duit cash. Sedangkan duit gue dan Nino dah kepake buat beli dress ijo yang gue taksir ituh. Dan gue pikir, pasti bisa deh pake credit card ato debit. Tapi ternyata engga. Hihihi...dan harga tasnya itu £5. Alhasil, gue dan Nino ngeluarin receh yang ada...dan terkumpullah itu duit gabungan antara 1pound, dan 50 - 20 - 10 sampe 5 pence segala. Lucunya, duit koinnya ada yang sempet jatuh dan menggelinding. Gue panik dong!! Secara kita udah gak ada duit lagi...untung pacar dengan sigap langsung mengambil tu coin. It was really hillarious scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan waktu kita bayar, kita bilang ama penjaga tokonya kalau kita mau bayarnya pake koin, and he said ok. But he was x-tremely shocked waktu kita ngeluarin receh yang segambreng2 itu. Hehehehe...dia langsung bilang : "aduh...saya males ngitungnya, gimana kalau kalian aja yang ngitungin di depan mata saya". Untung orangnya baik dan sabar. So, transaksi sukses dilakukan, dan kita juga dengan suksesnya bangkrut dan kere gak punya cash. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keluar dari Camden, kita langsung buru2 ke ATM dan janjian ketemu ama Diana. Dinner di C&amp;R (kalau kata Diana sih, anak2 Indo sering bilangnya Cek n Ricek). Ini restoran jualin masakan S'pore &amp;amp; Malay. Ada es cendol lho!! Ama kangkung, nasi lemak, dll. Hem..yummy!! Kelar makan, Diana cabut pulang, Nino pergi ke tempat konser, dan saya....gantung...Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, diputuskan untuk nonton bioskop aja di Leicester Square untuk nonton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Narnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Narnia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ini nonton bioskop termahal gue sepanjang sejarah. Bayangkan, kudu bayar £11.50 which equals to IDR 207.000. Set dah!!! Tapi emang bioskopnya gede abish, dan monitornya gigantic pisannnn...di langit2 juga ada kerlap kerlip bintang gitu deh..Sepertinya khusus buat Narnia. Filmnya...ok, gue sih suka. Hehehe..karena dasarnya saya penghayal, senengnya yang fiksi2 dan dunia antah berantah. Bagus deh..buat film anak2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelar nonton sekitar jam 11 kurang 10 menit. Terus..nunggu doi di Burger King. Baru juga beli onion ring, dia udah dateng. Dan yang ada..kita lari2 untuk ngejar bis buat pulang ke Bournemouth. Tiket di bis jam 11.30 dan kita cuma punya waktu setengah jam buat ke Victoria Coach Station. Wah...seru dah...kita lari kenceng banget begitu nyampe daerah Victoria. Begitu tiba di stasiun, sekitar 10 menit kemudian bisnya berangkat. Hohohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...we r sleeping otw back home to Bournemouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzzzzZZZzzz.....ZZZzzzzzZZzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dreaming dat I met with Aslan - the Lion. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114617555972654908?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114617555972654908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114617555972654908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114617555972654908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114617555972654908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-fine-day.html' title='One Fine Day...'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114673746966209591</id><published>2006-05-04T11:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T17:12:56.506+07:00</updated><title type='text'>B'day + a slight of Farewell</title><content type='html'>Tanggal 22 April kemaren, temen ultah...Mpok Nina tersayang...hehehe...makan2..!! Di JUMBO. Hem..hem..wuenak tenan!! Berangkat pake sepatu baru yang belinya udah lama, tapi belum diperawanin aja. Yang nyuruh make sih pacar, karena jarak dari asrama ke tempat makan deket banget. So, gak akan mengalami kesusahan dalam berjalan (maklum, sepatunya hak tinggi 9 centi, ntar diposting deh...kekalutan gue beli sepatu 3 biji dalam sebulan. Hehehe...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC05717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC05717.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dah kelar makan, nongkrong di luar restorannya. Dari kiri ke kanan : Ari (jaket merah) - Harri - Nina d b'day Girl (jaket abu2) - Galuh (jaket pink) - Nino (sweater cokelat garis putih orange) -Syahnan (jaket cokelat) - Syahlan (pake topi) - DJ Doni (jaket abu2 kotak2) - Adit (jaket ijo) - Cewe 2 biji paling depan: Sayahhh!! (jaket ijo) &amp; Viro (jaket jeans biru). Yang belakang2 ada Indra - Rendy (cowo berkacamata) - Sumo (nyempil dikit, keliatan matanya) - Esti (cewe berkacamata)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC05719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC05719.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau yang ini mah...foto amburadul. Paling depan pake sweater biru adalah Dimas - Ketua PPI Bournemouth yang tingkahnya emang agak2 aneh dan gokil abish. Gaya Nino juga gak kutek banget dahhh...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kita pindah tempat, ke Blue Bar. Ada live band gitu deh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC05723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC05723.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiri ke kanan : Miko (wearing yellow shirt) - Davina - Astrid - Me - Viro. Itu minuman yang saya pegang Coke yah..bukan minuman keras...:)&lt;br /&gt;Kalau yang di belah kiri lagi sibuk ama Hp, itu bung Indra (tampak lagi sms pacarnya jangan2..hehehe...). Terus..ada penampakan di belakang banget...ada cowo yang tangannya men-dadah gitu...hahahaha..(maaB ya Syahlan..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC05725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC05725.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari kiri kanan : Harri - Dicky &amp; Dewi Bajaj...sisanya mah...ya..itu2 lagi..hehehe...Saya paling depan!! Baju item, hihihi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dibilang Farewell party juga iya, secara Miko hari Rabu udah back for good to Indo. Oia, waktu kita udah kelar makan di Jumbo, kita sempet kayak ayam deh..mondar-mandir nyebrang jalan gak jelas. Awalnya mau ke Sleek n Lettuce, terus ganti lagi ke tempat lain, akhirnya nyebrang lagi untuk pergi ke Blue Bar. Wah, disitu kaki gue dah mulai hilang keseimbangan karena sepatu baru, hahahahah...ampe digodain mulu ma anak2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelar dari Blue Bar, beberapa orang masih lanjut mau ke bar lain (Miko, Davina, Astrid, hem...siapa lagi ya...). Yang ultah malah pengen pulang. Jadi...saya ikut rombongan yang pulang aja, secara kita semua tinggal di flat yang sama, asrama kampus tercinta. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi..gak taunya yang ultah pengen pulang karena pengen nonton film horor 12:00 a.m. Huahahahahhaha...kocak!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, kamar Ari kita bajak deh...peserta "Siapa Berani" ini terdiri dari Ari, Kosa, Nina, Galuh, Saya dan yang menyusul sembari membawa selimut sendiri buat nutupin wajah kalau ada adegan serem - mama Citra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/12am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/12am.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Filmnya....garinkkkkkkkkk....!!! Bah! Gak jelas gitu alurnya, dan banyak shoot2 yang gak penting, lalu skripnya gak kuat dan sepertinya ngasal bikin. Aktingnya juga...yah...gitu deh. Apalagi Robertino (yang meranin Alvin), engga banget dah...Tapi buat Olga lumayan deh aktingnya (kalau itu beneran akting perdana dia). Dan yang lucunya, baru juga film jalan 20 menit kurang, Citra dah tidur. Hahahahahaha...membuktikan filmnya bikin boring dan gak nakutin. Tadinya sebelum mulai nonton gue dah bilang ma Kosa, kalau buat balik ke kamar, gue minta ditemenin. Tapi berhubung tu film seremnya gak nyampe klimaks, akhirnya gue batal deh minta ditemenin, secara masih berani ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelar nonton jam 3 pagi. Dan gue cabut duluan. The rest of 'em, masih nyambung nonton film lain ampe jam 6 pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up (taelah...bahasa assignment gini), it was really a fun day. Especially when we r in JUMBO. We ate like animal, man..!!! Hahahahhahahahaha....Yes, we r truly Indonesian people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114673746966209591?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114673746966209591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114673746966209591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114673746966209591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114673746966209591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/05/bday-slight-of-farewell.html' title='B&apos;day + a slight of Farewell'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114571475135296861</id><published>2006-04-22T15:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:06:47.980+07:00</updated><title type='text'>BlisS</title><content type='html'>Benernya posting lagu ini, selain karena emang lagi bahagia ama sang kekasih (maklum...era ngerjain assignment baru saja berlalu, so...i can meet him regularly, sebelumnya ngerem diri di kamar mulu, hahahahaha...) juga karena dianya tinggal di flat yang lokasinya berada di atas sebuah klab malam bernama "Bliss". Hehehe...jadi akhirnya dicocok-cocokkin deh...:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagu yang datangnya dari penyanyi kesukaan saya juga...D'Sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boyfriend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you met my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;you would wish that you were me&lt;br /&gt;'cause everything about him&lt;br /&gt;tells you bout his honesty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more being weary&lt;br /&gt;and even when I cry&lt;br /&gt;i do it 'cause I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in bliss - I've just been kissed by my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can go on travels&lt;br /&gt;resting in a sole embrace.&lt;br /&gt;Drugs could never beat this:&lt;br /&gt;trippin' high and yet so safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blinds me when he's smiling&lt;br /&gt;He leaves me with no words&lt;br /&gt;He shelters me from evil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in bliss - I've just been kissed by my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Hidden%20Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Hidden%20Kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bliss] = perfect happiness; great joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114571475135296861?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114571475135296861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114571475135296861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114571475135296861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114571475135296861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/04/bliss.html' title='BlisS'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114573251244851653</id><published>2006-04-22T08:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T02:01:52.470+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splendid Day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Ok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Ok.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua bermula dari selesainya semua tugas2 kuliah pada hari Jumat, 21 April 2006 (bertepatan dengan hari Kartini dan ulang tahun ke-80 Queen Elizabeth ni..!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Nge-print tugas terakhir berasa lega banget...&lt;br /&gt;Keluar asrama, ngantri bis bareng ama Esti, Aryo dan Abra. Lagi duduk di bis, ma beloved Turkish best friend - Deniz, nelpon, nanyain gue lagi ada dimana. Dia pikir aku lagi ada di kamar, dan dia minta ditemenin sarapan di dapur, gak ada temen ngobrol katanya. Gue bilang, gue secepatnya pulang habis ngumpulin tugas dan balik2in buku perpus (hey..it sounds like a lesbian conversation, eh?!). So, ketika udah mau balik dari kampus ke asrama, secepatnya sms Deniz bilang kalau gue laper abish, dan pengen makan siang di Yellow River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Kita keluar cranborne&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh...nikmatnya bisa keluar kamar. Udara di luar juga anget bangettttttt...gak biasanya. Dan gak berangin. Padahal aku dah pake turtle neck, dan deniz juga dah pake coat segala. Hahahahaha...berasa salah kostum nih. Tapi bodo dah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan, dan langsung ke Yellow River, chinese restaurant, yang punya buffet makan siang enak banget. Deniz bilang kayaknya kita lagi sehati, soalnya dah dari seminggu dia pengan makan di Yellow tapi gak ada yang mau, eh...ternyata guenya jg lg ngidam. Tapi gak tau kenapa, hari itu pelayanan lagi lambat, pesenan minum kita aja ampe lama banget gak dateng, padahal tenggorokan dah kering abish. Terus restonya juga lagi super penuh. Tapi sih, gak terlalu peduli, secara dah laper banget, hahahaha...Sepanjang makan, as usual-lah Deniz membedah kehidupan gue, nanya segala macem. Ngobrol kesana kemari gak jelas, dibarengi menyantap ayam goreng yang enak banget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas bayar, bon-nya salah. Harga minuman kita beda. But then, berhubung mood kita berdua lagi baik, akhirnya kita gak terlalu masalahkan hal itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 3.30&lt;br /&gt;Ke Debenhams - diskon up to 70% (bocoran dari Deniz)&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya gak mau belanja, soalnya akhir2 ini lagi boros, dimarahin bokap lagi. Hahahaha..jadi anteng deh. Tapi pas liat section underwear, aduh...kok ya lucu2 yang didiskon. Akhirnya Deniz maksa gue buat beli satu. Harga aslinya £4, diskon jd £1.50. Tapi pas bayar kena diskon lagi jadi cuma £0.90. Wah...rejeki!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 3.10&lt;br /&gt;Jalan ke All Fired Up - Ceramic Cafe. &lt;br /&gt;Deniz mau nerusin menggambar piring keramiknya yang udah 3 hari katanya gak kelar2. Pengennya sih ikutan menggambar juga, bikin mug buat dikasi ke pacar. Tapi lagi gak ada inspirasi sama sekali. Daripada hasilnya jelek, mending ngeliat deniz berkreasi dengan piring kupu2nya. So, selain kita ngobrol, jadinya gue baca2 buku tentang teknik menggambar keramik. Dan deniz ngakak aja liat gue beneran baca bukunya. Sialan tu anak, menghina!! Tapi dia juga ikutan manggut2 seneng kalau gue kasi ide yang gue dapet dari hasil membaca bukunya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4.15&lt;br /&gt;Izabel dateng (temen kuliah Deniz, half France half Caribean. Really tall, beautiful, slim girl). &lt;br /&gt;I love her!! Gila ni orang kocak abishhhh...selama kita disitu, isinya ketawa2 mulu ama dia. Kenceng abish deh gue ketawanya! Asli orangnya hillarious banget. Hihihihihi...dia ngajakin kita jam 9 malem ke D.N.A, tapi sayangnya gue gak bisa ikut, ada urusan lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5.30&lt;br /&gt;Cabut dari All Fired Up dan jalan ke Office. &lt;br /&gt;Deniz mau nyari sepatu. Buset, jelek2 amat ya sepatu yang lagi didiskon. Akhirnya masuk ke La Senza aja. Gak nemu apa2. So...baliklah kita ke asrama. Di jalan ketemu ama Nina, Kosa dan Ari. Ngobrol2 bentar, lalu lanjutin pulang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6.30&lt;br /&gt;Nyampe cranborne. &lt;br /&gt;Masuk dapur, wahhhhhh...lagi rame abish. Aziz, my Omanesse flatmate (eh, kalau orang Oman jadi Omanesse ato apa nih?! Kalau orang Turki-kan jadi Turkish), lagi ngundang temen2 kuliahnya buat makan malem bersama. Ternyata mereka lagi ngerayain baru kelar exam. Gue lagi mau masak semur daging sih benarnya, secara pacar ntar baru pulang kerja jam 9 malam. Tapi si Aziz bilang, gue ma Deniz dan Ercin (temen deniz) mending ikutan makan ama dia. Secara dia dan temennya (William), masak buat partai besar. Hem...melihat menu2 yang mereka masak, jadi tertarik. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deniz akhirnya nyumbang masakan bayam dan kentang kacang polong dia yang emang tinggal dimasakin. Then, makan deh kita. Seru banget, kita makan kayak ONE BIG FAMILY gitu...hihihihi....8 people man!! One Indonesian girl (me!!), 2 Turkish girl and one Turkish man, 1 Mexican man, 1 Spanish man, 1 South African man, and 1 Omanesse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meja makannya untung emang buat 8 orang. So...dengan menu =&lt;br /&gt;1. Nasi gurih &lt;br /&gt;2. Roast chicken&lt;br /&gt;3. Salad&lt;br /&gt;4. Chicken with sweet sour sauce&lt;br /&gt;5. Spinach Sour&lt;br /&gt;6. Vegetable mixed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... mulailah kita makan. Wah rame abish. Seneng deh, semua makan dengan lahap dan tentunya sambil ngobrol semua, diiringi muski yang asli enak banget (CD dari temen2 Aziz). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyang...kenyang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis itu sih, lanjut masak lagi...hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 9.30&lt;br /&gt;Pacar dateng. &lt;br /&gt;Nemenin dia makan sambil nonton tv. Biasalah, hari Jumat malam, channel 4 acaranya bagus2. Mulai dari Friends, Will &amp; Grace, Green Wing, My Name is Earl, and of course...Beauty &amp; the Geek. Nonton tv juga sembari nunggu ditelp ma anak2, karena tanggal 22 April, salah satu anak Indo ulang tahun. Dan kita rencana dateng ke flatnya sambil bawa kue dan nyanyi met ultah jam 12 malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly 00.00&lt;br /&gt;Pacar ditelp Ari, kita diminta buat turun. &lt;br /&gt;Nyampe lantai dasar, anak2 ternyata lagi berjuang buat nyalain lilin di atas kue ultahnya. Say happy b'day ke Nina..!! Hip..Hip...Hurray!!! Terus, ngumpul deh rame2 di dapur Nina, makan kuenya dan akhirnya malah lanjut makan nasi satu piring rame2 pake ayam dari Kosa dan ikan kecil2 gurih gitu (makanan dari Indo simpenan Nina) serta tentunya sambel nendang a la Mpok Nina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 02.00am&lt;br /&gt;Sikat gigi, cuci muka, shalat, tidur deh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hem...really, enak banget seharian itu. Benar2 menikmati hidup dan ketawa tiada henti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just...splendid...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/TOP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/TOP.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114573251244851653?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114573251244851653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114573251244851653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114573251244851653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114573251244851653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/04/splendid-day.html' title='Splendid Day :)'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114561898306617795</id><published>2006-04-21T12:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T18:29:43.080+07:00</updated><title type='text'>God...Please, Listen To My Pray...</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, akhirnya semua tugas kuliah udah disubmit sekaligus formulir topik desertasi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk media finance, lebih tepatnya udah pasrah sepasrah-pasrahnya. Yang penting udah berusaha semaksimal mungkin untuk berusaha mengerti apa yang namanya itu laporan keuangan dan ratio2, dan juga...itu short-term and long-term finance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk new media environment, moga2 dapet nilai bagus. Ngerjainnya juga makan waktu cukup lama, seminggu lebih bo'...!!! Hal yang luar biasa untuk ukuran seorang Nisa Hidayati di semester 2 ini. Hehehehe...satisfied juga dengan kerjaan yang ini, secara baca buku dan jurnalnya udah gak teritung. Buanyak deh...balikin buku ke perpusnya aja sampe kantong plastiknya sobek. Hahahahaha...baru juga turun dari bis, eh...sobek deh die..!!! Untung ada temen orang Turki, yang mau bantuin bawa tu buku2 setebel2 pantat botol ampe perpus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk desertasi? Wah...ini tantangannya lebih ciamik kayaknya. Semoga bisa lulus tepat waktu, dan tetap semangat ngerjainnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Menengadah* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n(^.^)n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan, tolong dimudahkan semuanya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena hanya Engkau-lah yang bisa memudahkan semuanya, jika Kau berkehendak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin...&lt;br /&gt;*usap wajah*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114561898306617795?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114561898306617795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114561898306617795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114561898306617795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114561898306617795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/04/godplease-listen-to-my-pray.html' title='God...Please, Listen To My Pray...'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114546915821121434</id><published>2006-04-19T19:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:52:38.246+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngakak abishhhhh...!!!</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha...asli, ada comment di blog gue yang jadi hiburan gitu di kala daku lagi stress ngerjain assignment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhahaha...kocak abish!! Gue aja nulis blog ini masi senyum2 dan cengir2 dikit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mau tampang laki gue kayak super bis malem, ato...ada yang ngaku lebih ganteng, saya mah...tetep cinta sama dia. Hohohohohohohoho...cuz love is in the air...as always... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayo...hayo...semangat...semangat!! Gimme those books of accounting and all those finance!! I m going to rip it all, and cut it pieces by pieces. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Emang susah yah mendaki jalan untuk jadi bos besar yang bisa punya perusahaan super raksasa. Mau gak mau memang harus mengerti accounting dan finance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mak!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114546915821121434?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114546915821121434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114546915821121434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114546915821121434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114546915821121434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/04/ngakak-abishhhhh.html' title='Ngakak abishhhhh...!!!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114527059356794373</id><published>2006-04-17T11:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T17:45:33.526+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...is In the Air...</title><content type='html'>Hem, ngerjain assignment kadang2 bisa bikin orang jadi sentimentil...hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba2 seharian ini keinget2 ama si doi dan gak tau kenapa lagu ini daritadi kebayang2 mulu di kepala daku [yang sebenarnya bercampur dengan capital gearing, earning per share, long term debt, dan segala istilah finance lainnya. Hihihi...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, darling...here's one song for u, only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our Love Is Here To Stay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very clear, our love is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Not for a year but ever and a day&lt;br /&gt;The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know&lt;br /&gt;May just be passing fancies and in time may go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, my dear, our love is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Together we're going a long, long way&lt;br /&gt;In time the Rockies may crumble, Gibraltar may tumble&lt;br /&gt;They're only made of clay&lt;br /&gt;But our love is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time the Rockies may crumble, Gibraltar may tumble&lt;br /&gt;They're only made of clay&lt;br /&gt;But our love is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Photographed by Miko Kusumo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/DSC_0013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional Info About the song ...&lt;br /&gt;+ Artist: Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;+ Words by Ira Gershwin and Music by George Gershwin&lt;br /&gt;+ Introduced by Kenny Baker in the 1938 film "The Goldwyn Follies" starring Adolph Menjou, Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy, and the Ritz Brothers also used in the 1951 film "An American In Paris" starring Gene Kelly and Leslie Caron&lt;br /&gt;+ Charted in 1938 by Larry Clinton (#15) and Red Norvo (#16)&lt;br /&gt;+ Charted at # 89 in 1961 by Dinah Washington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114527059356794373?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114527059356794373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114527059356794373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114527059356794373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114527059356794373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/04/loveis-in-air.html' title='Love...is In the Air...'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114521308181574722</id><published>2006-04-16T19:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T05:59:26.100+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best PaL</title><content type='html'>Kasus yang terjadi baru2 ini membuat gue sadar bahwa teman2 terbaik adalah mereka yang tau kapan harus ngomong sesuatu di depan umum dan kapan harus ngomong secara private. Selain itu, semakin membuktikan bahwa teman sejati memang adalah teman yang selalu bisa menghibur kita kapan saja, hehehehe...terus...terus...rasanya memang paling nyaman kalau kita dikeliling orang2 yang mengenal kita seutuhnya, mengenal keborokan, kebodohan dan kejelekan diri kita secara utuh. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For u...my sex n d city gank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really...really miss you guys..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being away from all of you make me realise how important u are in ma life. To support me in a logic way, with unlimited open mind and reasonable criticism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets bring back all those wicked stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see u again, mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muachhh!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Sukabumi%20Trip%20084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Sukabumi%20Trip%20084.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114521308181574722?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114521308181574722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114521308181574722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114521308181574722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114521308181574722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/04/best-pal.html' title='Best PaL'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114470417206480902</id><published>2006-04-10T22:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T04:22:52.136+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Effect</title><content type='html'>Me!! Found it again...those butterfly feeling in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx to the miracle of lipbalm by Body Shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...it feels superb!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want it more...more...more... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/1767726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/1767726.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114470417206480902?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114470417206480902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114470417206480902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114470417206480902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114470417206480902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/04/butterfly-effect.html' title='Butterfly Effect'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114444847621744944</id><published>2006-04-08T02:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:57:55.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malam Jumat / Freaky? Big No-No</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Menjawab kegundahan gulana dan gelisah tak menentu akan perasaan diriku...seperti si doi pengen mencoba menghibur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...it works quite well though...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Kamis, around 3 o'clock or...hem, I forgot the precise time...he called me and asked me to go to his work place. Yah...sepertinya beliau ingin supaya diriku berjalan2 sedikit dan gak ngendon di kamar. Ditanggapin dengan sediit males, karena gak tau secara pasti posisi tempat kerja dia berada di daerah mana. Kalaupun naik bis takutnya nyasar. So...I had to skip his offer. Doi sedikit terdengar kecewa, karena kayaknya dia pengen aku ke tempat kerjanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I changed ma mind. :p Oh...such typical of me...Plin-plan tiada tara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelpon Tito, nanya naik bis apa dan turun dimana kalau mau ke Sports World. Habis itu, liat jadwal bis dan ternyata masih punya waktu sekitar 5 menit lagi. Tapi tak disangka-sangka...liftnya naik agak lama, jadi begitu nyampe di bus stop, kayaknya tu bis dah lewat. Yah...kelewatan deh...bis berikutnya satu jam lagi. Bingung dah..maksudnya mau bikin surprise buat pacar, tapi kok ya gagal?! Hehehehe...ya sutra, akhirnya sms pacar dan bilang kalau gak jadi ke tempat kerja. So...lebih baik nunggu dia di Borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;6.00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for him in Borders.&lt;br /&gt;Took some Japanese comic.&lt;br /&gt;Yuhu!!!&lt;br /&gt;Found one of ma fave manga artist [Yuu Watase]&lt;br /&gt;Oh...my, I miss reading Japanese comic...so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought 2 of 'em and walk ma way up to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Starbucks.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Starbucks.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[Vanilla Latte with whipped cream on top]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slerps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add another sugar, then tried to find a nice comfy chairs and plunged maself into heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was...nice...Well, mungkin yang saya butuhkan adalah sedikit penyegaran jalan2 ke luar dan menikmati apa yang dahulu menjadi ekstasi bagi diri saya. Udah lamaaaaaaaa...banget gak baca komik, dan beneran enak banget bisa baca lagi dan ketawa2 lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Circa 07.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nino dateng. Dan kita pulang ke flat dia dulu. Nunggu tu orang mandi dan shalat. Habis itu...jalan deh buat makan di luar sembari bertanya2 kira2 dia bakal ngajak makan ke mana ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garingnya, tu anak pake acara nipu2 segala lagi mau ngajaknya kemana. Ngakunya sih mau ke Oriental Garden, tapi gue agak ragu aja. Benernya gak tau kenapa terbersit di benak kalau dia mau ngajak dinner ke Landmark. Dan kayaknya tebakan gue hampir bener, secara arah jalan kita ke arah situ. Tapi setelah dipikir2 lagi...gue baru 'ngeh' kalau sepertinya tu anak ngajak ke restoran baru di atas Landmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Yes, we went to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Pit%20n%20Spit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Pit%20n%20Spit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The original barbecue and hog roast company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu masuk ke restonya, yang pertama terlihat adalah kumpulan asap. Wah...ni resto ventilasinya kurang bagus apa ya?! Tapi bagian dalam restonya berkesan seperti restoran2 di Indo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The starters - Chargrilledd Chinese Chicken - was delicious, tasty, tender and sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main course?! It was unbelievable HUGE....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I might call it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"GIGANTIC T-BONE". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Grilled%20Steak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/Grilled%20Steak.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dan itu pun yang kita pilih hanya yang ukuran 16oz (ada 2 ukuran steak, 16 ama 24oz). Setttt...dah...gue gak kebayang kalau yang 24oz itu segede gimana!! Satu meja kali ya gedenya????!!! Gue asli gak sanggup ngabisin itu steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the steak was juicy, soft, and nice.&lt;/span&gt; The sauce was very tasty dan 'mayan menggelitik lidah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service?! Excellent. All the waiters are nice, friendly dalam ukuran yang pas, dan terakhir waktu kita kelar makan, chef-nya ampe keluar dan bilang : "thanx you very much indeed!!!". Wow...1st impression was good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's rate the whole thing up to 1-5 scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Place : 2 thumbs &lt;/span&gt;(too much smoke in d air).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food : 3.5 thumbs &lt;/span&gt;(the french fries was way...too salty!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Service : 4.5 thumbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibility to come again?!&lt;br /&gt;Would love too...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...dari Pit 'N' Spit, ternyata acara kencannya belum berakhir, Nino masih punya kejutan lain...istilah dia mah : "kalau jalan ama Nino tidak cukup hanya sampai disitu...". Ternyata...eh, ternyata...he brought me to my fave club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Oui, mademoisselle...the place was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Jimmy%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Jimmy%27s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where the jazzin' tune is up in d sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...that was a very nice suprise. Because every Thursday nite, it is time for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Thursdaynightlive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Thursdaynightlive.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came, entered d building, and tried to find a seat among those crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Bar order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?! Satisfied enough w/ Coke with a twist of lemon in it.&lt;br /&gt;Him?! J20, juice drink...apple &amp; mango. Nice choice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in d corner, and met with ma friend, Cein. Said "Hi" sembari cupika-cupiki. Ternyata band yang tampil temen dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hell...it was amazing listening to live music&lt;/span&gt;. Especially if lately u kept having a hollow feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;11.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was over, and...both of us walked back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me...the whole day was nice, warm, satisfying as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Thanx u, darlin' for ur enormous attention and care to make me feel much better than before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's truly something ... [couldn't  find d rite words]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114444847621744944?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114444847621744944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114444847621744944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114444847621744944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114444847621744944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/04/malam-jumat-freaky-big-no-no.html' title='Malam Jumat / Freaky? Big No-No'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-110844156706344931</id><published>2006-04-07T13:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:22:03.463+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempurna!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Resapi &amp; Hayati...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;[PS : postingan ini benernya terjadi karena ketidaksengajaan. Jadi berawal lagi mau meng-edit postingan2 sebelumnya agar terlihat lebih ciamik. Lalu mata secara gak sadar lihat ada tulisan yang bentuknya masih dalam bentuk draft dan belum diposting di blog. Ketika di-click untuk dibuka tulisannya tentang apaan, gak nyangka ternyata isi postingannya seperti ini. Lucu juga bacanya. Kalau dilihat dari tanggalnya, draft postingan ini dibikin tanggal 15 Februari 2005]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita ini berkisah tentang perjumpaan dua orang sahabat yang terpisah sedemikian lama. Sambil ngobrol di sebuah cafe mereka melepas rindu. Topik awal sih tentang nostalgia jaman sekolah dulu yang kemudian berlanjut dengan kehidupan mereka masing-masing saat ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"Mengapa sampai sekarang kamu belum juga menikah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tanya yang seorang kepada temannya yang sampai sekarang masih membujang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"Sejujurnya sampai saat ini aku terus mencari wanita yang sempurna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Itulah sebabnya sampai saat ini aku masih melajang. Dulu sih di Bandung aku bertemu dengan seorang gadis cantik yang amat pintar. Dan kemudian aku berpikir inilah wanita ideal yang cocok untuk menjadi istriku, namun ternyata selama masa pacaran aku merasa tertekan dengan kesombongannya, dan akhirnya hubungan kami putus sampai di situ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kemudian di Jakarta aku menemukan sosok wanita rupawan nan ramah dan dermawan. Hatiku bergetar dibuatnya pada saat pandangan pertama, inilah wanita ideal bagiku. Namun belakangan baru ketahuan kalau dia banyak tingkah dan tidak bertanggung jawab."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku terus berusaha dalam pencarianku, namun selalu saja kutemukan kelemahan dan kekurangan pada setiap wanita yang kutaksir. Hingga suatu hari aku mendapati seorang wanita yang selama ini aku dambakan, ia demikian cantik, pintar, baik hati, dermawan dan suka humor. Aku pikir inilah dia pendamping hidup yang dikirim Tuhan untukku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lantas," sergah temannya yang sedari tadi mendengarkan, "Apa yang terjadi? Mengapa kamu tidak segera meminangnya ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teman yang ditanya ini diam sesaat, suasana menjadi hening. Akhirnya dengan suara lirih si Bujangan ini menjawab,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;"Baru belakangan aku ketahui bahwa diapun sedang mencari sosok pria yang sempurna."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NoTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sejujurnya, baca tulisan di atas membuat gue sadar juga (wah...baru sadar sekarang?! ;p) bahwa orang ternyata memang mencari sesuatu yang sempurna. Kita cuma mikir dari sisi kita, jarang banget mikir dari sisi orang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Gue dulu selalu punya impian kalau pria yang akan menjadi yah...(gak usah suami dulu deh, pacar aja dulu...) adalah seseorang yang selama ini gue kategorikan sebagai my kind of guy. Dengan segala gaya, sifat, dan fasilitas yang sempurna di mata gue. (Yah...pasti pada tahu deh gimana impian wanita2 di kala SMA pengennya pria yang seperti apa).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Selalu berharap bahwa dia-lah sosok yang sempurna di mata kita, walaupun dalam hati kecil pasti mengganggapnya 'BELUM'. Adaaaaaaaaa....aja yang kita keluhkan mengenai orang tersebut, mulai dari hal2 besar sampai ke hal2 kecil. Seperti : lupa flush kalau habis pup (ehehehe, engga denk!), hemmmm...seperti =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1. kok dia ngerokok sih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2. kenapa dia gak pakai kaos polo shirt, malah pakai kaos belel itu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3. kenapa dia selalu nginjek kopling mulu di lampu merah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4. rambutnya kok gak rapi yah?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5. makannya kok berisik sih?...SAMPAI KE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;6. dia kok gak romantis yah?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;7. kok dia gajinya kecil?! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;dan sederet keluhan yang bisa menjadi never ending stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Kita selalu merasa diri kita sempurna, yah...kalau ada cela juga gak banyak2 amat deh...Oleh karenanya, kita maunya juga dapet pasangan yang sempurna. Minimal gak jauh2 amat dari kita deh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tapi, dipikir-pikir...emang iya gitu kita segitu sempurnanya?! Sering gak sih lihat cewe cantik tapi cowonya jelek?! Kadang kita suka sirik aja bilang : "alah..palingan cowonya tajir...", apalagi kalau ditambah bukti2 sang pria jelek itu membawa mobil BMW seri terbaru dua pintu. Wah...pemikirannya jadi tambah terbukti deh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tapi mungkin...si wanita ini sudah memandang sang pria jelek ini sebagai sosok yang sempurna, dan si wanita ini udah sadar kalau dia gak sempurna. Tapi inget yah, ini....&lt;/span&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dari sini draftnya udah berakhir...dan gue sendiri udah lupa mau nulis apaan, hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...postingan ini mending saya lanjutkan saja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;[Jumat, 7 April 2006]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pikir2...sudah setahun lebih postingan ini gak dilanjutkan, dan dalam setahun...ternyata sudah banyak hal yang berubah dari diri sendiri. Di point ini sih...akhirnya diri sendiri mengakui secara sadar bahwa "saya memang gak sempurna". Lucu juga kalau inget2 jalan pikiran dulu, selalu menganggap bahwa diri kita adalah sosok yang super terbaik. Sombong banget yak gue?! Sampai detik ini, sudah banyak orang yang menunjukkan bahwa saya adalah manusia, yang gak lepas dari membuat kesalahan. Istilahnya sih....shit happens man!!! Hahahahahaha....gak ada istilah semua berjalan mulus seperti yang sudah kita rencanakan, and...I am not dat bloody perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Who am I to judge somebody else is a failure, while at the same time...I am doing a terrible mistake as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is funny, eh?! So much things happen around you, and it was spinning like hell. Sometimes makes you confused whether you're alive or just an illusion in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I real? Or this world is just a "stage"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh...jadi inget lagu lamanya Nicky Astria...yang bilang : "dunia ini...hanya panggung sandiwara.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, gue sendiri maunya adalah bisa menikmati dunia tanpa harus khawatir terus menerus apakah orang disisi kita ini mencintai diri kita seutuhnya ato engga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinya sih...gue sendiri gak mau jadi zombie...hahahahaha..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Being perfect on each aspects are not an obligation, but capable of doing something that you like perfectly...is a bless. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang mah...jalanin ajalah hidup ini...tentunya dengan menyadari konsep bahwa orang lain juga bisa khilaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya gak?!&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/10187447-110844156706344931?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/110844156706344931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=110844156706344931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110844156706344931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110844156706344931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/04/sempurna.html' title='Sempurna!!!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114426300538574593</id><published>2006-04-06T15:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T04:08:40.023+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gak tau kenapa...hari ini terbangun dengan perasaan blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Kosong, hampa, &lt;em&gt;void&lt;/em&gt;, bolong, tak berasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/blank%20post.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/blank%20post.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti ada yang salah, tapi gak tau apa. Dibilang stress...engga juga, tapi apa mungkin yah?! Dah beberapa hari kayak uring-uringan gak jelas. Seperti mati tak mau, hidup pun tak mau. Temen sempet nanya, udah dateng bulan belum?! Gue bilang, sekarang dah mau keramas. Nah, biasanyakan analoginya kalau mau dateng bulan wanita suka uring2an. Tapi akhirnya asumsi ini gugur karena gue dah mau kelar dateng bulannya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa ya?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingung deh...asli. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teori pertama yang keluar adalah...gak ngerasain enaknya suasana liburan. Jadi...di satu sisi pengen maen kesana kemari, tapi di sisi lain rasanya gak mungkin karena ada assignment yang masih menumpuk, disentuh juga belum (ada sih beberapa yang udah dilirik2 dikit, tapi menjalani secara mendalam...wah..masih jauh kayaknya). Nah, karena berada di antara dua pilihan, akhirnya jadi kayak mati rasa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teori kedua: lagi bosen ama yang sedang dijalanin sekarang. Kayak...gak tau mau ngapain. Kudunya sih ngapainnya itu adalah ngerjain assignment, tapi hatinya gak tau kenapa gak disana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Denial : berhubung hari ini seharian ada di perpus, hatinya udah mulai ke arah assignment juga. Tapi tetep aja, kayak...lagi gak ada tujuan hidup gitu akhir2 ini yak?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teori ketiga: lagi homesick. Hahahahaha....seorang Nisa Hidayati bisa homesick juga. Tapi kalaupun homesick, rasanya kok gak kayak homesick yah? Pengen ketemu keluarga sih iya, tapi gak urgent banget. Pengen kongkow ma temen2 di Indo iya banget, tapi kok...rasanya juga gak se-desperate itu ya?! Jadinya agak ragu kalau perasaan hampa ini karena homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teori keempat: lagi kehilangan moment bersama sang kekasih. Memang sih, hampir tiap hari selalu bersama dia. Ngobrol macem2, diskusi macem2, sharing macem2, etc. Tapi kok sepertinya semua itu mengalir begitu aja. Gregetnya lagi ilang kali ya?! Tapi kenapa?! Apa gara2 lagi sering ditinggal kerja? Kalau dibilang kesepian juga enggak, karena gue sendiri adalah orang yang seneng banget kalau pacar gak selalu berada disebelah. Gerah aja gitu...So...lagi merasa kehilangan dia juga engga, karena semuanya baek2 aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teori kelima: lagi berasa ditinggalin ama semua orang. Ngeliat milis2 yang gue ikutin, kok banyak bener yak anak2 yang mau married?! Akhirnya jadi mikir, kok gue gini2 aja ya? Married juga belum. Hahahaha...terus...rasanya kok masih panjang perjalanan buat merampungkan kuliah master ini. Belum lagi kalau ntar dah kelar, kudu mulai bekerja dari awal lagi. Yah...moga2 sih bisa langsung naek pangkat (maunya!!!), tapi pasti starting point-nya juga gak akan semudah itu. So, ketika balik ke Indonesia, temen2 tampak udah menjalani karir yang udah lebih maju daripada gue. Tapi rasanya untuk teori yang ini, gak terlalu mengganggu juga. Karena siapa tau balik ke Indo malah kesempatan karir jadi lebih ok. Amin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jadi....apa dong?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi sambil nyuci piring juga sambil mikir, ada apa ya dengan diriku?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren juga mencoba ikutan nonton bioskop, milih ikutan yang filmnya bertema komedi romantis, berharap bisa sedikit ada enlightment, tapi kok...begitu kelar nonton, perasaan hati masi biasa aja yah? Gak ada perubahan sama sekali. Ntar malam mau coba makan keluar ama si doi, siapa tau nanti jawabannya bisa ketemu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah...untuk sementara ini sih...lagi mencoba untuk terus menemukan "penyakit"-nya apaan. Cuz gak biasanya gue gini. Gampangnya sih, kalau tiba2 lagi merasa empty seperti sekarang, cukup dengan nonton DVD udah bisa seger lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalat dulu ah...kali2 aja hatinya ditenangkan ama yang di-Atas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114426300538574593?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114426300538574593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114426300538574593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114426300538574593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114426300538574593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/04/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114417228728275128</id><published>2006-04-04T18:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:26:43.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back The Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From the previous journey, there will be another post about my Indian classmate - Akul. Personally, received letter from him is totally unexpected but at the same time made me remembered all those stupid n fun things we did together. There are lots of up and down moments with him while I am studying in UK, since we live in the same dormitory building, so we met quite a lot. While reminiscing those memory, I couldn't help to smile or even giggle a bit. Lemme see...these probably the things that I remembered the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Laptop Tragedy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly spilled water on my laptop, luckily it wasn't on. When d accident happened, me and Nino quickly removed the glass and wiped dry my laptop. He asked whether I have a hair dryer or not, but I didn't have any. However, since I felt dat the water was not spill directly over d keyboard, I thought it wasn't a problem. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case in the morning when I tried to turn it on. I heard unusual sound from ma laptop, and suddenly d monitor goes white, and then half of it went purple, and completely black!!! Then...my laptop died!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*panicked mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to turn it on again, but it didn't react anything. Huhuhuhu...I almost burst ma tears, because all of my assignments was on d harddisk (although I have back up, but...my laptop is also a brand new one, it is not even 6 months. Ma dad will kill me!!!). In that moment (panic, confused, desperate, u name it!!), suddenly Akul called me, and he really called me at the right time!! Still in panic voice, I explained to him dat I had problem with ma laptop. I could sense that he tried to calm me down, and said that he would b in ma room ASAP. While waiting for him, I tried desperately to turn it on (again!), but it was useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shit...! (excuse ma language)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akul came, and asked how it happened. So, I told him dat last nite I spilled water on it. He asked d same question like Nino, "Do u have hair dryer?!". I gave him d same answer. "No..." (at dat moment, I realise how important a hair dryer is if you have laptop). He told me to borrow from Deniz. Quickly, I knocked Deniz's room. No answer. Then I knocked A's room. She opened it, and I could tell dat she just woke up. I don't care d manner, cuz on ma mind...I should immediately borrow her hair dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akul turn on d hair dryer, and dried ma laptop. While he's doing it, I yabbered a lot about how important ma laptop is. I kept on chatter about how many pictures I had in ma harddisk, not including d song, datas, CVs, d assignments, and so on..so on...He listened to me patiently and rub ma back to calm me down. I was very close to cry ma tear out. After almost 20 minutes he dried ma laptop, he tried to turn it on. No reaction. At all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us tried for another several minutes. At dat time, I already gave up. But Akul then took out d battery and dried it also. Then, he tried again...&lt;br /&gt;Useless.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he then said to me that tomorrow I should just go to IT department in d library and asked their help. I nodded. When Akul just about to leave, suddenly I heard a sound from ma laptop, and it was ON...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet heaven...thanx u God...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akul then checked all d things, and made sure dat everything was fine. He told me not to turn it off, and I still should bring it to d library for further check. I was so thrilled and happy, and bluntly gave him a kiss on d cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one story...and I also have another hillarious story with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Assignment Deadline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Akul is always helping other classmate who need some enlightment for d assignment. This story took place one day before d submit day [16 December 2005]. Luti was so desperate about Corporate Strategy's assignment. Akul told him to come to Cranborne House. While Akul helped Luti in his room, I was struggling to finish ITV. At 3 in d morning, Akul came to ma room, and done some printing. He finished it all. An hour later, both of 'em came to ma room. Luti printed d other assignments, and it was so funny. Because Akul was so fussy about Luti's stuff, i.e "do u already put d page number?! Did u put ur name clearly?! Bla..bla.." (Believe me, Akul was acting like he was Luti's mother. Hihihi...it was really funny!). One thing dat I remembered d most was when Luti said : "Relaxxxxxxxxx...mannnn...!!!". Ok, Luti finished printing. Both of 'em went back to Akul's room. If I'm not mistaken, it was 5.30 in d morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11.00 pm, Luti came and print d last assignment. Ok ... we only got 1 hour to submit those crazy tasks (d deadline is 12.00pm). Me and Luti went down and picked up Akul. I thought dat Akul was not coming, since Luti's car is only for 2 seaters. But, he insisted to come cuz he wanted to hand in the assignment by himself. Well...here's d hillarious thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on Akul's lap otw to campus from our dormitory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept laughing along d way, because it is illegal to do dat!! I am so afraid dat a policeman could stop us and gave us fines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's d big picture. Luti was d driver, and Akul sat on d seat, then I sat on his lap. I pulled out d safety belt, and trust me...it was not nice...but funny at d same time. Akul is a very thin man, while me...hehehehe...well, u can just tell from ma pict. I tried not to put all ma weight on his lap, because I don't want to torture him, but it was really hard to do dat, because Luti was driving like a MANIAC..!!! D road was a little bit traffic, and we really afraid to come late. So, I understood completely why d car was running so fast. We arrived at d university around 11.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes left..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, we still had to walk to the assignment room. But we made it...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfiuh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Indian Cooking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;There was also a time when Akul cooked for me, when I came back late from d library. I remembered he called me around 8.30pm, and asked where am I. When I said dat I was waiting for d bus to come back home, he then asked whether I already had ma dinner or not. When I said "no", he said dat he would cook something for me. Yeee-haaa..!!! What a blessing!! Cuz he's really a good cooker...!!! I remembered when he invited me to his b'day party, he cooked for me and Deniz. And I kept on eating and eating..and..eating...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;King Kong Movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ha!! This one is quite funny. Me, Nino, Akul n Meghna went to cinema together. It turned out dat Akul hate d movie sooo...much!! During d movie, he kept on saying : "oh..give me a break". And I could see dat his eyes were half closed when he watched d movie. When we finished watching it, he asked whether he could have a refund-ticket. Hahahaahhahaha...crazy bastard!! He was so dissapointed dat he walked very fast otw back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hem..hem...the thing dat adhered in ma mind was everytime he called me or come to ma room and with his unique accent yelled : "Nissssssaaaaaaaaaaaaa....". And then followed by : "do u have any new DVDs? New books?", and other questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other things dat I can't mention here...cuz it would be a very..very long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akul actually change ma prejudice about Indian people (well, it is based from ma best friend stories who always had bad experiences with Indian people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here my picture with him at ma b'day party (how lucky he is, surrounded by 2 girls..!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC05325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC05325.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall....I am lucky to have a friend like him.&lt;br /&gt;Help me a lot ...&lt;br /&gt;Cheer me up a lot, and ...&lt;br /&gt;Teach me lotsa things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114417228728275128?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114417228728275128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114417228728275128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114417228728275128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114417228728275128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/04/looking-back-time.html' title='Looking Back The Time'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114407273817999012</id><published>2006-04-03T15:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:58:58.206+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iseng pt.3</title><content type='html'>Hohohoho...isi postingan sekarang kok jadi penuh dengan kalimat yang mengekspresikan siapa sebenarnya diri gue. Apakah tiba2 saya memasuki era pencarian jati diri? Huahahahahaha....sedih banget yak?! Tapi gue inget banget kalau dulu gue dah pernah jawab pertanyaan2 yang ada di kuis ini. Dan ternyata...jawaban gue yang sekarang benar2 berbeda dibandingkan waktu dahulu. Well, it is true then...that time can change people. Gue lupa dulu gue karakternya apa, tapi yang sekarang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(29-34 points) Sponge Bob Square Pants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/bob.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/bob.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the classic person that everyone loves. You are the best friend anyone could ever have and never want to loose. You never cause harm to anyone, and nobody will ever understand you or your feelings.  You are usually used by others becasue of your good nature and loving qualities.  Those who do respect you do so in the most honest way. Life is a journey, you always on an adventure, funny and calm, yet full of too many ups and downs for the most part. Stay away from traitors and jealous people as they are the ones that bring you down... then you will be stress free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...kalau baca tulisan di atas, gue jadi makin bingung ama diri sendiri, karena yang di atas ada banyak benarnya dan sedikit salah. Mungkin benernya yang salah itu benar, karena bisa jadi gue gak sadar bahwa gue selama itu (atau baru2 ini), seperti itu. Hihihihi...telat gitu yak menyadarinya?! Dan memang yang namanya wanita Pisces ini memang mudah sekali berubah2 personality-nya gara selalu mengikuti arus yang ada. Hehehe...pembenaran gini dengan menggunakan rasi bintang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, kita lihat saja nanti...iseng2 kuis ini bakal sampe berapa banyak gue posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114407273817999012?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114407273817999012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114407273817999012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114407273817999012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114407273817999012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/04/iseng-pt3.html' title='Iseng pt.3'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114382783395934061</id><published>2006-03-31T19:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:30:04.856+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancurrrrrrrrrr....!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Detik saat gue lagi ngetik posting ini, kondisi kaki masi cenat-cenut dikit, dan kalau jalan juga kayaknya masih agak aneh. Namun yang paling penting, gue masi gak berani jongkok!! Hauhahaha....well..well...ini semua bermula dari niat anak2 buat melakukan jogging sore2 di pantai. Terkesan menyehatkan dan romantis sih...but wait, gimana kalau kita rewind dari awal aja?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo....awal banget ketika sang pacar terima telpon dari Bung Koko jam 2 siang, ngajakin buat jogging, awalnya ngajak buat maen bola, tapi orang2nya kurang, so...gantilah ke plan B. Yes...jogging sounds irresistible in this bright day, especially after a few days d weather was horrible!!! Pacar say "yes" dan ngajak gue juga. Gue juga langsung say "yes" dong!! Mengingat kondisi badan kok makin gemuk ya?! :p Secara kita cuma punya waktu 2 jam buat siap2 (pergi jogging jam 4). Gue cepet2 masak cah kangkung dengan super kilat, sekaligus menyortir baju2 buat di-laundry. Mencoba telp Galuh, sekalian ngajak dia olahraga, tapi sayang gak diangkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sembari masak, ditinggal bentar buat masukin cucian di tempat laundry yang berlokasi di lantai bawah gedung sebelah. Naik lagi ke atas, masak nasi, dan si doi lagi dengan rakusnya menyantap hot dog yang emang dah gue siapin buat dia. Masi sisa satu hot dog, tapi gue ogah makan. Soalnya lagi ngidam makan kangkung super pedas!! Nyam2...lalu, makanlah gue dengan cepat. Kita berdua cepet2 ganti baju dengan setelan sporty. Gak berapa lama, Nina nelpon, ngajakin buat ngambil baju di dry cleaner. Gue bilang aja gue mau jogging, dan gue paksa dia buat ikut. And..she said..."OK!". Cihui...ada ceweknya sebiji lagi deh. Dari situ, melesat ke tempat laundry lagi, buat mindahin cucian ke tumble dry. Keringnya bakal 1 jam 15 menit lagi..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 1/2 5 kita akhirnya ngumpul (biasa...orang Indo tea..kalau gak ngaret gak afdol rasanya). Tapi akhirnya kudu nunggu lagi, karena Nina kudu ganti celana. Masak tu anak mau jogging pake celana jeans?! Gila emang!! Hahahahaha...dan mumpung nunggu Nina, satu cucian gue dah kering, langsung deh...buru2 dipindahin ke kamar. Tapi sisa dua tumble dry lagi belum kelar. Benernya sih, udah mau mengurungkan niat buat jogging, karena kalau gue gak ngeluarin cucian, orang2 bakal mindahin tu cucian ke luar. Takutnya malah dipajang ntar di tempat cucian, kan maluuuuuu...Tapi sang kekasih maksa supaya gue tetep ikut, dengan dalih...karena sekarang udah musim liburan, laundry asrama agak kosong karena dah banyak pelajar yang pulang kampung. So...ikutlah gue, dengan agak2 cemas dan was2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemput Aryo, lalu ngebujuk Abra, tapi tetep gak mau ikut. So, rame2lah...kita ber...berapa ya?! Ada gue, pacar, Koko, Kosa, Dimas, Nina, Aryo, Ber-7...lucky number seven!! Belum sampe pantai, anak2 dah mulai sok2 lari2 gitu di trotoar menuju pantai. Emang gendeng semua!! Pemanasan juga belum udah maen lari2 aja. Well, karena gak mau ketinggalan, ikut2 lari dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, akhirnya kita dah ngumpul depan pantai. Pemanasan-lah kita...dipimpin ibu Nina yang goyangannya memang cihui...hihihihi. Done!! Next step, memilih jalur buat joging, mau ke arah kanan atu kiri. Kita putuskan ke arah kebaikan, yaitu kanan. Well, mulailah kita ber-jogging!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tengah2 jalur, ketemu Kang Pit, yang ternyata emang udah diajak anak2 juga. NAHHHHHHHHH....DARI SINILAH SEMUANYA BERMULA...(hahahaha...jadi bukan bermula dari tulisan super panjang di atas yak?!). Pit bilang...gimana kalau kita lari ampe Poole? (Itu kota sebelah Bournemouth), dia bilang jaraknya gak jauh kok. Dan anak2 sih hayu2 aja. Padahal Poole itu juauhhhhhhhh banget lho!!! Naik bis aja lama...apalagi jogging!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya udah, larilah paling depan ada pacar, Pit, Kosa, Koko dan Aryo. Belum sampe 1/4 perjalanan, anak2 dah mulai pada jalan, yang masi konstan lari cuma gue, Nino (pacar-red) dan Pit. Hahahahhaha....gue terus lari bareng Pit, dan yang memimpin di depan adalah Nino. Kita berdua sempet lari di pantai bagian pasirnya, karena kata Pit bagus buat ngencengin bokong. Aehhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita terus lari...lari..lari...campur jalan juga. Sampe akhirnya setelah menempuh waktu sekitar 30 menit, nyampe juga kita di Poole. Haahahahahaha....hebat yak!!! Dan kita bertiga nunggu anak2 lain asli lama pisannnnnn...sampe kita dah duduk2 deh. Lucunya, kita jadi panik gitu, dan mikir : "jangan2 anak2 begitu nyampe di daerah Alum Chine udah gak tahan, terus..nyetop bis dan pulang lagi?!". Wah...berabe nih!! Gue langsung aja minta Nino untuk nelp anak2, eh...tu orang malah bilang kalau semua hp dan dompet dititipin di Dimas. Lha?! Gue tanya ama Pit, bawa hp ato engga, eh..dia idem ditto. Untungnya, pit bawa duit, jadi kita gak luntang-lantung. Males aja kalau balik lagi ke bournemouth jalan kaki, juauh banget bo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makin was2...cemas...dan udah makin sok tahu...menebak2 tiap orang yang mendekat ke arah kita sebagai anak2. Untungnya, setelah nunggu selama 10-15 menit, anak2 dah mulai keliatan batang tubuhnya dari  jauh. Dari situ, berlanjutlah perjalanan kita ke Quay. Jalan2 sore dah....untung dah spring, jadi jam 6 sore juga masih terang benderang. Sebetulnya sih bukan jalan2 sore, tapi kita jalan menuju bus station terdekat. Nah...istilah "terdekat" disini agak rancu!! Soalnya bus station-nya asli jauh bangetttttttttttttt...jaraknya sama kali kayak dari Bournemouth ampe kota Poole tadi. Buset dah!! Si Nina aja ampe nanya berkali2, "masih jauh gak nih stasiunnya?!". Herannya, si Pit ama Nino masi kuat aja buat jogging lagi. Gila memang tu orang dua!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otw ke stasiun, Koko bilang : "wah..enak nih kayaknya kalau makan pisang ama roti bakar. Pake meses ama keju..". Wah...idenya Koko langsung ditanggepin deh...gue dan Nina langsung mikir buat belanja2 kebutuhan roti dan pisang bakar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh.....akhirnya nyampe juga kita di stasiun setelah menempuh waktu sekitar hampir 1 jam!!! Bayangkan!! Satu jam bo'...!!! Kaki kita dah mau mati rasanya!! Sayang gue gak bawa kartu pelajar, jadi kena charge bis 2pound, kagak 50pence. Huhuhuhu....mahal bener yak!! Anyway, begitu nyampe di tempat pemberhentian, si Koko iseng mencet pahanya Nina keras2 (iseng amat tu anak!!), si Nina ampe tergeletak di jalan. Huaahahhahahaha....udah gitu mulai deh, yang laen pada jail saling mau mencet paha (maklum, habis lari berkilo2, pastinya sakit abis tu paha!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak berapa lama, gue baru sadar kalau kunci kamar gue masi di Dimas, sedangkan tadi Dimas dah turun di tempat yang berbeda. Jadilah...mengutus Nino buat ambil tu kunci. Sisanya, gue, Koko, Kosa dan Nina ke ASDA, belanja buat buka warung roti dan pisang. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelar belanja (otw balik ke asrama, rintik2 ujan...wah..lengkap sudah penderitaan kita. hihihihi..), gue langsung buru2 ngintip tempat laundry, ngecek apa cucian gue dikeluarin dengan gak senonoh ama orang2 ato engga. Eh...untungnya cuma satu cucian aja yang dikeluarin, yang satu lagi enggak. Amin dehhh...So, buru2 deh ngambil tu cucian pake tas-nya Nina. Gak berapa lama pacar dateng membawa kunci kamar. Sampe kamar, langsung masak buat makan malem, sembari nunggu Nino kelar mandi. Lanjut, gue mandi. Dan...setelah seger kena air anget....makan yang pedes2 rasanya memang mantaBBBB....gak berapa lama Kosa dateng, dan bergabung ikutan makan malem bareng kita. Kelar makan, waktu dah nunjukin jam 10 malem. Dan sembari nunggu anak2 lain pada dateng, nonton Desperate Housewive deh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempet lamaaaaaaa...banget nungguin anak2...gak taunya si Koko lagi nge-print lagu buat kita nyanyi2 sembari makan roti dan pisang bakar tea. Tak berapa lama, mulai datanglah anak2, dengan tambahan orang2 Nadia, tukang gitar Ari, mama Citra dan Galuh. So, mulailah kita memasak...nyam2...rasanya memang nikmat...makan pisang bakar....dan roti bakar...sembari gigitaran menyanyi rame2. Dah gak peduli mau suara sumbang ato merdu, tetep aja nyanyi kenceng2. Kosa bahkan sampe merem2 gitu kalau nyanyi. Hahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roti bakar...licin tandas.&lt;br /&gt;Pisang bakar, agak gak laku. Hehehe..masih sisa sepiring. Gpp...mayan buat dimakan besok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00.00 am&lt;br /&gt;Nina pada cabut. Tapi serunyaaaaaa...sekitar jam 1-an gitu, gue lagi nyalain tivi, dan liat2 acara tivi, eh...tiba2 ada acara tivi yang absurd gitu. Isinya orang2 telanjang semua. Huahahahha..anak2 langsung pada sigap gitu. Berhenti deh acara gitar2 dan nyanyi2!! Hahahhaa...semua langsung terpaku liat acara tersebut. Hem..semacam sinetron gitu, tapi isinya orang2 telanjang dimana2. Hihihi..geli deh. Menceritakan tentang cewe yang emang termasuk kaum nudist, dan ternyata seluruh keluarganya juga nudist. Seru dah...kita semua nontonnya sambil ketawa2 mulu gitu. Bayangin...liat orang tua2 campur muda bugil2, sambil nari2 dan joget2 gitu...Hihihhihihi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.00 am&lt;br /&gt;Udah pada cabut semua anak2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.30 am&lt;br /&gt;Sikat gigi, bersiin muka, bobo deh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maunya sih bisa posting foto waktu kita jogging, sayangnya waktu itu gak ada satu pun dari kita yang bawa kamera. So...posting foto waktu pesta roti dan pisang bakar aja yak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ini pisang bakarnya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC00697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC00697.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ini saya lagi nyicip pisang bakar-nya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC00694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC00694.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ini tukang masaknya (buset dah...tukang masak yang satu lagi kayak emang2 gitu, sembari ngeroko..hahaha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC00693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC00693.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ini tukang nyanyi2nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC00691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC00691.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC00696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC00696.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                               Ini salah satu tukang gitar dan penarinya...hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC00699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC00699.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;WHATTA DAY&lt;/span&gt; deh....:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114382783395934061?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114382783395934061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114382783395934061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114382783395934061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114382783395934061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/03/ancurrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Ancurrrrrrrrrr....!!!!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114354073721075382</id><published>2006-03-28T11:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:12:51.473+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery List</title><content type='html'>Ok, here's another list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Grocery%20List.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Grocery%20List.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Button mushroom&lt;br /&gt;2. Flour&lt;br /&gt;3. Chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;4. Dry &amp; Crispy oil&lt;br /&gt;5. Onion leaf&lt;br /&gt;6. Japanese mushroom&lt;br /&gt;7. Tempura flour&lt;br /&gt;8. Hot dog bun&lt;br /&gt;9. Hot &amp; Spicy sauce&lt;br /&gt;10. Toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;11. Liquid soap&lt;br /&gt;12. Body lotion&lt;br /&gt;13. Chocolate jam&lt;br /&gt;12. Bread&lt;br /&gt;13. Cereal&lt;br /&gt;14. Beansprout&lt;br /&gt;15. Spinach&lt;br /&gt;16. Meatball&lt;br /&gt;17. Spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;18. Spaghetti sauce&lt;br /&gt;19. Cheese&lt;br /&gt;20. Minced meat&lt;br /&gt;21. Chicken&lt;br /&gt;22. Ben &amp; Jerry's ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else? Hem...hopefully I'm not forgetting sumthin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114354073721075382?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114354073721075382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114354073721075382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114354073721075382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114354073721075382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/03/grocery-list.html' title='Grocery List'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114354031443683672</id><published>2006-03-28T11:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:05:14.450+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listing Yer Life</title><content type='html'>There are lotsa things dat I have to do during this Easter holiday, and I believe dat 3 weeks will vanish without I am realising it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, I already made a to-do-list about d stuff dat I should do while I'm having an off day from uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Check%20List.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Check%20List.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. Print pictures and send it to mum&lt;br /&gt;2. Print pictures of ma old hair&lt;br /&gt;3. Cut ma hair&lt;br /&gt;4. Tidy up ma room&lt;br /&gt;5. Calculating ma financial and made a report of it&lt;br /&gt;6. Up date ma blog (which i kept doing it...)&lt;br /&gt;7. Claim ma money back from uni&lt;br /&gt;8. Copied the Harvard system of referencing&lt;br /&gt;9. Cook something unusual&lt;br /&gt;10. Tidy up ma i-tunes list&lt;br /&gt;11. Go to apple centre in London&lt;br /&gt;12. Buy food processor&lt;br /&gt;13. Do laundry&lt;br /&gt;14. Fixing d light bulb of ma study desk&lt;br /&gt;15. Fixing d toilet seat&lt;br /&gt;16. Clean ma bathroom&lt;br /&gt;17. Print me and ma bf's picture together&lt;br /&gt;18. Clean ma blue converse shoes&lt;br /&gt;19. Giving back Citra's food container&lt;br /&gt;20. Take ma lunch box from ma bf's flat&lt;br /&gt;21. Search info for cultural organisation in UK for PPI UK&lt;br /&gt;22. Writing post card&lt;br /&gt;23. Send it&lt;br /&gt;24. Pay the flat rent&lt;br /&gt;25. Do grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;26. Send ratio through e-mail&lt;br /&gt;27. Have a party outside with Deniz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do d assignment of NME and Media Finance&lt;br /&gt;29. Preparing ma dissertation proposal !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...help me w/ all of those list...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114354031443683672?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114354031443683672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114354031443683672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114354031443683672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114354031443683672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/03/listing-yer-life.html' title='Listing Yer Life'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114347936365285656</id><published>2006-03-27T18:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:10:36.893+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iseng pt.2</title><content type='html'>Kalau kemaren2 iseng pengen tau diri gue merepresentasikan genre film apa, sekarang iseng pengen coba tes lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak tau kenapa jadi demen gitu, ngisi2 kuesioner dari Tickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, kali ini judulnya : "WHAT IS YOUR TRUE COLOUR?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And d answer is completely out of ma prediction, cuz d result is : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Orange.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Orange.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bold, confident orange. A warm, powerful color that indicates a strong, welcoming personality, orange is the mark of people who are social and extroverted by nature. Vibrant, with an upbeat attitude, you have a bright, inviting demeanor. Energetic and fun-loving, you're a real friend-magnet. Your easy charm and unassuming manner make you the sort of person people want to meet and get to know better. Well-rounded and fun to be around, you enjoy helping others, so it's no surprise that orange also symbolizes attraction. Orange is an extraordinary color — for an extraordinary person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note = hem...hem...hampir bener sih penjelasannya, tapi kenapa ya warnanya harus orange?! Wah, jadi inget tadi sepatu warna orange yang dipake Galuh...lucuuuuuuuuu...!! Eh, apaan sih...gak nyambung gini. Huahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya sutralah, ini posting gak penting. Hihihihi...cuma lagi pengen nulis aja di blog. Banyak yang mau diceritain, tapi satu per satu deh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114347936365285656?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114347936365285656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114347936365285656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114347936365285656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114347936365285656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/03/iseng-pt2.html' title='Iseng pt.2'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114304771504310090</id><published>2006-03-22T17:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:48:41.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful Thing</title><content type='html'>This week will be my last lecture for my course. :( &lt;br /&gt;Phewww...time is running so fast, isn't it? Like a blink of an eye. I didn't realise that the course is going to be over, and the last thing we abide to do is dissertation. &lt;br /&gt;Last week, one of my closest course-mate (Akul) gave me a letter. He also gave different letters to each of his course-mate. I thought it wasn't something special, but my guess was wrong. For me, it's the nicest and thoughtful thing dat someone can do at the end of the term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further a due, here's the insight of the letter :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Letter%20Bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Letter%20Bottle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Icha, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have probably interacted with you the most from all the people on the course and have always been astounded by your willingness to help those around you. Frankly, if it was not for your printer and all those amazing books you kept and your thorough research on what expected in each assignment, I would not have seen the light of Term 2. You are my den official guide to getting thru MABFM in Bournemouth University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for bringing your experiences insights and views into the course and I am save that in the end, they will be more valuable than the piece of paper that BU hands out to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cheerful, hard working and intelligent girl who endear all around her. I am sure your will and determination will take you where your heart desires. And Amen!! to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geographically you are my next door neighbour and I will be surprised if you don't visit India. And when you do, I will not let you stay anywhere except my house. You have no choice in it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am putting down at the end of this letter my contact details which are about as permanent as I can give now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever hesitate to give a shout for whatever reason, or for that matter, for no reason at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for whatever you choose to do in life and keep the faith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akul's signature&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To be continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Letter%20Water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Letter%20Water.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114304771504310090?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114304771504310090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114304771504310090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114304771504310090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114304771504310090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/03/thoughtful-thing.html' title='Thoughtful Thing'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114286103547789093</id><published>2006-03-20T13:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:26:36.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I ?!</title><content type='html'>Just got an interesting result from a test send by ma Piscean ol' friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a movie, you'd be a Romantic Comedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/comedy_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/comedy_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww. With your sense of humor and spunk, you're a match made in heaven with a feel-good romantic comedy. From stories of serendipity to love at first sight to love lost and found again, these are the kinds of movies that melt your heart and make you love that loving feeling.  Whether you're lucky in love or could use Cupid's help, you've got that same lighthearted attitude and irresistibly sweet quality as your movie match. When life throws you a curve, you take it in stride and throw in a little laughter to make the day a bit brighter. So keep warming people's hearts with your sweet smile and adorable approach to life. All you need is love — and laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment: many people always said dat I'm an optimistic person for whatever the situation will be. In fact, many of ma friend said dat I m a cheerful person, love to laugh and have a nice laugh n smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, probably they were right, considering dat the test was saying d same words just like ma friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second opinion?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114286103547789093?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114286103547789093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114286103547789093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114286103547789093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114286103547789093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/03/am-i.html' title='Am I ?!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114255207626832887</id><published>2006-03-16T23:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T08:18:18.556+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedug...(lagi?!)</title><content type='html'>Buset dah...kayaknya hari ini hari kejedug sedunia kali ya?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih berlokasi di perpus...kali ini saya gak 'natap' (istilah Jawa untuk "terbentur") meja, melainkan di'tatap' kotak tisu plastik yang ada di toilet. Bermula dari...hem, jelaslah...pergi ke WC and did ma business (pee lho...pee...maklum AC perpus lumayan dingin, mana udara di luar jugakan masih winter2 gitu). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selesailah gue dengan urusan bisnis, selanjutnya jelas menarik tisu. Tapi yang ada, baruuuuuuu....aja narik tisu yang pertama dengan pelan2, tiba2 aja penutup plastiknya kebuka dan "JEDUG...!!" nimpa pelipis kanan gue dengan kerasnya dong!!!! Hem...sebetulnya nimpa deket pelipis kanan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah deh...lengkap benjol di kepala gue...2 biji kayak gunung balapan. Hihihihi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114255207626832887?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114255207626832887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114255207626832887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114255207626832887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114255207626832887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/03/jeduglagi.html' title='Jedug...(lagi?!)'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114251766454703509</id><published>2006-03-16T14:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T21:01:04.560+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedug...!!!</title><content type='html'>(&gt;_&lt;) (&gt;_&lt;) (&gt;_&lt;) Uh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malunya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lg di perpus sekarang (man...dah beberapa kali posting kayaknya semua mengindikasikan kalau gue lagi di perpus mulu, hu...whatta life I have...), as usual..mencoba menyelesaikan assignment yang due date-nya besok dan gue baru kelar sekitar 40%. Hiksssssss..!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait...ini cerita malu ga ada kejadian ama assignment. Tapi tadi sebelum nyalain laptop, kan kudu nyolok chargernya dan chargernya adanya di bawah meja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi jongkok di bawah..baru aja mau nyolok, tiba2 "DUG!!" (KENCENG BANGET DAH..!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUE KEJEDUK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh, udah suaranya kenceng plus gue lagi di ruang Post Graduate room pula!!! Yang orangnya kebanyakan pada tenang2 dan tidak bersuara. So...ada suara dikit cukup men-distract mereka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sesaat habis gue kejeduk, gue pura2 aja agak lama ngendon di bawah meja. Sok2...lagi nyolok kabel. Soalnya begitu gue kejeduk, gue denger suara orang2 pada nahan ketawa. Duhhhhhh....malu dong, wajah ter-ekspos ama bule2 yang ganteng ituh. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...sampe sekarang masih benjol kayaknya! Hiks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo wis ah...cuma mo posting selewat aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi...dirimu...'Social Research Methods', 'Qualitative Researching With Text, Image and Sound', 'Qualitative Market Research', 'Quantitative Research for The Behavioural Sciences', 'Social Research', dan 'The Quality of Qualitative Research' (serta beberapa yang gue gak bawa karena berat...), here I come...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Miss BenjoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114251766454703509?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114251766454703509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114251766454703509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114251766454703509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114251766454703509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/03/jedug.html' title='Jedug...!!!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114232355455577190</id><published>2006-03-14T08:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:10:29.810+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huggy - Huggable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Hug%20in%20d%20jungle.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Hug%20in%20d%20jungle.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Pelukan%20depan%20Mobil.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Pelukan%20depan%20Mobil.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Hug%20away.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Hug%20away.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once asked me : "what's on your mind when u hug someone?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing that question, I was suddenly in a scene of complete silence and blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I never think anything when I hug someone. Whether it is someone very special - lover, friends, family, brother, sister, etc-, or someone that has a business relationship, it's all d same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, hug is a hug...where u can find comfort and bond with the related person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the action that counts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like most about hugging someone or being hugged by s.o is the feeling you have; warm, relax, protected, and all the rest ... (you can add anything u want). Personally, when I did the action, my mind was shut and usually blank, although the person that I hug is my lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being questioned by those words made me think about the process of huggy-huggable, which then lead me to some hypotheses. I realise that whenever I hug someone, I didn't want my brain to work overload, I didn't want to be distracted with all different kind of things - running in my mind like a lion which is trying so hard to catch d zebra -.&lt;br /&gt;What I want is to enjoy the feeling that I got everytime s.o hugged me, especially being hugged by my boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I tried to think something which related to the person who is hugging me, e.g: "I love him...", or..."hem...he smells good", or..."I couldn't breathe!! Help me!!". In the end, I found that it was terribly annoying. Because I lost the meaning of hug. I don't have the comfort anymore, nor the bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...doesn't mean that I don't love/like the person that I hug, but I guess from the explanation above, you'll understand what I want to cross over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for you...(you..yes you!! The person who raise the question) : &lt;br /&gt;"Thanx for hugging me in such way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Hugging%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Hugging%21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114232355455577190?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114232355455577190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114232355455577190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114232355455577190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114232355455577190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/03/huggy-huggable.html' title='Huggy - Huggable'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114179295567883921</id><published>2006-03-08T04:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T11:43:07.266+07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Me, To You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Young%20People%20Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Young%20People%20Kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KISS OF LIFE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words: Sade Adu &lt;br /&gt;Music: Sade Adu, Paul Denman, Andrew Hale and Stuart Matthewman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must have been an angel by my side&lt;br /&gt;Something heavenly led me to you&lt;br /&gt;Look at the sky&lt;br /&gt;It's the colour of love&lt;br /&gt;There must have been an angel by my side&lt;br /&gt;Something heavenly came down from above&lt;br /&gt;He led me to you&lt;br /&gt;He led me to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He built a bridge to your heart&lt;br /&gt;All the way&lt;br /&gt;How many tons of love inside&lt;br /&gt;I can't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was led to you&lt;br /&gt;I knew you were the one for me&lt;br /&gt;I swear the whole world could feel my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;When I lay eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;Ay ay ay&lt;br /&gt;You wrapped me up in&lt;br /&gt;The colour of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;Kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the kiss that's like&lt;br /&gt;The kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it clear from the start&lt;br /&gt;Look the sky is full of love&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the sky is full of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;Kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the kiss that's like&lt;br /&gt;The kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;Kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the kiss that's like&lt;br /&gt;The kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;Kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the kiss that's like&lt;br /&gt;The kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wrapped me up in the colour of love&lt;br /&gt;Must have been an angel came down from above&lt;br /&gt;Giving me love yeah&lt;br /&gt;Giving me love yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;Kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the kiss of life&lt;br /&gt;Kiss of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114179295567883921?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114179295567883921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114179295567883921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114179295567883921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114179295567883921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-me-to-you.html' title='From Me, To You...'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114174871524076459</id><published>2006-03-07T16:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:25:15.240+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Poem</title><content type='html'>Quote originally from my Nokia 7200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Ini hari melepas senja&lt;br /&gt;.Menangkup gelap sisi malam&lt;br /&gt;.Riuh kerumunan dan lantunan lagu dikejauhan&lt;br /&gt;.Sendiri tapi tidak aku kesepian&lt;br /&gt;.Cukup berteman kerinduan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Palm%20Sunset%20Couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Palm%20Sunset%20Couple.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114174871524076459?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114174871524076459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114174871524076459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114174871524076459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114174871524076459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/03/short-poem.html' title='Short Poem'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114174823832991766</id><published>2006-03-07T16:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:17:18.343+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ease Your Mind, Baby...</title><content type='html'>I m in d library, struggling with my slide. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have presentation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache comes along...&lt;br /&gt;No pain killer nearby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx God some ol' friend send me a light-hearted message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, don't mix em. Play ur book handy n get rid those assignment. Play ur pen hard and wind d paper, we'll finish em in time. &lt;br /&gt;Sounds better isn't it? *smiley face*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wish I can do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, thanx mate...ur message really made ma day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114174823832991766?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114174823832991766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114174823832991766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114174823832991766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114174823832991766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/03/ease-your-mind-baby.html' title='Ease Your Mind, Baby...'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114159769696672786</id><published>2006-03-05T22:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T05:28:17.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis prêt...!!!</title><content type='html'>[Bacanya jangan jadi "pret" as in 'kampret' or 'farting sound' yah...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis prêt = Saya siap!!! (Pakaian sudah dipakai dengan rapi dan siap pergi gitu...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah tinggal 8 bulan di negeri empat musim, saya kadang jadi kangen juga ama Indonesia. Gak ribet!! Cuaca cuma ada 2 biji, kalau gak ujan banjir, ya kering kerontang. Tapi walau bagaimanapun, kostum yang dipake juga tetep sama, mau ujan...mau kemarau...tetep pake baju maksimal 2 lapis doang (t-shirt dan jaket). Malah kalau cewe2 yang merasa badannya ok punya cukup pake teng top aje. Kata "Je suis prêt" ini kayaknya mudah banget untuk diucapin di negara tropis, tapi untuk negara 4 musim (?!), wah...boro2...apalagi di negara uncle Jack ini yang cuacanya sangat tidak bersahabat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayangkan sodara2...kalau dulu di Indo cuma butuh waktu kurang dari 2/3 menit untuk berpakaian kilat, disini...wuaduh..mau sekilat apapun tetep aja lama, apalagi kalau lagi winter seperti sekarang (hem...di UK mah berasa winter mulu, apalagi di Bournemouth yang anginnya bisa lebih kejam daripada ibu tiri). Coba bandingkan :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a). Situasi Indonesia dengan kondisi teman tiba2 spontan ngajak gaul maen. Kondisi sebenarnya : kita lagi pake kostum rumahan yang gak asik dilihat. Akhirnya kita 'mengiyakan' untuk keluar, dan temen kita bilang : "ya udah gih, buruan ganti baju.". Sret..sret...pake rok selutut bahan kaos yang tinggal ditarik doang, sret...sret...pake t-shirt, ambil jaket, terus...langsung pake flip-flop dan udah deh...duduk di mobil temen. Tinggal pake jaket di dalam mobil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b). Situasi yang sama seperti di atas, teman tiba2 ngajak pergi dan ini terjadi di United Kingdom. Sret...sret...pake stocking. Ugh...ah..tarik sana, tarik sini..dorong sana..dorong sini...and..hup-la..akhirnya stocking terpakai. Berikutnya...sret..sret..pake tank top. Sret..sret..pake t-shirt lengan pendek. Sret...sret...pake celana jeans ato rok selutut. Srit..srit...pake kaos kaki panjang. Srot..srot (eh...kok suara orang pilek..!!). Sret..sret..pake jaket jeans. Sret...pake syal...Sret...pake coat. Hem...apalagi lagi yang belum?! Oia..sepatu boots...&lt;br /&gt;Siap deh...keluar kamar, dan begitu udah di tengah jalan baru inget..."Ya elah, sarung tangan lupa deh!!". So...kudu balik lagi...sekalian ambil topi atau kupluk. Alhasil, bentuk kita udah kayak orang2an sawah, bulky berat gitu lho...penuh dengan peralatan perang melawan dinginnya cuaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...coba...bandingkan saja betapa panjang prosesnya pada kondisi bagian b), apalagi kalau resleting coat sering nyangkut, udah deh...makin naik darah aje. Mungkin juga temen yang tadi ngajak, udah keburu ninggalin kita karena lama banget persiapannya. So...no wonder-lah kenapa orang2 bule itu selalu on time, atau orang2 negara 4 musim deh!!! (Jepang, Korea, dkk). Karena mereka kudu sudah memperhitungkan semuanya, seperti berapa lama waktu yang dibutuhkan untuk berpakaian, buka bajunya begitu tiba di tempat tujuan, dll. Beda ama Indonesia yang apa2 mudah banget berjalan secara cepat dan spontan. La wong emang dari berpakaian aja gak repot!!! Terus...untuk di UK, boro2 juga...kita bisa bawa jaket dan baru dipake di luar, karena dinginnya itu lho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus...paling males kalau akhirnya tiba di rumah orang, yang mengharuskan kita copot coat, jaket, dan sepatu boots atau sepatu jenis lainnya. Kayaknya lamaaaaaa...banget rasanya sebelum akhirnya kita bisa duduk dan ngobrol. Terus..paling serba salah kalau tiba2 berada di tempat yang heaternya panas banget, kitanya jadi super gerahhhh...!! Begitu berinisiatif untuk buka coat, tiba2 udah dingin lagi...haduh...haduh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all, paling muales kalau lagi window shopping terus liat ada baju bagus. Nah, begitu mau nyoba baju, mempreteli perangkat perangnya aja butuh waktu lama, belum mematut-matut diri depan kaca, terus...begitu dah kelar nyoba baju, kudu pake si perangkat perang itu lagi. Duh, Tuhan....tolong!!! Paling sepet kalau kebagian mau nyoba celana/rok/dress, dan kita lagi pake stocking saat itu, soalnya ada beberapa kasus sang stocking kudu dicopot dulu...baru kemudian dipake lagi. Kalau udah gitu, rasanya hasrat belanja turun. Jadinya sekarang kudu pinter2 ngakalin cara berpakaian. Kalau emang lagi niat buat coba2 baju, pilih hari yang cerah, supaya bisa pake baju yang gak terlalu berlapis2. Dan..manusiawi-lah kalau satu orang bisa lama banget di dalam ruang ganti. Jangan dibandingkan di Indo yak!! Yang kalau lama dikit bisa2 pintunya digedor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang2 malah bule2 disini saking ogahnya nyopot coat, dkk, mereka maen beli aja bajunya. Lalu dicoba di rumah, kalau gak cocok....ya gampang...Tinggal refund ajah (sepertinya ide refund muncul dari sini kali yah?! Hehehehe...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kangen summer nih....!! Bener2 deh merasakan, mengapa para foreigner itu doyan negara tropis dan merindukan matahari. Malah kadang suka mikir gini : "percuma juga yak pake baju bagus, karena toh ketutupan ama coat dan jaket". Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi lumayanlah...bisa jadi pelajaran, jadi bisa lebih mensyukuri cuaca Indonesia. Hem....seru juga nih kalau diadain lomba cepet2an siap mulai dari stocking, tank top, t-shirt, celana, jaket, coat, kaos kaki, sepatu, sarung tangan dan topi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang siap duluan bilang : "Je suis prêt" dengan lantang yak!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114159769696672786?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114159769696672786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114159769696672786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114159769696672786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114159769696672786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/03/je-suis-prt.html' title='Je suis prêt...!!!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-114131586263336690</id><published>2006-03-02T16:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:28:53.496+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vodka-Orange?!</title><content type='html'>Hehehehehe...*cengengesan*&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehehehehehe...*lebih cengenges2*&lt;br /&gt;Hihihihihihihihihihihihihihihihi...*agak sinting dikit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, mungkin itu reaksi yang orang2 berikan ketika gue ceritain me accident-vodka-drink-that-i-thought-just-an-orange-juice. Yap..yap...I'm not lying here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, wanita bernama Nisa Hidayati, yg 16 hari lagi berumur 25 tahun, mendapat pengalaman pertama meminum minuman haram bernama Vodka di negeri Pangeran William ini. Kejadian bermula dari :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 1]&lt;br /&gt;Ada ide untuk membuat party khusus anak2 MA BFM [stands for Master Broadcast and Film Management].&lt;br /&gt;Ide bermula saat gue dan 2 teman kuliah (Natalia dan Neha) makan siang bareng di kantin kampus, dan berbicara mengenai kehidupan satu sama lain. Tiba2 Natalia kepikiran untuk ngadain social party untuk MA BFM, kalau kata dia to get to know each other more. To quote from her : "...and know my flatmate much better than ma own classmate". Ok..fair enough...karena selama ini kalau kita mau ngadain kumpul2 jurusan, gak semua orang bisa dateng. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 2]&lt;br /&gt;Menyetujui ide tersebut, memutuskan hari dan tempat. Kirim sms ke semua anak2, dengan ide masing2 orang membawa makanan yang merupakan makanan khas dari negaranya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 3]&lt;br /&gt;Masak opor (yang dalam beberapa jam kemudian dikira Kari Ayam ama anak2. Hihihi..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 4]&lt;br /&gt;Attend d party, dengan membawa opor ayam, bawa crisps, gelas plastik, sendok+garpu plastik, bawa rice cooker yang tentunya sudah ada nasinya. Keajaiban kali ya gue bisa bawa rice cooker. Tapi tenang....party-nya emang di asrama gue kok, jadi tinggal turun ke lantai bawah aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 5]&lt;br /&gt;Menunggu yang lain sambil foto2 dulu. Hebatnya...walau dari kita gak ada janjian siapa yang bakal masak starter / appetizer, main course, etc...hidangan yang ada di meja makan bisa merepresentasikan itu semua. Neha dengan samosa-nya, Natalia dengan Russian Saladnya dan strawberry cheesecake, dan gue dengan main course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 6]&lt;br /&gt;Eric datang. Menjemput dia di bawah, dan dia bilang : " I am so sorry that I didn't bring any food with me. But believe me, I tried to cook Ghanaian food for the whole day, but something was wrong. Well, if all of you insisted, I can bring it...but trust me...after eating it, all of you will go to the loo quite often." Ma reaction : *big grin*. "Well, that's ok Eric. Probably next time you can try ur luck." (Pikir2...ogah juga kalau ending-nya ntar kudu nelp NHS). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 7]&lt;br /&gt;Akul datang membawa dessert khas India. Warnanya ijo mencrong gitu dah....*mencurigakan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 8]&lt;br /&gt;Chat..chit..chat...sambil ngunyah tentunya. Btw, the Russian salad was marvelous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 9]&lt;br /&gt;Masing2 menunjukkan album foto masing2, bermula dari...hem..siapa duluan yah?!, Eric kayaknya. Kocak juga liat foto2 dia, ada 2 album foto yang dia bawa. Than bergilir ke Natalia. Buset dah..fotonya ciamik gitu, gak nyangka kalau itu dia, beda bangettttt....kalau Eric sih kasi komentarnya : "...I guess this pic was taken when she was young..." (tentunya ketika mengucapkan hal ini, orang ybs is not arround yah....). Huahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 10]&lt;br /&gt;Gue naik ke atas, ke kamar buat ngambil laptop. Soalnya gue gak bawa foto apa2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 11]&lt;br /&gt;Akul showed his pic from his laptop. Nah.....bentar lagi klimaks nih....jadi karena dari tadi sibuk dengerin semua orang ngomong, gue baru sadar kalau gue haus banget. Dan...gak jauh dari situ, ada gelas isinya orange juice. Gue pikir : "wah...ini kayaknya bekas gelas gue tadi.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 12]&lt;br /&gt;Minum dengan cepat saking hausnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 13]&lt;br /&gt;Minuman dah hampir abis, dan saat itu kepikiran "Kok orange juice-nya rasanya aneh ya?! Pait2 gitu...jangan2 dah basi lagi?!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 14]&lt;br /&gt;Akul yelled : "hey...that's ma glass. I put vodka in it, and I mix it with d juice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 15]&lt;br /&gt;Saya. Iya...saya...!!! Bengong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 16]&lt;br /&gt;Saya : "no wonder!!! This juice tastes weird...Yuck..yuck!!! YUCKKKKKKKKKK....!!!" =&gt; see ma reaction in the picture (it was taken candid by Neha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 17]&lt;br /&gt;Everybody laughed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 18]&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya semua orang nyetanin untuk melanjutkan minum pure Vodka tanpa jus. Buset dah...jelas2 langsung gue tepis. La wong dicampur juice aja gue gak suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 19]&lt;br /&gt;Dada dan perut berasa panas gitu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene 20]&lt;br /&gt;Semua akhirnya tepuk tangan dan bilang : "yey...finally Nisa consumes alcohol!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can just consider it as one of the unforgettable experience while I'm in UK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...this is the pic before we start the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/MABFM_social_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/MABFM_social_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 5 people came out of 12. Ada yang gak bisa dateng karena masih di rumah sakit, ada yang lagi di London, ada yang pacaran, ada yang pacarnya sakit, dll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/MABFM_social_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/MABFM_social_010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kejadian vodka-accident &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/MABFM_social_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/MABFM_social_012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-114131586263336690?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/114131586263336690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=114131586263336690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114131586263336690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/114131586263336690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2006/03/vodka-orange.html' title='Vodka-Orange?!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-113462145558627343</id><published>2005-12-15T04:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T11:38:37.580+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Pavement.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Pavement.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that Bournemouth can be so quite at night. Today while I'm typing my assignment at 4 in the morning, I stopped hearing the sound of a fast car in the highway. Since I live in 10th floor, usually I heard quite a high tune of the "whoosh-whoosh" sound. Probably because there are only 2 people left in my flat. Most of them already gone back home to their home country, celebrating holiday and having a reunion with their closest friend and family. It left me with this hollow-feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I am quite enjoy in having my private kitchen, hall and listening to a heavy loud music (me?! Loud?! Oh...believe me, I can be that kind of woman). And oh yes...slamming the door whenever I wanted to. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got to do ma business again in making strategy for News Corporation. I've been quite impress with the progress, hopefully I can manage to finish it on-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, perhaps we can meet again "Silent Night"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-113462145558627343?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/113462145558627343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=113462145558627343' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113462145558627343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113462145558627343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/12/silent-night.html' title='Silent Night'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-113448373836073364</id><published>2005-12-13T14:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:24:10.020+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impatient. Yes, I AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Harry%20Potter%20Utama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Harry%20Potter%20Utama.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hu-uh...i am really eager to watch Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't...until this assignment finish. Hiks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note= for U who i already promised to watch d movie 2gether, thanx for keeping d promise and wait patiently 'till d rite time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gettin' there..., baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeee...haaaaaaaa...!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-113448373836073364?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/113448373836073364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=113448373836073364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113448373836073364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113448373836073364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/12/impatient-yes-i-am.html' title='Impatient. Yes, I AM'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-113440158288403923</id><published>2005-12-12T15:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:33:42.926+07:00</updated><title type='text'>People That I die For</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Kate%20%26%20Leopold%20Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Kate%20%26%20Leopold%20Pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL...&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Sting&lt;br /&gt;OST. Kate &amp; Leopold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I caught the world in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;And everything was still beneath the moon&lt;br /&gt;Without your love would it shine for me?&lt;br /&gt;If I was smart as Aristotle&lt;br /&gt;And understood the rings around the moon&lt;br /&gt;What would it all matter if you loved me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still&lt;br /&gt;With a million dreams to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;And a matter of moments until the dancing ends&lt;br /&gt;Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear&lt;br /&gt;Not a solitary thing would I fear&lt;br /&gt;Except when this moment comes near the dancing's end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I caught the world in an hourglass&lt;br /&gt;Saddled up the moon so we could ride&lt;br /&gt;Until the stars grew dim, Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll meet a stranger &lt;br /&gt;And all the noise is silenced in the room&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel that you're close to some mystery&lt;br /&gt;In the moonlight and everything shatters&lt;br /&gt;You feel as if you've known her all your life&lt;br /&gt;The world ¡s oldest lesson in history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still&lt;br /&gt;With a million dreams to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;And a matter of moments until the dancing ends&lt;br /&gt;Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear&lt;br /&gt;Not a solitary thing do I fear&lt;br /&gt;Except when this moment comes near the dancing ¡s end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if I caught the world in an hourglass&lt;br /&gt;Saddled up the moon and we would ride&lt;br /&gt;Until the stars grew dim &lt;br /&gt;Until the time that time stands still, Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Note : I love the movie because of Huge Jackman appereance (oh man...I adore his sexy cheek and smile, and his eyes as well...) and of course ma fave actress Meg Ryan. Although the story was cliche, but i just love the chemistry between them]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hearing Huge Jackman speaking in French!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Overall, what make me falling in love deeply with the movie is because of the song.]&lt;br /&gt;[Performed by the one and only Sting, a guy whom i wanted to marry when i was still in senior high school, a guy who can melt ma heart into pieces through a comforting sound and music.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can such a person like him create a gently yet a touchy lyric and song?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, people said...as u getting older, the wiser u could be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Smile..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-113440158288403923?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/113440158288403923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=113440158288403923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113440158288403923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113440158288403923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/12/people-that-i-die-for.html' title='People That I die For'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-113412610543874050</id><published>2005-12-09T11:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T18:03:30.066+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found....IT...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Bersyukur.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Bersyukur.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[+] I found it!!!&lt;br /&gt;(*) Really?!&lt;br /&gt;[+] Yap!!!&lt;br /&gt;(*) Thanx God then....Thanx u very much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mysterious wallet finally appeared&lt;br /&gt;Does it make u angry if u realised that u lost something that's really valuable?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, u felt relief when u finally found it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-113412610543874050?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/113412610543874050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=113412610543874050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113412610543874050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113412610543874050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/12/foundit.html' title='Found....IT...!!!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-113406477323601588</id><published>2005-12-08T18:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:07:13.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Life, ain't?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Ketik.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/Ketik.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!&lt;br /&gt;where r u?&lt;br /&gt;did u finally get the wallet?&lt;br /&gt;i hope u do..&lt;br /&gt;i'm in d library, 3rd floor. just finished ma presentation 10mnts ago.&lt;br /&gt;it ran smooth, thanx god.&lt;br /&gt;the lecture liked ma anaylsis. ￼&lt;br /&gt;analysis.&lt;br /&gt;u there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    +++ yup i'm here&lt;br /&gt;                                                     i didnt find my wallet&lt;br /&gt;                                                     i went to asda and plivce station&lt;br /&gt;                                                     and theres nothing+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;hope u finally find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     +++so i just rush to the bank&lt;br /&gt;                                                    dont worry+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are pissed off?&lt;br /&gt;are u pissed off&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    +++no&lt;br /&gt;                                                    just feel bad&lt;br /&gt;                                                    not pissed off+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...so, basically..where r u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    +++i'm in my room&lt;br /&gt;                                                    cos i dont know where i have to go+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, just stay there then.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo! Messenger: somebody has signed out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    +++and i just wanna be alone rite now&lt;br /&gt;                                                    suddenly&lt;br /&gt;                                                    something cross my mind+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's fine...&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    +++yeah&lt;br /&gt;                                                    and maybe i'm not going to spend the day in my room+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;u just want to walk around, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    +++well.....u know where to find me (maybe everone else does)....&lt;br /&gt;                                                    now its not about my wallet anymore fyi........+++&lt;br /&gt;                                                    [...]&lt;br /&gt;                                                    well congarts for yer report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    +++and your fabolous presentation&lt;br /&gt;                                                    goodbye now....+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then, i will not bother u again. c ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF TYPING...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-113406477323601588?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/113406477323601588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=113406477323601588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113406477323601588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113406477323601588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-life-aint.html' title='This is Life, ain&apos;t?!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-113387920952583017</id><published>2005-12-06T14:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:27:28.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Conversation</title><content type='html'>I guess we never had enough of time...&lt;br /&gt;Come here, please hold my hand for now&lt;br /&gt;Help me, I'm scared please show me how to fight (life) this&lt;br /&gt;Please stay until I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm here hold on to me I'm right here&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and take&lt;br /&gt;My one last breath, and don't forget&lt;br /&gt;That I will be right here&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thx...i really need that.............]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who ever held you&lt;br /&gt;Would tell you the way I’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who ever wanted you&lt;br /&gt;Would try to tell you what I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was the feeling that you ain’t faking&lt;br /&gt;The only one you ever thought about&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute can’t you see that i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall from the stars&lt;br /&gt;Straight into your arms&lt;br /&gt;I feel you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[so sweet and nice....&lt;br /&gt;cause this time I aint faking anything to u....&lt;br /&gt;just the way i am]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-113387920952583017?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/113387920952583017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=113387920952583017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113387920952583017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113387920952583017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/12/small-conversation.html' title='Small Conversation'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-113372713132685339</id><published>2005-12-04T20:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T03:12:11.336+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[T.E.M.P.T.E.D]</title><content type='html'>[-] I'm so tempted to...&lt;br /&gt;[+]Walk around&lt;br /&gt;[+]Travelling around UK&lt;br /&gt;[+]Eat in d new restaurant&lt;br /&gt;[+]Go to d beach&lt;br /&gt;[+]Shopping spree&lt;br /&gt;[+]Went to a party&lt;br /&gt;[+]Clubbing&lt;br /&gt;[+]Wear a b*tchy dress&lt;br /&gt;[+]Put a fully make-up&lt;br /&gt;[+]Hang around as in "GAUL"&lt;br /&gt;[+]Gossip&lt;br /&gt;[+]Share something w/ someone&lt;br /&gt;[+]Warm touch&lt;br /&gt;[+]Hugs&lt;br /&gt;[+]Smell man's parfume&lt;br /&gt;[+]Reading new book that i just bought&lt;br /&gt;[+]Go to cinema&lt;br /&gt;[+]Kisses&lt;br /&gt;[+]Non stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;[+]Watch ma collection of DVD&lt;br /&gt;[+]Flirting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't...&lt;br /&gt;Those assignments just keep on calling me...&lt;br /&gt;They yelled : "Finish me...finish me...Do me!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm still tempted anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Shoes%20tempting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Shoes%20tempting.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-113372713132685339?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/113372713132685339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=113372713132685339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113372713132685339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113372713132685339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/12/tempted.html' title='[T.E.M.P.T.E.D]'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-113201803709337338</id><published>2005-11-15T01:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T08:29:50.136+07:00</updated><title type='text'>JCC...*screaming*</title><content type='html'>[JCC stands for "Jamie Cullum's Concert"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/catchingtales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/catchingtales.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       &lt;br /&gt;1. Woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;(My boyfriend supposed to wake me up at 6.30am, but he miss-called me at 8am. But I didn't blame him, it was my fault anyway...) &lt;br /&gt;2. Panicked.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jumped from the bed.&lt;br /&gt;4. Took quick shower.&lt;br /&gt;5. Called Galuh.&lt;br /&gt;6. Deniz knocked ma door. Oh my God...she was ready...(she just told me that she wanted to go early because she wanted to take money 1st). *nodded at her*&lt;br /&gt;7. Called Nina that I will go downstair.&lt;br /&gt;8. Suddenly had a nature call...mayday..mayday...I should go to the bathroom...So..i called Nina.&lt;br /&gt;9. Finished the business. :p&lt;br /&gt;10. Waited for Galuh.&lt;br /&gt;11. Nervous...."Where is she?"&lt;br /&gt;12. Deniz called from the train station.&lt;br /&gt;13. Walked very fast to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;14. Bought breakfast (good croissants!!)&lt;br /&gt;15. Off we go...to Brighton.&lt;br /&gt;16. Stopped at Clapham Junction. Got confused. Didn't know which platform we were supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;17. Nina and Galuh asked the information desk.&lt;br /&gt;18. Got it!!! Platform 9!!&lt;br /&gt;19. Went to Brighton...&lt;br /&gt;20. Jamie Cullum...here I come...!!!&lt;br /&gt;21. Picked up by a very nice girl name Oki. But then...we called her "Mbak Ria".&lt;br /&gt;22. Walked around Brighton. Lovely city...i loved it very much...passed a busy flea market. Almost like Paris with their narrow streets. Took photograph in front of the "Pavilion" (looked like a mosque).&lt;br /&gt;23. Stopped @ Chinese Restaurant. (Met with France girl named Julie. Nice girl..)&lt;br /&gt;24. Had an orgasm (:p) because of the spicy and delicious foods. We ate "Kangkung Belacan.." (Oh God...how I miss that veggie..!!). We ate like an animal, huahahahhahaha....&lt;br /&gt;25. Walked to Mbak Ria's place. Put the bag.&lt;br /&gt;26. Exchange the Jamie Cullum's ticket.&lt;br /&gt;27. Stride down the street. Shopping spree...&lt;br /&gt;28. Got nothing...:(&lt;br /&gt;29. Stopped @ Starbucks [Frappucino Caramel Blended w/ Whip Cream]. Chatted with Deniz while waiting for Galuh and Nina.&lt;br /&gt;30. Went to a shop, desperately wanted some jeans.&lt;br /&gt;31. Not my lucky day for shopping [the opposite for Nina and Galuh. They got a very good jacket and cool jeans)&lt;br /&gt;32. Heading to Brighton Center. Finally!!!&lt;br /&gt;33. Quick stop to buy a french fries.&lt;br /&gt;34. Queing (2 lesbians girl in front of us)&lt;br /&gt;35. Bought the catalogue contain of Jamie Cullum's picture (£6)&lt;br /&gt;36. T-shirt merchandise...Arghhhh....so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;37. Waited...&lt;br /&gt;38. Waited...&lt;br /&gt;39. Bought a water w/ Deniz.&lt;br /&gt;40. Got offended by 2 crazy guys.&lt;br /&gt;41. Pee.&lt;br /&gt;42. Sat on our chairs. Separated from Deniz.&lt;br /&gt;43. Opening band : BEADY BELLE (good band!! Thought to buy their newest album)&lt;br /&gt;44. JAMIE...JAMIE...JAMIE...!!! WE WANT JAMIE...!!!&lt;br /&gt;45. On stage...live..!!! With a neat shirt (but then he took it off)&lt;br /&gt;46. 4 girls behind us is a huge fan of Jamie Cullum. Non-stop screaming...and yelling "I love you, Jamie..." "Marry Me Jamie!!" [he replied : have you pick up d date, yet?!] "He's so..cute", and so on...the worst part...sing along with him.&lt;br /&gt;47. But..yes, I do love Jamie...he's so gifted and talented. &lt;br /&gt;48. Energetic performance, ecletic, unique, modern, contemporary, crazy and fun at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;49. Jamie got an elephant doll from the fan. He kissed HER!! (Girls behind me yelled : "Bitch!!" Huahahha..)&lt;br /&gt;50. Show was getting more H.O.T&lt;br /&gt;51. Amazing...&lt;br /&gt;52. Saw Nina. She was sleeping in the middle of a Jamie Cullum's concert.&lt;br /&gt;53. ????&lt;br /&gt;54. Recorded him...&lt;br /&gt;55. He sang in the middle of the crowd nearly the end of the concert.&lt;br /&gt;56. All d audiences stood up and standing near the stage.&lt;br /&gt;57. Encore...encore...encore...!!&lt;br /&gt;58. :( No more Jamie...to bad...&lt;br /&gt;59. Satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;60. Pee.&lt;br /&gt;61. Talked about the show w/ d rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;62. Called Mba Ria.&lt;br /&gt;63. Felt hungry.&lt;br /&gt;64. Stopped at "Golden Grill".&lt;br /&gt;65. Got free pita bread and tomato rice (thanx Deniz..)&lt;br /&gt;66. Slept all together on the floor. But it was fun...really..!!!&lt;br /&gt;67. Woke up late, again.&lt;br /&gt;68. Went to Thai restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;69. Closed. Not opened yet. Liar!! It written open @ 11am. based on my watch it was already 11.10am&lt;br /&gt;70. Got breakfast at vegetarian restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;71. Nice breakfast!! Veggie sausages. Nyam..nyam..&lt;br /&gt;72. Shameless in the train station.&lt;br /&gt;73. Goodbye to Mbak Ria...Thanx you very much!&lt;br /&gt;74. Changed train at Clapham Junction.&lt;br /&gt;75. Changed train at Basingstoke (almost took the wront train. U...useless train officer!!!)&lt;br /&gt;76. Arrived at Bournemouth.&lt;br /&gt;77. Hiks...it was over...&lt;br /&gt;78. Opened my room.&lt;br /&gt;79. Checked mail.&lt;br /&gt;80. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the Pavilion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC04793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/DSC04793.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC04802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/DSC04802.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Chinese Restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC04821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/DSC04821.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside of Brighton Center...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC04829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/DSC04829.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Jamie Cullum Concert, everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/CIMG1151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/CIMG1151.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jamie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC04847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/DSC04847.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie's ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/CIMG1156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/CIMG1156.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC04896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/DSC04896.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least...More Jamie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/get%20your%20way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/get%20your%20way.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-113201803709337338?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/113201803709337338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=113201803709337338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113201803709337338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113201803709337338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/11/jccscreaming.html' title='JCC...*screaming*'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-113028004195259903</id><published>2005-10-25T23:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T05:43:41.386+07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, Please...</title><content type='html'>Here in UK, while i am living on my own and try to be independent, i realise one important thing. I am a person who love to make schedule and organise something, but hesitate and lazy to make it real. For example, rite now...i supposed to read some case study and analyse it for d seminar. Instead of that, i am busy doing something else. One thing that irritate me is that i already arrange all the things, such as going to the library, borrow the books, etc...Well, everything just look as perfect as it is. Anyway, all d schedule was only a dream...now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please...help me to be more motivated and more dilligent. I felt guilty with my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that i realise is that i am doing good with all the prayer thing. I tried to do my 'tarawih' everyday (which i did) and read the Qur'an. If i think about it, i never plan or schedule it...never...it just comes from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, should i'm not making any plan for my study just like when i did my prayer?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...probably i would kill myself if i do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...God...please..please...please...(rest of it is history...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-113028004195259903?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/113028004195259903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=113028004195259903' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113028004195259903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113028004195259903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/10/god-please.html' title='God, Please...'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-113018395546922260</id><published>2005-10-24T21:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T02:59:15.476+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouquet, anyone?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC045801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/DSC045801.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bought myself a bouquet of flower 2 days ago. It's quite an enjoyable moment and thriling at the same time. For me, it felt like i'm going out for a 1st date with the guy that i adore so much. Funny, eh?! If you think about it, the matter is only about buying a flower, simple thing...but drive me crazy. Perhaps the other way to see it is imagining yourself when you were a little child. You desperately want a big sweet candy. Your saliva were dropping from your mouth, and suddenly...some angel came and gave you that lovely candy. The feeling of buying yourself a flower for d 1st time is very much the same with that old-time-sake feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, once i received a flower from my boyfriend @ his graduation day. Basically it was not from him, but it was from his friend but then he gave it to me. That was the only flower that i received from him. I got the idea of buying the flower from ma flatmate (Deniz - red). When i entered her room, it felt like something more lively grew around her room. And one of d reason is one sweet bouquet flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of maself, now. Everytime i enter my room, i always smile because of that flower. My room became more colourful now...Yippy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-113018395546922260?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/113018395546922260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=113018395546922260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113018395546922260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/113018395546922260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/10/bouquet-anyone.html' title='Bouquet, anyone?!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-112888966118970337</id><published>2005-10-09T21:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T03:31:26.366+07:00</updated><title type='text'>London Gathering 2005</title><content type='html'>Friday, 7 October 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're heading to Cambridge before went to London to attend a gathering held by PPI-London located in Indonesian embassy. They sort of invited us to some gathering to meet with the other students around UK and people who work at d embassy. Neat, huh?! Well, Indonesian people do love "kongkow2 alias kumpul2" (translated = hang out together in a specific places). Anyway, our Indonesian Society called "PPI-Bournemouth" decided to go to Cambridge first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in d morning with joy and thrilled, because i couldn't wait go to there. We used 3 rented cars and I was in d white smallest car with Adit, Syahlan and Davina. Then we stopped to get a fuel, but everybody left us behind, so...we didn't really know where we should go. In fact, we were circling the roundabout near ASDA twice!!! God...that was horrible, the journey hadn't started yet, but we already get lost in the Bournemouth, silly....But thanx God, we finally there...in the highway. The other cars told us to be faster, so we did. We always try to be carefull with the speed camera (i just knew this system). That was one of d reason why we're so late compared with the other cars. Then, we passed several services, and the funny thing was...once we passed the "X" services, the other cars called and told us to go to "X" Services. Mannnn...we were just passing it through...Really...bad communication among us...But it was quite funny, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we were one step ahead...Yippy!!! But then, the other cars were passing through us, again..Hiks...Yes, our car was old, it couldn't go faster than 100mil/hour...and we were in d back again. But then, we got lost anyway..because of the stupid A40 highway, we were supposed to turn left, but we kept on going...so...we were lost. Fortunately, we were not completely lost, we were just taking the long road, not d short cut...Hehehehehe...For me..it was quite a long journey. We spent like almost 5 hours and a half to go to Cambridge. Then we stopped at another service to meet with the other car. So, totally...there were 4 cars. In rush, we headed toward Cambridge, because we already late for d gathering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most funny and annoyed thing was d meeting point in Lorry Services. We heard "Holiday Inn" as the meeting point, but in fact it was "Days Inn". Hihihihi...and they told us to search for "Welcome Drink", while what we could find is "Welcome Break". Oh dear...it was really funny!! But we managed to meet each other. When we finally arrived in Cambridge, we were so busy looking for a parking place (oh, btw...our driver - Syahlan, made me get a little heart attack, because we did U-Turn in a busy road...God...everybody was honking on us). We paid like 1pound and 50p for d parking lot. Then walked to Cam River. This is one of d pic taken while we were walking along side d river : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC04473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC04473.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC04478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC04478.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we rented a boat than we did punting on Cam River. It was faboulus and awesome!!! I can't believe it, so peacefull...Our punting guy was quite crazy, he always teased us and made us screamed, because he frequently unbalanced the boat. I was in the small boat with 4 guys. While d other on a big boat, but it was not a problem for me. So, here is one of d pic taken by Koko :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC04493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC04493.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC04502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC04502.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 30mnts "punting" (they cheated on us, they said the punting will take 45mnts...!!!), we went to London. But againnnnnnnnnnn....we got lost!! Oh man...it was really a horrible journey...but fun at d same time. :D We tried not to be panic and kept ourselves on a good mood. But we were completely hopeless when we realised that we didn't know where we were...Than we asked some1 from d road, and you know what...that guy was very kind, he gave us a map!! Oh...he was our saviour!! Then, we finally on London, but we still didn't know where to go...We were circling the Aldgate a dozen times, then found Barbican Centre. Then we called one of Adit's friend to ask for direction. Luckily, we managed to find d right direction, big thanx to Davina, because she was insisted on looking at d map and learnt about it. All of us were really hungry, because we didn't have anything except a cookies from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached at Indonesian Embassy at 8.30pm, while we were supposed to be there at 4pm. I was so hungry, so i directly went to the food table, and took d plate and all d food. Hehehehehe...We thought that we were d only one who got lost, but actually d other cars hadn't arrived yet, except Jaja's car. Well anyway, it was really a wicked journey, and i was knackered..I met with d other Indonesian students, and had a nice conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..at 11pm, all of us were waiting for d other in front of d embassy. An hour later, a police's car came, and asked us what exactly we were doing. Maybe they thought that we were somekind of terrorist or something (because our embassy located near d American Embassy) hehehehe...it was really a funny situation. Finally our friend finished d meeting, so we could go home. Oh yes, stupid us!! We spent 8pounds to pay for d parking!! While actually, we didn't have to pay, because it was already midnite!! Oh...what a waste of money. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here one of d pic we took from in front of d embassy :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC04534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC04534.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached Bournemouth at 4am, and directly did my sahur with Aziz, one of ma flatmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatta Journey...&lt;br /&gt;Blimey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Thanx a lot for Syahlan, Adit and Davina...We were really a solid team...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-112888966118970337?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/112888966118970337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=112888966118970337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112888966118970337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112888966118970337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/10/london-gathering-2005.html' title='London Gathering 2005'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-112854580256792549</id><published>2005-10-05T22:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T03:56:42.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Lesson on Talbot Campus...</title><content type='html'>Today i supposed 2 have ma 1st lesson in d uni. Compare with d other course, our course was way far left behind, dunno why. And today i just received message from one of ma classmate that we don't have any class for d 11am class. So after sahur, i clicked d uni website, and saw d notice board. And she was right, there's no class for d 11am. So, it left me with one class remain to be attend, the 2pm class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Me and the rest of the classmate just wait for approx. half an hour in d class, but d professor didn't come. Luti called Robin as our programme adm, and he asked us to wait for another 20mnts. That's rubbish!! So we just wait for about 10mnts, then all of us left d class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...i don't have any lesson for d whole day..Give me back ma bus ticket!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this situation reminded me of d old days when i was still in Indonesia doing ma BA. Normally, i would be happy if the teacher didn't come, but 2day...i'm a little bit pissed off. Well, let's think it this way...i already paid (well, ma dad actually) quite a big amount for dis course, but...they are not giving us a good feedback. Anyway...for tomorrow i should read like 5 books and 2 journals for one of ma unit, and..instead of reading it..i'm just writing ma blog and became so..lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some spirit!! Please...push me harder, somebody...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-112854580256792549?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/112854580256792549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=112854580256792549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112854580256792549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112854580256792549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-lesson-on-talbot-campus.html' title='First Lesson on Talbot Campus...'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-112534423601370506</id><published>2005-08-29T20:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T02:43:16.616+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wide Open Beach</title><content type='html'>Walked on the beach on Sunday afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;Nice&lt;br /&gt;Seen couple of things&lt;br /&gt;Sunny day,&lt;br /&gt;Great day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw 'sandy' Harry Potter and his 'Patronus' on the Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4927/1464/1600/DSC031331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4927/1464/320/DSC03133.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a man sat alone on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4927/1464/1600/DSC03175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4927/1464/200/DSC03175.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4927/1464/1600/DSC03173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4927/1464/200/DSC03173.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4927/1464/1600/DSC031641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4927/1464/320/DSC03164.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...try to saw my lovely boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4927/1464/1600/DSC031471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4927/1464/320/DSC03147.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais je n'est pas...&lt;br /&gt;C'est ne pas possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewildered Beach...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bournemouth, Poole, Pier]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-112534423601370506?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/112534423601370506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=112534423601370506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112534423601370506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112534423601370506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/08/wide-open-beach.html' title='Wide Open Beach'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-112483267628764893</id><published>2005-08-23T22:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T04:31:16.293+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Printer...oh...Printer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4927/1464/1600/DSC027121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4927/1464/200/DSC027121.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing a printer for MAC was completely not an easy job!! Especially if you lived in a country that used Microsoft, instead of MAC, for their software. I thought it was going to be piece-of-cake job to choose a printer, since i did it before (but for PC-Microsoft). I already went to Staples, a big computer/electronic store near my house (which has recommended by many Indonesian people here). But their answer was shocked me, because the employee said that : "none of this printers compatible with MAC, sorry". I was like having a heart attack when I heard that words. What can a not-techno girl do about this sort of thing?! Who the hell am I? Bill Gates? How do I know which printer will be compatible for my laptop!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...with full of revenge and angry, I spent days to days to research which printer could compatible with my 'lovely' Power Book G-4 Apple, and finally found several good printer with reasonable prices. But here comes another problem...where is my software CD for my Apple???!!! F*%K...i leaved it at Indonesia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i called my boyfriend to ask about it, but he said that i already put it on my baggage. I checked dozen times to search that tiny thing, but...i came up with empty hands. Hiksss....Where is it?! *panic mode*. At the same time, i sent sms to my brother, ask for his help to check it at mum's and dad's house. But...there's no CD!! Not in every single room, and every inch of the house. Ok...it leaved me a BIG question..."How did it gone?!". I never touched it or used it, ever!! It just suddenly dissapeared and leaved no traces. Oh God...why..oh why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In desperate search of the CD, i kept going on searching for the right printer and where i could by it. I went to the library to ask IT department, and they give me the name of a good store. So...i went to the store and the owner gave me an advice and another recommendation. He told me that i have to choose the big printer. Well, i don't need big and fancy printer that can scan and copy and whateverrrr...i don't have any company!!! I'm just a humble and regular student who just want to print some assignments!! That's all...is it difficult?! It probably is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* After quick visit to the store, I decided to do another research or...should i say..spy about the price of printer ink. Then i realised that Canon ink was cheaper compared to HP and Epson. So....i changed again my decision on the printer and do research about Canon printer. And thank God...i managed to found the printer that live up with my expectation. In rushed, i went to the same store and ask them to check the price. After more than 2 weeks from my last visit, i decided to buy the printer. Finally...!! Pfiuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm still waiting for the printer come, and knock my wooden door. Oh...whatta weeks...just to find a single printer for MAC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid MAC...(wopps...!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-112483267628764893?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/112483267628764893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=112483267628764893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112483267628764893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112483267628764893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/08/printerohprinter.html' title='Printer...oh...Printer...'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-112455970925993764</id><published>2005-08-20T19:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:44:44.066+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potter, Harry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/hbpcover-britadult2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/hbpcover-britadult1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unusual for me to finish Harry Potter in a couple of day. Normally, it only tooks me a day to finish it. But because of this servant/student life in Bournemouth, i had to deal with time. But finally, in this very day, i finished Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Never thought that the great Albus Dumbledore will die in this story (feel sorry for those who hasn't read the book, but then revealed the mystery from my blog). Two thumbs up for the author due to her braveness killing the important character of the story - the Headmaster of Hogwarts. I almost cried in the end of the page, because i still couldn't believe that the loveable and wisest Dumbledore died tragically at his colleague's hand. The next book will not going to be same, especially without the presence of the Headmaster which i loved so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction after finished reading it was a little bit up-set, because i thought it was going to be a good ending. Since it has always had a good ending, and it also a book for child. No child book ended up with tragedy!! :) Hard to refuse bad things happened along the story. Hehehehe, i'm so naive!! But it was so amusing to read Harry's and Ginny's love story, and i like it. The thrill and the joy between them made me remembered myself and my boyfriend, and those 'funny' love feeling on the air that i normally have whenever i'm with my bf. Make me missing him more than ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see the movie...!!! Wish i can do magic for myself. It will probably fun to "Apparate" myself to my boyfriend's house and give him a little kiss on his cheek and lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...who doesn't love magic?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-112455970925993764?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/112455970925993764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=112455970925993764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112455970925993764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112455970925993764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/08/potter-harry.html' title='Potter, Harry'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-112450161256816930</id><published>2005-08-20T02:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T08:40:00.190+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...Relaxed With Firework + DVD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Blue%20Fire%20Work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Blue%20Fire%20Work.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a week full of torture and what-so-called nearly insane, i could collect the homeworks (big thanx to my lovely bf). Although in the end of it (which is today), i'm not satisfy with the counseling. I thought Mark (the lecturer) will carefully seen how my argument had been made towards the paper and how my critical thinking used over it. But noooo...he just wanted to see our writing style, regardless the fully effort that we've put on it. Oh my....!!! I'm beginning to see myself as a volcano, but...it's good that i can overcome that feeling. The good thing though, i see the world more happily and 'lighter' after that hellish homework. (Ok...enough with the English...have to much English today..., hehehehe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan berbelanjalah diriku ke supermarket. Udah 2 minggu gak ke supermarket, masih ada beberapa makanan yang bisa dimasak sih...tapi...rasanya seneng aja bisa belanja. Langsung membabat 2 supermarket, duh..seneng deh bisa ngabisin duit tanpa harus mikir datengnya dari mana. Hohohohohho...(thanx dad!!!). Malemnya cukup melihat firework dari kamar, karena males keluar kamar dan jalan ke pantai. Sebenarnya sih, di Bournemouth selalu ada kembang api tiap hari Jumat malam selama summer. Only 10 minutes, but i think all the people in Bournemouth went to the beach at that time. And i finally managed to take some pictures of the cherish fire works...yippy!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucunya...secara baru kali ini memotret kembang api, dan dari dulu gue selalu payah akan perhitungan fisika dan matematika, jadi gue agak2 susah memperkirakan saat yang tepat untuk mencet shutter-nya demi mendapat gambar kembang api yang benar. Jadinya suka telat, begitu shutter-nya dipencet, kembang apinya dah menjadi serpihan2...Dan ini gambar awal2 gue ambil kembang api :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC02985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/DSC02985.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi akhirnya setelah menghabiskan beberapa percobaan, ada beberapa gambar yang...yahhhh...cukup berhasil kalau dari sudut pandang gue yang bukan seorang fotografer profesional, hehehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Bright%20Fire%20Work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/320/Bright%20Fire%20Work.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tanpa menyerah terus...dan terus...dan terus...mencoba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Purple%20Fire%20Work1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Purple%20Fire%20Work1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully...you do enjoy the picture (for those who reading this blog), and...finally...come to the big show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Red%20Triple%20Fire%20Work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Red%20Triple%20Fire%20Work.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah puas melihat kembang api dari jendela seorang anak asrama kampus, suddenly temen satu flat gue ngajak buat nonton dvd sambil makan pop corn. Awalnya berencana untuk nyewa dvd, tapi dibatalkan, karena gue bilang ma mereka kalau gue kemaren2 beli dvd seharga 8,99 pounds, tapi belum juga ditonton...so...we decided to watch my dvd :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/DSC030151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/DSC03015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang nonton film itu, kita serius banget nontonnya, sambil kadang ketawa2 terus...karena Deniz, sering banget gak ngerti dialognya. Dan selesai menonton jam 1 malam, dengan ending yang unpredictable. To quote from Bora (the other flatmate) : "this movie told us about love. You should exactly know who is chasing and loving you, not the other way, to get the benefit". Whilst Deniz, still confused, but she said that she DID like the movie. As for me, hem...not bad...it has been such a long time i haven't seen dvd movie. Hehehehehe...mahal bo' belinya...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to end this perfect day, i wrote this blog, just to share it with somebody. I love this Friday!!! Hopefully, everyday is Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-112450161256816930?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/112450161256816930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=112450161256816930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112450161256816930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112450161256816930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/08/finallyrelaxed-with-firework-dvd.html' title='Finally...Relaxed With Firework + DVD'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-112412636426639793</id><published>2005-08-15T18:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:23:00.800+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grave...to SHELL !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Curse%20of%20Shakespeare1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Curse%20of%20Shakespeare.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse on you SHELL and Sony Ericsson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Grave%20Yard%20at%20Holy%20Trinity%20Church2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/400/Grave%20Yard%20at%20Holy%20Trinity%20Church1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May SHELL's case study rest in peace....and Sony Ericsson as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-112412636426639793?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/112412636426639793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=112412636426639793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112412636426639793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112412636426639793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/08/graveto-shell.html' title='Grave...to SHELL !!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-112412564899485522</id><published>2005-08-15T18:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:07:29.003+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go To (S)HELL...</title><content type='html'>Headache...!! Because of this crazy case study about Shell and Sony Ericsson. Mana gue ngarti!! Secara gak pernah belajar marketing aja gitu yah!! Buta...!! I hate this homework!! This is the first i really hate homework. FUCK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-112412564899485522?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/112412564899485522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=112412564899485522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112412564899485522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112412564899485522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/08/go-to-shell.html' title='Go To (S)HELL...'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-112334795379329293</id><published>2005-08-06T23:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T00:05:53.800+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/1600/Pengecilan%20Siluet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2646/776/200/Pengecilan%20Siluet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Berhubung gak bisa langsung tidur setelah pulang dari Richmond Pub demi merayakan ulang tahun teman asrama, akhirnya memotret2 diri sendiri buat dikirim ke kekasih tercinta. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, sebetulnya kalau dipikir2 jarang2 seorang Ica Jawa gak bisa langsung tidur. Dulu pernah dapet julukan tukang molor waktu ada perpisahan kelas 3 sma. Sebetulnya sih karena kalau tiap gak ada guru, gue lebih memilih tidur di kelas dibandingkan pergi ke kantin. Selain hemat duit, juga gue gak mengganggu orang, gak berisik gitu...(coba dikesampingkan pikiran ngorok dari benak sodara2). So, mungkin dari situ mereka berasumsi kalau gue suka tidur. Tapi sebetulnya sih...gue bisa aja gak tidur selama 2 hari kalau lagi ngerjain sesuatu. Tapi intinya adalah, once ma head meet the lovely pillow, i can easily sleep. Dan kasus kemaren itu agak2 aneh. Kalau kata temen asrama aku, karena gue gak minum alkohol, jadi bawaannya sadar terus. Tapi yahhhh....mau digimanain lagi, memang lagi nasib buruk aja kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau diliat dari kamus yang baru gue beli [Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary World Bestseller seharga - 18,50 pounds], kata insomnia adalah = [North American English, noun, Uncountable] the condition of being unable to sleep. Kira2 apa yah penyebabnya?! Kebanyakan makan cheesecake kali yah...(objek penderita = saya). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, ya penting akhirnya bisa tidur juga setelah jam 4 pagi, dan...hehehehehe...malu juga nih mengakuinya. Akhirnya melakukan shalat subuh pertama kali setelah menginjakkan kaki di Bournemouth. Suka labas sih subuhnya, disini matahari terbit jam 5 bo'!!! Kalau di Indonesia-kan jam 6, jadi jam 6 kurang dikit masih dikejar subuhnya. La gue disini sering bangun jam 6, udah gak valid deh. Hemmm...mungkin itu sebabnya why GOD punished me...bikin gue shalat subuh dengan cara membuat gue insomnia. Oh no...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise GOD...I will do all the prayer...esp. the subuh one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-112334795379329293?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/112334795379329293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=112334795379329293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112334795379329293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/112334795379329293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/08/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia!!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-110855467696588441</id><published>2005-04-11T16:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T09:16:26.073+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMSaurus Extinct, Part 2.</title><content type='html'>Masih inget dong...cerita tentang sms yang masuk ke handphone ikke, dan minta kenalan?! Ternyata masih ada juga yang masih memakai modus yang sama, demi berkenalan dengan seorang Nisa Hidayati [hakhakhak...PEDE bener gue!!!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;085220184920 = Ni ama mira bukan?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my...such a lame words...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah gitu, ketika gue bilang bukan. Eh, dianya sms lagi dan minta kenalan. Hebatnya sih tau nama gue, jadi gue pikir ini temen gue ngerjain. Tapi lama2 smsnya bikin bete, makin gak sopan sih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;But wait..wait...ada lagi yang lebih seru...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;081331248378 = Blh knlan gak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huahahaha...beneran masih jaman yah, kenalan dengan cara gini...&lt;br /&gt;Dan gue tanya aja ini siapa. Dijawablah : dia bernama eri / eki. Tapi habis itu gue sms balik, ama dia gak dijawab. Ya udah...no problemo...habis pulsa kali yah. Kenalan kok gak persiapan pulsa yang banyak, gimana sih?! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So, buat para pria, mbok ya kalau mau kenalan pakai cara yang enak dan sopan.&lt;/span&gt; Kita juga lebih seneng kok...daripada so' main rahasia-rahasiaan. Kita jadi makin gak respect. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Behave like a gentleman-lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak susah kok. Jadi kalau begitu sms langsung say hello dan sebut nama lalu bilang boleh kenalan(?!), kayaknya masih bisa diterima. Apalagi kalau kemudian menjelaskan dapet nomer kita darimana. &lt;em&gt;I think it's more polite&lt;/em&gt;, dan kalau cewenya juga gak mau, cara si cewe nolak juga akan lebih polite, dan gak langsung &lt;em&gt;blacklist&lt;/em&gt; nomer tersebut. Nah....mending kalau cuma ama ceweknya di-&lt;em&gt;blacklist&lt;/em&gt;, tapi kalau disebarin gosip si empunya nomer tersebut &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;menderita raja singa akut dan doyan ngeces&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;gimana coba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amit-amit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-110855467696588441?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/110855467696588441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=110855467696588441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110855467696588441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110855467696588441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/04/smsaurus-extinct-part-2.html' title='SMSaurus Extinct, Part 2.'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-111266648626551049</id><published>2005-04-05T09:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T09:01:26.266+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRESH bAby FRESH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;JUST TO FRESHEN' UP UR MIND...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang laki2 penganggur melamar sebagai tukang pembersih di Microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personalia mengetest dia membersihkan lantai dan menginterview. Lalu dia mengatakan "Anda diterima, berikan e-mail Anda, kami akan mengirim dokumen yang diperlukan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laki2 itu bilang bahwa dia tidak memiliki komputer dan juga e-mail. Personalia lalu mengatakan bahwa tanpa e-mail, laki2 tersebut tidak exist secara virtual dan tidak bisa dipekerjakan. Laki2 itu meninggalkan gedung dengan kecewa dan hanya memiliki $10 di kantong. Dia lalu pergi ke Supermarket terdekat dan membeli 10 kg tomat. Lalu dijualnya tomat tersebut door to door dan habis dalam 2 jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan demikian dia melipat gandakan kapitalnya. Lalu diulangnya aksi tersebut sebanyak 3 kali dan akhirnya memiliki uang  sebanyak $160.Dengan itu dia sadar, bahwa dia bisa bertahan hidup dengan cara itu.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu dikerjakannya dengan sungguh2.&lt;br /&gt;Setiap hari dia dapat melipat gandakan kapitalnya. Setelah beberapa waktu dia membeli mobil dan mendistribusikan dagangannya dengan mobil tersebut. Dalam 5 tahun dia bisa menguasai Supermarket Chain terbesar di USA. Dia mulai memikirkan masa depan dan ingin membuat asuransi untuk keluarganya. Dipanggilnya sales asuransi dan membicarakan rencananya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seusai pembicaraan sales tersebut menanyakan e-mail laki2 tersebut.Dia menjawab lagi, bahwa dia tidak memiliki komputer dan email adres.&lt;br /&gt;Sales tersebut berkata: &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"Aneh, Anda membangun perusahaan besar, tapi tidak memiliki e-mail. Bayangkan apa yang Anda bisa perbuat jika Anda memiliki komputer dan e-mail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laki2 itu menjawab: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"Jadi tukang bersih2 diMicrosoft" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Lesson 1: Internet tidak bisa menyelamatkan diri Anda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Lesson 2: Kalau Anda ingin kerja di Microsoft, Anda perlu E-mail address &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Lesson 3: Tanpa Internet Anda bisa menjadi milyarder dengan kerja keras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Lesson 4: Karena Anda menerima cerita ini dengan e-mail, kemungkinan Anda menjadi tukang bersih2 lebih besar daripada menjadi miliarder... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-111266648626551049?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/111266648626551049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=111266648626551049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/111266648626551049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/111266648626551049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/04/fresh-baby-fresh_05.html' title='FRESH bAby FRESH...'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-110843822894479896</id><published>2005-02-15T15:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:50:46.720+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a d j i e _ m a S S a i D</title><content type='html'>Ingat pria fenomenal ini?! [bukan karena dia ketemu hantu ato berani makan cacing hidup a la fear factor yah..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pasti ingetlah ya&lt;/strong&gt;...segitu tampangnya ada dimana-mana sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know wat&lt;/em&gt;?! Di salah satu majalah tanah air ada cover Adjie Massaid dengan tulisan : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"BACHELOR OF THE YEAR"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [&lt;em&gt;Oh my...he's really a yummy bachelor, that's what i say.&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Gue inget banget, betapa dulu suka banget liat dia di sinetron "Buku Harian" yang ceritanya asik banget, there he looked very handsome + irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;Belum lagi gayanya kalau jadi foto model, gak berkesan seperti -pembaca-hayang-nabok-ente-pake-palu-godam. Duh...ganteng deh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue inget banyak yang patah hati ketika mas Adjie ini memutuskan&lt;em&gt; married&lt;/em&gt; ama Neng Reza yang baru dipacarin berapa lama sih? Gak nyampe sebulan aja [&lt;em&gt;as far as i remembered, maklum bukan ratu gosip&lt;/em&gt;]. Dan mereka gak pernah kena gosip sama sekali, anaknya lucu-lucu pula...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tanpa disangka dan dinyana, mereka harus ceré juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau tau kutipan dari mas Adjie tentang kehidupannya sekarang after being a bachelor?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"I feel numb. Sometimes I agree, sometimes I more not agree with what I heard. More wisely to put yourself in that position rather than play with your feeling. You promise a lot of things to your own feeling. Maybe you also have to lie. You put yourself in the numb position but you also have to have destination. I don't know why... maybe it's a kind of expression. Now I know the meaning of reading a book, it's not a novel that you read and then you dream about it. But this is a book that gives you knowledge, a political view, and you take good things of it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia juga bilang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What is pureness, dear?! Love? I thought love is pure. I don't believe in love anymore."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez...what love has done to this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Gue gak mau kayak gitu...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-110843822894479896?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/110843822894479896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=110843822894479896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110843822894479896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110843822894479896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/02/d-j-i-e-m-s-s-i-d.html' title='a d j i e _ m a S S a i D'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-110837263053336258</id><published>2005-02-14T15:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T08:58:13.496+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ArrrghhhHHH...Boredom...@##!!!*&amp;@!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bosan&lt;/em&gt; : [ks.] mengindikasikan mati gaya secara perlahan-lahan tapi pasti. [k.kj] gak ada kerjaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Obat anti bosan :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ngobrol sama temen sekantor. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;[Kalau dah basi...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2. Puter2 keliling ruang kerja cari2 kerjaan. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Gak mempan juga?!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Cek imel yg inboxnya dah 1.000 lebih. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;[Kalau mata dah jereng...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;4. Chatting. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;[Kalau gak ada yang OL ato pada sibuk?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;5. Chatting dengan rekan sekerja yang sama2 bosan dan udah pengen cabut dari kantor.&lt;br /&gt;6. Chatting terus...&lt;br /&gt;7. Terus..chatting..&lt;br /&gt;8. Ya..masih lanjut kok...siapa suruh berenti!!&lt;br /&gt;9. Bersiap-siap nyolong pulang &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;[apalagi kalau jam absen nyatutnya 15 menit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Gak jadi pulang &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;[karena ada kerjaan baru, DAMN!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bosen ilang &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;[ganti ama bibir manyun dan punggung pegal karena harus banyak ngetik]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THE END...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-110837263053336258?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/110837263053336258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=110837263053336258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110837263053336258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110837263053336258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/02/arrrghhhhhhboredom.html' title='ArrrghhhHHH...Boredom...@##!!!*&amp;@!!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-110834768457941861</id><published>2005-02-14T09:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T09:37:06.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangku, Kursi, Tempat Duduk</title><content type='html'>Sering gak sih kecolongan tempat duduk?!&lt;br /&gt;Paling sebel kalau udah nge-&lt;em&gt;spot&lt;/em&gt; tempat duduk di tempat umum seperti di bis, angkot, tempat nunggu di stasiun kereta, dll, tiba2 dah ada orang duluan yang nyela dan duduk di tempat tadi. Uhhh....rasanya mau marah, gondok pula, plus tak berdaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu yang gue alamin di hari Jumat, 11 Februari kemarin. Tapi gak berujung pada kemarahan sih, malah akhirnya jadi lucu. Jadi di kantor yang baru ini, ada banyak bangku tak bertuan di tim gue, jadilah...siapapun yang melihat ada kursi kosong, langsung digeser - didudukin. Dan waktu itu, kursi yang sebelumnya gue dudukin, ditinggal bentar buat ngambil kertas di folder gue yang jaraknya hanya 1 langkah lebar, eh..begitu balik kanan, dah ada orang yang duduk di kursi itu. Jadilah... &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;skor : 1 - 0.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disini gue rada keki.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus...kejadian lagi kayak tadi dengan orang yang sama. Hasil : 2 - 0. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Disini gue dah ketawa2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aja, karena orang yang ngedudukin tempat duduk gue sebelumnya, juga orang yang sama. Jadi dia bilang: &lt;em&gt;"duh...dah 2 kali gue dudukin tempat elu yah?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hattrick&lt;/em&gt;-nya adalah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...ketika lagi rapat tim &amp;amp; ditinggal bentar buat ambil gunting ato apapun yang bernama &lt;em&gt;stationary&lt;/em&gt;, ehhhhhhh...tempat gue dah didudukin sama &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Onta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;[julukan buat rekan kerja yang ada darah Arabnya]&lt;/em&gt;. Dan temen kerja yang sebelumnya dah 2 kali ngedudukin tempat duduk gue, akhirnya ketawa gitu dan diiringi derai ketawa ngakak gue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ampun dah...bisa sampai 3 kali tempat duduk disita gitu yah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sedihnya, menjadi bangku tak bertuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-110834768457941861?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/110834768457941861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=110834768457941861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110834768457941861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110834768457941861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/02/bangku-kursi-tempat-duduk.html' title='Bangku, Kursi, Tempat Duduk'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-110808836972439236</id><published>2005-02-11T09:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T09:49:56.386+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerimis...</title><content type='html'>Satu hal paling menyenangkan ketika hujan adalah kantor yang sepi di pagi hari. Kenapa? Karena semua orang masih keenakan tidur, ato gak terjebak macet. Apalagi kalau bukan gara2 semua armada mobil keluar dari peristirahatannya masing2. Ato gak karena kemaren kena 2 hari libur, orang2 masih terlena bangun siang. Jadilah...banyak yang telat datengnya, seperti pagi ini. Berasa jadi penguasa kantor sejenak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apalagi yang menyenangkan dari hujan di kantor berlantai tinggi? Bisa liat titik2 hujan membasahi jendela dengan gaya erotis nan romantis &lt;em&gt;(oh my...i become a sissy...:p).&lt;/em&gt; Dan nuansanya itu lho...enak banget deh. Kalau dikasi skala dari 1-10, gue kasih 12 deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ada juga gerimis model lain selain cuaca di luar. Perasaan gue sendiri. Mengingat kejadian semalem yang yah...cukup menguras isi hati dan pikiran. Tapi kejadian semalem bikin gue sadar, bahwa gak ada hubungan yang lurus2 dan bahagia2 aja, istilahnya...hubungan tanpa ada gejolak2 negatif seperti sop tanpa garam. Dan semoga...S-E-M-O-G-A, gak berujung pada sesuatu yang gue gak inginkan. Apapun itu, &lt;em&gt;c'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gerimis by KLA Project...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Musim penghujan hadir tanpa pesan&lt;br /&gt;Surya terpancar dari wajah kita&lt;br /&gt;Bagai menghalau mendung hitam tiba&lt;br /&gt;Sekejap badai datang&lt;br /&gt;Mengoyak kedamaian...&lt;br /&gt;Segala musnah&lt;br /&gt;Lalu gerimis langit pun menangis&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih, andai saja kau mengerti&lt;br /&gt;Harusnya kita mampu lewati itu semua...!!&lt;br /&gt;Harusnya kita mampu lewati itu semua...!!&lt;br /&gt;Kekasih, andai saja kau sadari&lt;br /&gt;Semua hanya satu ujian 'tuk cinta kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It' s just a test for us, my love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-110808836972439236?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/110808836972439236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=110808836972439236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110808836972439236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110808836972439236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/02/gerimis.html' title='Gerimis...'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-110774503782461127</id><published>2005-02-07T09:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T09:56:07.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving On A Car Machine</title><content type='html'>Gosh...akhirnya diri gue terdampar di ibu kota juga. Sehubungan dengan niat pengembangan diri dan latihan pacaran jarak jauh kecil-kecilan (sebelum nanti pacaran London-Bandung) akhirnya gue pindah ke jakarta dan meninggalkan Bandung tercinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak banget cerita selama di tinggal di kota bandung, mulai dari cinta, bahagia, sedih, purih, nyeri hate, dan segala kosa kata bahasa indonesia yang menggambarkan kata sifat. Bandung kota yang awalnya gue cela-cela karena persimpangannya yang gak beres, kesemrawutan kondisi jalannya, udara dinginnya, yang akhirnya itu semua menjadi berbalik arah ke sesuatu yang familiar dan menyenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kronologis sejak pindah ke Bandung :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Move on to Bandung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Awal mulanya gue hampir gak bisa menempuh jenjang pendidikan sekolah menengah pertama alias SMP, karena belum dapet sekolah. Tapi di batas keputusasaan itu, akhirnya gue kterima di SMP 7 di Jl. Ambon. Konon kabarnya, SMP ini penuh dengan para preman dan hal-hal lain yg gak beres. Kehidupan di masa ini diisi dengan penuh kealiman, dan lurus2 aja. Berangkat &lt;strong&gt;sekolah - belajar - jajan - pulang ke rumah&lt;/strong&gt;, tanpa ikut kegiatan ekstrakurikuler apa pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1995 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Lulus SMP 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Dilema mau masuk ke mana, tadinya mau masuk ke SMA 5 nan gaul itu, tapi entah kesambet apaan, mau aja dirayu nyokap untuk ganti pilihan ke SMA 8. Diiming2in kalau di SMA 8 itu ada loker (wuih...siapa yg gak tertarik punya sekolah berloker a la film2 Amerika).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Diospek di SMA 8 Bandung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ketemu teman2 gila gak beres &lt;em&gt;[one of them pernah gue tulisin namanya di gigi dia pake rapido, kalau tertarik dengan orang ini, hub. gue biar gue kenalin].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1997&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulai tertular bandel, agak sedikit gila, mulai gak waras, sotoy, belagu, dan sok populer. Soalnya ikutan ekstra kurikuler yang kalau kata orang2 sih, terkenal ma cewe2 cantik nan aduhai. Ditambah pula sering menjuarai lomba nari bersama cewe2 nan populer itu. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumet persiapan kelas 3, masuk IPA yg anak kelasnya lurus2 semua. Untung punya temen sebangku yang luar biasa edan dan sering keluar masuk Riau 11 (Rika-red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1999&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Finally graduate!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; UMPTN lulus pilihan ke-2 "Sastra Perancis", tapi lebih memilih kuliah di Unpar Jur. Hubungan Internasional, berharap nantinya bisa keliling dunia kalau jadi Diplomat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ketrima di Sky Fm Radio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; setelah mencoba 3 kali, dan ditraining bersama-sama angkatan 5 yg akhirnya hanya bersisa 3 orang (Gue, Hanna &amp; Sandra).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lupa ngerjain skripsi, keenakan jadi scriptwriter dan siaran di Sky Fm Radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Awal tahun 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; = awal januari diancam nyokap, kalau gak lulus2, segala fasilitas yang biasanya diterima oleh seorang mahasiswa dengan cap anak kandung akan dihilangkan total. Jadilah, ambil cuti sebulan dari Sky Fm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pertengahan bulan tahun ini mengalami patah hati terburuk dalam sejarah seorang Nisa Hidayati&lt;br /&gt;- Jatuh bangun ngerjain skripsi dan bertemu dengan teman lama jaman SMA yg ujung2nya sangat membantu dalam pengerjaan skripsi (Eggi - red).&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;28 Juni sidang skripsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 4 September = wisuda dan resmi memiliki pujaan hati yang sangat dicintai&lt;br /&gt;- Bulan2 berikutnya penuh kesibukan mau S2 yg akhirnya batal dan ditunda sampai tahun depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Selamat tahun baru!! Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;- 30 Januari : pindah ke Jkt dgn mobil.&lt;br /&gt;- 31 Januari : hari pertama masuk kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And so the story goes..beibe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-110774503782461127?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/110774503782461127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=110774503782461127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110774503782461127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110774503782461127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/02/leaving-on-car-machine.html' title='Leaving On A Car Machine'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-110773863140021569</id><published>2005-02-07T08:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T13:24:44.053+07:00</updated><title type='text'>KE-PAGI-AN !!!</title><content type='html'>Yah...berhubung masih baru menjadi warga jakarta, menghapalkan jalan kota jakarta juga on-the-go banget, gak bisa coba2. Salah satu penyelamat gue adalah peta buatan orang Jerman yang notabene juga dicintai mereka2 yg sudah lama tinggal di Jkt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for today&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;em&gt;i'm came early to ma new office.&lt;/em&gt; Ini semua gara2 harus mengantar pacar ke kampung rambutan, baru menuju ke kantor. Berhubung selama ini kalau ke kantor rutenya selalu dari rumah langsung ke ktr, jadi ketika harus ke ktr dr kamp. rambutan, mumet 7 keliling. Semalem sih sudah belajar liat peta dan menuliskan point2 penting biar gak nyasar, tapi in the end...TEUTEUP...keluarnya beda dari rencana awal. Sempat diklakson panjang oleh mobil berbentuk Nissan Teranno, yg gue yakin dia akan berkata : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bego!!! !*!!@, dasar orang Bandung!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (karena plat mobil gue masih D). Tapi akhirnya nyampe juga di kantor, kepagian pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine...at half past 7 in d morning, gue dah parkir dengan manis. Satpam juga heran kali yah. Bayangan gue sih gini = &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satpam :&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; Ni si eneng pagi2 amat yah...jangan2 mo ngepel kantor dulu?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, itulah resikonya orang gak tau jalan, selalu berusaha bangun lebih pagi untuk meminimalisir saat nyasar. Tapi senengnya, bisa membajak komputer terbagus di ruangan ini,hehehehe...and here i am, posting ma writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So...what did u do exactly, when u came early at your destination?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-110773863140021569?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/110773863140021569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=110773863140021569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110773863140021569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110773863140021569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/02/ke-pagi.html' title='KE-PAGI-AN !!!'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-110627613369836257</id><published>2005-01-21T10:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T09:55:33.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'>IDUL ADHA - 1425 H</title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya Idul Adha...1425 Hijriyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seneng banget tahun ini kita masih diberi umur panjang oleh Allah S.W.T untuk merayakan Idul Adha, dan diberi rizqi lebih agar mampu membeli hewan kurban untuk dibagikan kepada sesama saudara kita. Walaupun saat ini kita masih dalam nuansa sedih karena berbagai macam bencana yang dialami di negeri Indonesia tercinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih ingat bencana gempa di Nabire?! Bencana banjir di Kalimantan?! Bencana gempa dan tsunami di Serambi Mekah - Aceh dan Sumatra Utara?! Bencana jatuhnya pesawat terbang?! Sampai bencana-bencana kecil yang Anda alami sendiri. Semua itu, kita anggap saja sebagai cobaan yang diberikan oleh Allah S.W.T agar kita tidak sombong dengan diri sendiri, agar ingat bahwa kita hanyalah manusia tak berdaya di hadapan-NYA. Agar kita juga makin peka terhadap lingkungan sekitar, dan tidak tumbuh menjadi manusia egois. Dan ingatlah, bahwa Allah S.W.T tidak akan memberikan cobaan yang kita tidak mampu untuk menghadapinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita ini punya apa sih?! Semua itukan hanyalah titipan yang diberikan oleh Allah S.W.T. Bahkan anak pun hanya titipan. Itulah sebabnya mengapa Nabi Ibrahim a.s rela mengorbankan anak tercintanya Ismail untuk ditebas kepalanya, oleh sang ayah sendiri. Hal itu membuktikan kekuatan iman dan ketaqwaan sang Nabi Ibrahim, dan kebesaran hati Ismail. Sedangkan kita?! Rasanya kok berat sekali ketika diminta untuk memberikan sejumlah uang pada orang lain, padahal uang bukanlah milik kita, uang bahkan bukan anak kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenikmatan yang kita alami, semua itu diberikan oleh Allah S.W.T. &lt;br /&gt;Jadi janganlah takabur wahai manusia!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah akan kebesaran-NYA, dan bersujudlah kepada-NYA. Subhanallah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-110627613369836257?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/110627613369836257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=110627613369836257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110627613369836257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110627613369836257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/01/idul-adha-1425-h.html' title='IDUL ADHA - 1425 H'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-110605498897784231</id><published>2005-01-18T19:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:58:52.450+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMSaurus Extinct, Part 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Guess what?! Three days ago i received a funny sms, or should i say not-quite-a-trendy sms among ma ages (yea...like i'm an old granma ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Detail :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;+6281573735324 = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;"hi cw boleh kenalan g?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Than again, the day before toworrow, pop-up similar sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Detail :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;+6285220184920 = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;"Nisa lg ngapain?Blh aku sms kmu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Big Q : 'Masih jaman yah kenalan lewat sms tanpa menyebutkan dia siapa, dan dapet nomer gue dari mana?' / 'Orang iseng mana sih ini?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Detik pertama, berasa lucu aja ada yang sms model gitu. Tapi detik berikutnya mulai mikir, ni orang dapat dari mana sih nomer gue?! Dan memasuki menit pertama, mulai merasa itu sms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt; banget. Gimana kalau orang iseng, atau teman sendiri yang ngerjain dan pengen liat, kita cewe kegatelan apa engga kalau bales sms itu. Hem...kok jadi paranoid yah?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Tapi intinya sih, kalau kita masih SMA apalagi SMP &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;[yang notabene belum juga punya pacar apalagi kalau sudah ada pacar] &lt;/span&gt;sms itu serasa berkah...serasa dewa cinta penolong...serasa dirimu adalah wanita ter-ok di dunia, dan serasa-serasa lainnya yang bikin bahagia. Tapi ketika kita udah mulai dihujani beragam buku mengenai "How To Date bla-bla", film-film Hollywood yang romantisnya gak ketulungan, plus kenal beragam jenis kaum adam dan segala spesiesnya, jadi makin paranoid. Kita jadi mikir kalau orang yang sms itu gak ada kerjaan, gak punya kehidupan lain, atau punya kehidupan yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;corny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;, karena cuma tahu kenalan sama cewe lewat cara yang gak asoy tadi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Padahal kalau kita nikmati aja proses pemujian tersebut, gak ada salahnya juga kan yah?! Apa gara-gara kita makin gede, jadi makin gengsi buat mengaku kalau kita memang masih punya label L-A-K-U di jidat?! Huahahaha...pede amat yah?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But at least, just enjoy d moment!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt; Apalagi kalau kita sudah punya kekasih tersayang, entah pacar jadi makin sayang karena kita memang digilai para pria....atau kita yang jadi selingkuh yah?! Nope...just kiddin'. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Ketawa-ketawa geli aja sendiri, dan renungkan...betapa dulu seru banget terima sms model gitu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And please...don't be such a robot, if u wanna proud with that, that's ok...u got feeling anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Selamat menikmati proses ke-laku-an Anda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Walaupun diri gue masih bertanya-tanya juga sih....emang beneran masih jaman yah kenalan pake cara itu?! Layaknya dulu kita kenalan sama pria yang tiba-tiba mepet2in mobil kita, dan akhirnya jadi kebut2an gak jelas di jalan, yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;-nya kita jadi kenalan dan tukeran nomer telpon. (oh...man, those old and crazy days...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-110605498897784231?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/110605498897784231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=110605498897784231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110605498897784231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110605498897784231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/01/smsaurus-extinct-part-1.html' title='SMSaurus Extinct, Part 1.'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-110596055646069005</id><published>2005-01-18T09:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T12:48:11.800+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sop Buntut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROSES PENGIDAMAN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah membayangkan ngidam sop buntut?! Ketika dirimu sudah sebegitu laparnya...dan membayangkan sop buntut terenak di kota Bandung?! Pasti dirimu sudah sebegitu ngilernya dan imajinatif sekali akan buntut-buntut sapi ukuran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" &gt;JUMBO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Si A bilang, enaknya di restoran deket jalan wastu kencana yang terkenal juga akan yoghurtnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Si B bilang, enaknya di daerah cipaganti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Si C bilang, enaknya di deket gedung penyedia jasa jaringan telpon di jalan asia afrika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Si D bilang, enaknya di suatu cafe dekat pengkolan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Si E bilang, enaknya di suatu cafe daerah cihampelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Si F bilang, enaknya di suatu cafe daerah setra sari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dengan begitu banyaknya pilihan, apakah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" &gt;"lapar"&lt;/span&gt;akan terus mengusikmu? Atau otak akan terus berpikir untuk sekedar menentukan makan dimana?! Dan ketika kamu mendatangi salah satu tempat makan dari pilihan tadi, apakah ekspektasimu akan melambung sangat tinggi?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Begitu makanan disajikan di atas meja hidangan, dirimu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" &gt;kecewa&lt;/span&gt;, dan bertanya-tanya, apakah ini benar sop buntut terenak di kota Bandung?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jika &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" &gt;'ya'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" &gt;lalu mengapa PORSINYA begitu sedikit? &lt;/span&gt;Bukankah seharusnya porsinya cukup untuk meredam cacing-cacing yang berdemo di usus, lambung, hati, jantung, tembolok (?) mu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Seketika...laparmu hilang, dan tak kau hiraukan lagi kelaparan tersebut, karena kecewa sudah mendominasi perasaan laparmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" &gt;Kesimpulan =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" &gt;gue kecewa....dengan salah satu restoran yang ada di atas, nasi pun kena charge, dan rasanya belum poll ketika menggigit salah satu buntut-buntut itu, walaupun dengan cara terakus sekalipun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; MASIH LAPAR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-110596055646069005?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/110596055646069005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=110596055646069005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110596055646069005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110596055646069005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/01/sop-buntut.html' title='Sop Buntut'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187447.post-110586390992674534</id><published>2005-01-17T06:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T10:34:10.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vini, Vidi, Vici</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Giant Step For Jokaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Vini, Vidi, Vici...kata yang diucapkan Julius Caesar, bukan oleh saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Tapi seru aja buat ditulis di postingan pertama, yang mana dalam proses pembikinannya sambil mendengarkan suara seorang penyiar kondang, Viky Edya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" &gt;Jadi, mari kita majukan umat2 Jawa agar lebih baik....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" &gt;Here i come...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10187447-110586390992674534?l=javastrike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/feeds/110586390992674534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10187447&amp;postID=110586390992674534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110586390992674534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10187447/posts/default/110586390992674534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javastrike.blogspot.com/2005/01/vini-vidi-vici.html' title='Vini, Vidi, Vici'/><author><name>Ica J A W A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335581891923870825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CpMVxOQvRyk/ScdEhYwZgYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KT9ci35YUqI/S220/Ica+Alone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
