tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7123597759076605922023-11-16T00:01:35.449-08:00hanya berceritaThoughts. Dreams. Feelings. Opinions. Experiences.hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-17459115567081836162012-01-12T05:58:00.000-08:002012-01-12T05:59:39.365-08:00rainbow after 12 hours of working<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-64493181022477978622012-01-12T05:54:00.000-08:002012-01-12T05:54:05.625-08:00Birthday. Christmas. New Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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though I celebrated my birthday, Christmas and New year far away from home, and alone, it didn't turn out as bad as i thought. it was quite fun instead. <div>
i got a - bit - late - tiramisu cake for my birthday from friends at my workplace and honestly, they made me run into tears :)</div>
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at the end of December, i moved to a temporary house along with all girls. the house was small yet beautiful with pine forest at the backyard, completely kind of house that i wanna buy once i have the money. despite of the fact that the distance from the house to my workplace was quite far, meant i had to wake up way earlier than before, but i did enjoy the house and everything. </div>
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few days before new year's eve, i went back to the Camp. it was good since i started to miss my messy room there. </div>
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i didn't do anything special on new year's eve. well, i went to a cafe with some friends but we just sat there, enjoying the drink we ordered and did nothing, really. </div>
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well, everybody seems having resolutions for 2012 so i will try to create mine though i never did even once in my life.<br />
i hope this year, i will be able to travel to places that i always dream on, able to help people, and able to perform better at work.<br />
ah....one more, i want more tattoos on my body.<br />
what else? hhmmm... i'm running out of wishes :p<br />
anyway, i just wanna be a better me. in every single way.<br />
so Merry Christmas and Happy New Year fellas. hope this year brings along happiness and success for y'all.<br />
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KEEP DREAMING and CHEERS!!<br />
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putting the blame on someone else's face</div>
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talking about someone's weakness behind their back</div>
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acting as if you're the one who play everything correctly</div>
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blowing up others' mistakes as if you never commit even once!</div>
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dancing on else's tears</div>
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you know what? </div>
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they forgive you</div>
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people whom you put the pain on, they forgive you.</div>
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they know that you just don't want anybody looks smarter, nicer, or even greater than you.</div>
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that's why they forgive you.</div>
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in fact, they put a pity on you.</div>
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are you proud of everything you have done?</div>
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if your answer is yes, then you don't have a heart.</div>
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are you not a human then?</div>
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Yesterday was my 24th birthday. i had no celebration, no cake, no 'makan-makan'. it's only me and myself. i still remember my last birthday when my ex-boss told me that i had to work till late at the office, my boyfriend was mad at me, and it rained hard. it definitely wasn't the best birthday. this year, i celebrate my birthday with a cup of coffee and cigarettes. having a silent birthday wasn't that bad though.<br />
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Walaupun saya jauh dari rumah, tapi untungnya sekarang teknologi sudah maju. jadi ucapan-ucapan dari teman dan keluarga cukup membuat ulang tahun saya jadi sedikit cerah. tahun-tahun kemaren papah selalu memberi ucapan lewat telepon, padahal ya tiap hari ketemu di rumah. papah bukan orang yang bisa mengekpresikan kasih sayang secara terang-terangan jadi beliau selalu menelpon saya ketika beliau sudah sampai di kantor dan ketika sudah sampai di rumah pun ya tidak pernah membahas bahwa hari itu adalah hari ulang tahun saya. tahun ini, papah memberi ucapan lewat facebook. ucapan dari papah cukup membuat saya terharu dan hampir menangis<br />
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kakak saya, glagah, juga biasanya hanya mengucapkan selamat sambil lalu, tapi ucapan dia kali ini sedikit berbeda. untuk pertama kalinya dia manggil saya dengan sebutan "adikku tersayang"<br />
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dan masih banyak ucapan yang lain. saya tau beberapa memang hanya basa-basi, tapi ya gak papa. doa yang baik-baik akan selalu didengar Tuhan kok :)<br />
so happy birthday for myself. the path ahead may not be easy but i know that i'll make every single dream comes true.<br />
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older. (should be) wiser.<br />
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<br />hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-88908610453279378952011-12-07T04:50:00.001-08:002011-12-07T05:46:30.341-08:00problemseverybody has problems.<br />
are they hard?<br />
heavy?<br />
or easy?<br />
light?<br />
or you become numb that you cant feel anything anymore?<br />
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people said that problems show the strength of the person. the bigger the problem, the stronger the person.<br />
you believe that?<br />
i don't know.<br />
it sounds make sense, sometimes.<br />
it doesn't, sometimes.<br />
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remember the power of thought you told me once?<br />
you said, we are what we think.<br />
if you think that your problems are hard, then they are.<br />
if you think that your problems are easy, then they are.<br />
don't you see that they obey you?<br />
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you've been going on problems by problems for such a very long time.<br />
i know<br />
it's painful<br />
you fall<br />
you crawl<br />
you stand up<br />
you fight<br />
you okay<br />
but then you fall, again.<br />
and again<br />
and again<br />
and again<br />
i know<br />
you're tired<br />
of trying<br />
of crying<br />
of failing<br />
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it's okay to be not okay.hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-33379463887897898942011-12-04T04:49:00.001-08:002011-12-04T05:13:42.793-08:00Homesick<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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dulu, waktu saya SMA, saya pernah tinggal jauh dari keluarga. saya di jogja dan keluarga saya di Salatiga. saya ga pernah homesick sekalipun. malahan, tiap ada jatah pulang sebulan sekali dari asrama, saya malah cari-cari alasan pokoknya gimana caranya supaya saya gak pulang. tetap di asrama. main sama temen-temen. keadaan itu cuma berlangsung selama 2 tahun karena setelah itu saya sakit dan harus balik dan pindah sekolah di salatiga. di salatiga pun, saya jarang banget dirumah. bisa dibilang saya cuma numpang mandi sama tidur aja dirumah.<br />
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and i found myself missing my family so goddamn much. </div>
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i miss my parents and brothers. </div>
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i miss the chaos at home. </div>
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i miss the shouting-each-other because everyone didn't want to do the housekeeping. </div>
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i miss the knocking at my door to wake me up.</div>
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i even miss my mom's anger.</div>
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and i found that i, actually, can't live far from them.</div>
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i feel like i lost my energy booster.</div>hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-30060418459726543272011-12-04T04:41:00.001-08:002011-12-04T04:47:43.016-08:00moving far away from homeso here i am.<br />
in the semi-jungle city named Sangatta in east Kalimantan.<br />
few months ago i, finally, finished my thesis and sent my application letter to a mine company. it turned out very well, they accepted me and flew me here.<br />
it's been 5 months since i came here.<br />
and now i'm counting down the days. my birthday, Christmas and New Year are coming, soon.<br />
too bad. i'm gonna celebrate them all alone.hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-54000037234908381872011-05-25T08:44:00.000-07:002011-05-25T09:18:11.476-07:00dont give up your dreamJika kamu punya mimpi, cita-cita dan keinginan, biarkan itu menggantung ... mengambang 5 centimeter di depan keningmu. Agar matamu selalu melihat mimpi itu dan kamu selalu membawanya kemana pun kamu pergi.<br /><br />setelah itu yang kamu butuhkan hanya kaki yang melangkah lebih jauh dari biasanya, tangan yang bekerja lebih banyak dari biasanya, mata yang menatap lebih lama dari biasanya, leher yang mendongak lebih lama, tekad yang seribu kali lebih kuat dari baja, hati yang bekerja lebih keras dari biasanya dan mulut yang selalu berdoa.<br /><br />Jangan menyerah. Kuncinya adalah keyakinan.<br /><br />maka dari itu tidak ada yang tidak mungkin selama kita mau berusaha.<br /><br />selamat meraih mimpi!<br /><br />(Taken from: 5 cm)<br /><br />*thanks to Astri for suggesting me 5cm.hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-60066098375398572902011-05-20T09:53:00.000-07:002011-05-25T09:29:48.038-07:00when you're in love<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">When you’re in love you can do something that you never even think of. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">When you’re in love you can do something more than what you think you can do.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">You don’t care what your parents said (or warn?)</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">You don’t care your friends’ advice.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">You don’t care about anything.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">You only care about him / her.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Sorry to say, but this time your feeling is knocking down your logic.</p>hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-84604789558002482222011-05-09T09:53:00.000-07:002011-05-09T10:05:15.169-07:00if not now, then when?live like you're only live for today, there's no tomorrow! do good now and dont delay it. <div>use your time wisely. make sure that you make people around you happy.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>because we never know whether we're gonna still meet the person we love .</div><div>because we never know what's gonna happen to us tomorrow or even 1 minute from now.</div></div><div>dan karena kita tidak pernah tahu kapan harta dan nyawa akan diambil.</div>hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-12470667612358898322011-04-22T11:04:00.000-07:002011-04-22T11:18:58.489-07:00hi pacarpacar, <div>sudah hampir pagi kenapa kamu belum pulang juga? apa si bos mu itu masih menahanmu?</div><div>aku ga habis pikir kenapa bos mu itu masih menahanmu di sana untuk terus dan terus bekerja? toh dia sudah sangat kaya dengan segala merk mobil dan hp nya itu.</div><div><br /></div><div>pacar,</div><div>aku ga sampai hati liat kamu bekerja tanpa hari libur, masih ditambah lagi dengan lembur yang hampir setiap hari. belum lagi dengan jam piket yang ga perlu itu! itupun belum termasuk temen-temen kerja yang seenaknya dan ga tau bagaimana memanusiakan manusia.</div><div><br /></div><div>pacar,</div><div>apa kamu ga lelah dengan pekerjaan mu yang membuatmu demam hampir setiap hari, yang membuatmu ga bisa lagi mandi dengan air dingin karna pasti kamu pasti langsung pilek karena itu, yang membuatmu kehilangan waktu untuk bertemu, bercanda dengan teman-teman dekatmu, yang bahkan membuatmu tidak punya waktu untuk sekedar membersihkan kamar.</div><div><br /></div><div>pacar,</div><div>carilah pekerjaan dengan bos yang berperasaan, yang gak membuatmu demam.</div>hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-57453984132861293992011-04-21T09:11:00.001-07:002011-04-22T10:17:51.567-07:00love just ain't enough<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvI4GFCTjZZG0UV89EAhujzVON_UPmOMgZ9ljwYPIs0q9p9djtjrhRjo2h7qDDwOUpWP5i5bEIpZRnkEpGMaPL4mRXuEMlVSbr59sx59EygxgBwZ-_y-0XWM1ZTgrM3TkBJ0sZmlOBtkg/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvI4GFCTjZZG0UV89EAhujzVON_UPmOMgZ9ljwYPIs0q9p9djtjrhRjo2h7qDDwOUpWP5i5bEIpZRnkEpGMaPL4mRXuEMlVSbr59sx59EygxgBwZ-_y-0XWM1ZTgrM3TkBJ0sZmlOBtkg/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598072715716968386" /></a><div>I know a man. He's about 24, or 25? despite of his past, he's a good man anyway.</div><div>When he was around 18, he met this girl. Then, like other love stories, they felt in love. But no so long after that, they broke up. The girl felt in love with another man and it seemed that the man did the same thing. they dated with another man and girl for about a year. Then 12 months after that, i dont know why, but they agreed to have a relationship like the old times.</div><div>This time, they could hang on with each other characters and habit although they fought almost everyday. well, like another young couple right? when mouth and tongue work much faster than brain :)</div><div>but in the middle of their love story, the girl got pregnant. they came to the thought to do an abortion but the man loved the baby so much that he didn't have a heart to do so. </div><div>they got married.</div><div>unfortunately, marriage wasn't enough to stop the arguing between them. The man tried so hard to be mature to save his family though sometimes he failed to do so. while the girl tried so hard to hang on to save her family, convinced herself that everything's gonna be okay though sometimes she failed to do so that she got angry to the man and vice versa.</div><div>several months after that, the baby was born. the baby was so beautiful that the man felt in love at the first sight he saw his daughter. Everything was so beautiful when suddenly, out of the blue, the baby was sick. </div><div>everyone was panic.</div><div>the baby was hospitalized.</div><div>the baby couldn't hang on that she died a few days after the man brought her to the hospital.</div><div>the man and the girl was so blue. so sad. their worlds were crumbled.</div><div>They got so angry,why their daughter left them when they started to think that they actually could start a family?</div><div>question that none of them could answer.</div><div>Then, they started to blame each other, pointed out each other's mistakes.</div><div>Couldn't stand the reality, they got divorced.</div>hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-10199739263330686852011-04-15T11:50:00.000-07:002011-04-15T12:25:05.805-07:00brothers in puberty<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMe4_W36MekDYZzaEGNjlECLXCOJTTHuWSLHou4emxhyphenhyphenCEnRj2SOEm2XP98nicFMTS8p2-zq0E5hLhsh_5doAdd3bDYz0OK949wh0V2XTmkk28RMMOYohkg6VCnulVlcSe7Tcycy-KdAA/s1600/cats.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMe4_W36MekDYZzaEGNjlECLXCOJTTHuWSLHou4emxhyphenhyphenCEnRj2SOEm2XP98nicFMTS8p2-zq0E5hLhsh_5doAdd3bDYz0OK949wh0V2XTmkk28RMMOYohkg6VCnulVlcSe7Tcycy-KdAA/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595885564210473362" /></a>seperti yang sebelumnya pernah saya ceritakan (pernah cerita ga ya? lupa saya), saya punya adek 2, cowok semua. Yang persis di bawah saya namanya chandra (foto sebelah kanan) dan yang paling bontot namanya putra (tentu aja foto sebelah kiri). Selisih umur chandra dan putra cuma 18 bulan dan sekarang mereka sama udah kelas 3 SMA. kenapa bisa bareng? karena waktu chandra kelas 1 SMA, dia sempat <i>maintenance server</i> setaun, sama seperti saya waktu kelas 2 SMA. tapi ya gpp, human makes mistakes. toh naik kelas terus juga bukan jaminan bakalan sukses. <div>dulu waktu kecil mereka ini lumayan deket, ya paling ngga sering lah main bareng. sayangnya seiring bertambahnya umur mereka, hubungan mereka juga keliatannya semakin renggang. ya salah satu alasannya mungkin karena memang lagi puber. maklum, ketika puber kebanyakan remaja malah jadi ga deket keluarganya dan jarang berbagi cerita, dan sekali lagi sama seperti saya. dalam sehari chandra dan putra bisa bertengkar berkali-kali, kalau dalam sehari mereka tidak bertengkar itu berarti mereka lagi diem-dieman.</div><div>alasan lain dari merenggangnya hubungan mereka mungkin dikarenakan karakter mereka yang memang sangat berbeda. chandra kadang orangnya rada perfeksionis, dia maunya semua serba rapi, walaupun kadang ketika bersih-bersih kamar dan rumah memang masih agak ga bersih sih tapi gpp, paling ngga dia peduli. sedangkan putra orangnya lebih cuek, dia ga begitu peduli kalo kamarnya berantakan, yang penting dia nyaman. hal-hal sepele, seperti beres-beres kamar ini yang sering banget bikin mereka bertengkar.</div><div>tapi untungnya, (setau saya) mereka ga pernah bertengkar perkara cewek, karena sepertinya mereka juga punya selera cewek yang beda *thank God*</div><div><br /></div><div>honestly, kadang saya kangen sama saat-saat waktu mereka akur, bahkan saking akurnya, waktu umur sekitar 7/8 taun, mereka pernah membuat kasur di kamarnya terbakar karena - dengan polosnya - mereka naruh lilin yang menyala di bawah kasur mereka yang hanya berjarak sekitar satu jengkal dari lantai!</div><div>saya juga kangen nonton TV bareng sama mereka, karena sekarang kalo chandra di depan TV berarti uta akan ada di kamar dan juga sebaliknya.</div><div><br /></div><div>saya harap sih, ketika masuk kuliah nanti, emosi mereka sudah lebih stabil jadi lebih bisa menerima sifat dan sikap satu sama lain. </div><div><br /></div><div>ah cant wait to see that moment :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-10183574305702114332011-04-11T11:09:00.000-07:002011-04-11T11:33:01.775-07:00know your limitsome people say "burn your limit"<div><br /></div><div>but i myself prefer to say "know your limit". no matter what, we are still human. we do have limitation.</div><div>that's why we get angry or upset since we cant be patient all the time.</div><div>that's why we cry when we cant bear the pain.</div><div>that's why sometimes we give up something.</div><div><br /></div><div>whether we like it or not,</div><div>there's something we cant get</div><div>there's something we cant feel</div><div>there's something we cant touch</div><div>there's something we cant see</div><div>there's something we cant taste</div><div>there's something we cant find</div><div><br /></div><div>no matter how hard we try or how fast we run pursuing thing we want</div><div><br /></div><div>believe me, there's something that is not ours!</div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-67618586787478258102011-02-27T08:06:00.000-08:002011-02-27T08:13:19.915-08:00I wont be dead by the line!!!she said the deadline will be on May 10th, 2011, which means 2,5 months from now.<div><br /></div><div>the heart beats even faster as I walk approaching that line. but I'm not scared though. I wont let anything blocks my way. anything!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm running, faster than ever!</div><div>side by side with the time.</div><div><br /></div><div>This time, I will reach my finish line. no more delaying.</div><div><br /></div><div>I only need my feet to step farther.</div>hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-60676049341498355022010-12-31T11:06:00.000-08:002010-12-31T11:41:25.508-08:00new day, is it?well, today is the first day of 2011.<div>instead of celebrating - having party - get drunk - and hardly can walk, I spent my new year eve at home. with the family. </div><div><br /></div><div>it started with the news that starts from February daddy will not be working in Borneo, he will move here again with the family. that's good since mommy doesn't have to spend a lot of money to go there visiting daddy.</div><div><br /></div><div>talking about wishes on 2011. simple. </div><div><br /></div><div>Graduated. get a job.</div>hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-43276578179990722592010-12-29T11:06:00.000-08:002010-12-29T11:17:13.207-08:00I know<div>I know where i walk</div><div><br /></div><div>I know where i belong</div><div><br /></div><div><div>I know why i run</div><div><br /></div><div>I know why i hide</div><div><br /></div><div>I know how it works</div><div><br /></div><div>I know what i'm fighting for</div><div><br /></div><div>I know what i'm arguing about</div><div><br /></div><div>I know what i'm praying for</div><div><br /></div><div>I know what i'm asking for</div><div><br /></div><div>I know what i'm trying to</div><div><br /></div><div>I know what i believe in</div><div><br /></div><div>I know what i'm doing</div><div><br /></div><div>and I know why i'm standing here, right now, against you.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>do I?</div></div>hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-8886959438566812502010-12-29T09:04:00.000-08:002010-12-29T10:02:28.003-08:00The Four BrothersBalinese believe we are each accompanied at birth by four invisible brothers, who come into the world with us and protect us throughout our lives. <div>when the child is in the womb, her four siblings are even there with her - they are represented by the placenta, the amniotic fluid, the umbilical cord and the yellow waxy substance that protect an unborn baby's skin. when the baby is born, the parents collect as much of these extraneous birthing materials as possible, placing them in a coconut shell and burying it by the front door of the family's house. according to the Balinese, this buried coconut is the holy resting place of the four unborn brothers, and that spot is tended to forever, like a shrine.<div><br /></div><div>the child is taught from earliest consciousness that she has these four brothers with her in the world wherever she goes, and that they will always look after her. the brothers inhabit the four virtues a person needs in order to be safe and happy in life: intelligence, friendship, strength, and poetry. the brothers can be called upon in any critical situation for rescue and assistance. when you die, your four spirit brothers collect your soul and bring you to heaven. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>(taken from: Eat.Pray.Love p.250)</div><div><br /></div><div>the it means, now i have 8 brothers. i already have 4 brothers with me, i mean the literally-physically brothers then i found that i also have 4 brothers that are already with me everywhere i go even when i was still in my mother's womb. </div><div><br /></div><div>this four brothers belief is also a basic belief of the four brothers meditation. when you're doing this meditation, you will be able to meet them but it is not that easy, said Ketut Liyer (a medicine man). but anyway, they'are still our brothers though so we dont need to talk in a formal way and we can talk to them anytime.</div>hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-57359678899639692232010-12-27T05:30:00.002-08:002010-12-27T06:07:41.834-08:00am i different?i often have a different point of view and ways of thinking compared to my whole family. and this kind of thing often cause me fight with my brothers or even my parents. well..yea, it also happens to every family out there but i dont know why this thing (sometimes) makes me like isolated from my own family. it feels like i cant reach them. maybe i'm wrong but everyday i prefer to spend (almost) all of time outside so that i dont need to spend a quality time with the family. and i do feel so bad about it.<div><br /></div><div>i take a bath as soon as i wake up in the morning. i dress up and go to campus or working. around 4 pm, i go to my student's home and give him a private teaching session. when the evening come, i usually spend my time with my loved one. everyday i get home after 10pm, take a bath, then sit in front of my laptop working on my assignment till 2 or 3 am. and sleep. when i wake up i always do the same thing.</div><div><br /></div><div>when Sunday comes, i clean the house in the morning and help my mom cook the lunch. sometimes we share stories and even gossips. but i still feel that sometimes isn't right between me and her. </div><div><br /></div><div>i do miss my family sometimes. but when i try to mingle with them, i feel lost. i dont know what they talk about. there's also times when i dont even know the topic is and when i ask them, they just blame me for not being home and dont recognize the hottest issue between them. i know i might be wrong, but i try so hard to understand and tolerate everything. well, they might also do the same way but we just dont meet. and once again i feel bad about it.</div><div><br /></div><div>i do love my family but i just cant stand our fights. well, it might be my fault for not spending enough time with the family so i can not understand them.</div><div><br /></div><div>but one thing for sure. i love them more than anything.</div>hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-91975972123748880442010-12-15T22:41:00.000-08:002010-12-15T23:27:30.736-08:00He still the same Godwhen i was a kid, I learned that religion was something that (supposed to) puts us together. religion could make all the differences disappear because we are actually the same.<br />when I grow up, i found out that religion can also be the main reason and factor to separate one from another. the thing gets worse when there is a woman/man falls in love with another woman/man who believes in a different religion. The parents will usually get mad and ask them not to see each other anymore. as a son/daughter, they will feel like they have to choose between their parents and their loved one. they cant have them both.<br />Because of this thing, many couples prefer to runaway from their family, move to another city or even another country to stay together with their boy/girlfriend (and soon become wife/husband).<br />in some cases, the parents' heart will melt away as soon as the couples have a son/daughter but there are also many cases where the parents still cant accept their son/daughter even though their son/daughter is already have children.<br /><br />do the parents know that their rejection is killing their son/daughter?<br /><br />some parents use the word "protection" and "love" for their reason. but hey, for God's sake, we are grown ups. let us solve our problems in our own way. thanks for giving us the lesson of life and it is the time we apply what we learn.<br /><br />why is it so hard for you to accept the differences?<br /> even though we call Him with different names and praise Him with different ways but He is still the same God.hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-41558075374442225842010-12-10T03:04:00.000-08:002010-12-10T03:27:40.804-08:00my birthday but definitely not my day ( at all !)my birthday. yes! i'm turning 23 today.<br /><br />everybody wishes that i would have awesome one. well...it seems like God doesn't think the way my friends think.<br /><br />i woke up with a smile carved on my face. i replied some messages from friends then suddenly my cell phone rang. LTC called and asked me to come to do several things at 11.<br />i took a bath then i walked to campus. i had an appointment with one of Law Faculty English teacher. i was about to interview him as the source of my thesis but after 60 minutes of waiting, he didn't show up. it was already 11 so i went to LTC directly (without having breakfast!)<br /><br />when i walked to LTC, my sandal was broken. i just took them off and i walked bare-footed<br /><br />after doing this and that, i packed all of my things and prepared to go home but a very heavy rain came (and haven't finished until now). i waited again. then, my boss came and asked me what i'm doing and i said nothing. she replied "ok, could you please edit these for me, i need them as soon as possible" then i said yes. (emang bisa jawab apa lagi?)<br /><br />and now, i'm still here, in my office, doing several things and the heavy rain is still out there. and my boyfriend doesn't want to talk to me (for a reason i cant explain here).<br /><br />today is my birthday. i wished to have the awesome one but i don't.<br />well...that's okay though :)<br /><br />so happy birthday dini, older means wiser. keep fighting in order to survive.hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-60649163007334037382010-11-22T11:43:00.000-08:002010-11-22T12:18:13.139-08:00me is enough for me6 months left. i have to graduate by July 2011. but i still sit here, in front of my laptop and doing nothing. i dont know what to do and where to start.<div><br /></div><div>and at the same time, my parents (and people around me) keep asking me how my thesis is going, i still give them the same answer i gave 3 months a go. still collecting the data.</div><div><br /></div><div>do you think i dont feel intimidated by the graduation of friends of mine? of course i do! that's why i dont need more 'pushy action' to push me. just let me take a little air to my lungs then i'll get back to work.</div><div><br /></div><div>support. one thing that i badly need right now. do i sound like a little girl that always need people to back her up in every condition? well..maybe i do, but so what? </div><div>i do need a motivator at the time like this.</div><div><br /></div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div>2 days ago. i found a good quotation from Elizabeth Gilbert, the author of Eat, Pray, Love. i dont remember it word by word. she said that there will one time in your life when you realize that sometime you only have yourself to guide, accompany, support or even love you!</div><div><br /></div><div>and yes, i also found it true. i walked through some moments of my life when there wasnt anyone to lean on, to rely on. and i made it. i survive til today.</div><div>sometimes, i just dont realize how strong i am in bearing pain and troubles and sadness. </div><div><br /></div><div>...</div><div><br /></div><div>then, now i question myself. </div><div>dini, if you can face your past problems that was so much bigger than (just) your thesis and your unexplainable boredom, why are you giving up now? </div><div>get up. stand up. and face it! because there isnt any other way than that. give a little trust to yourself that she can make it. trust yourself!!</div><div>and dini, if you dont want to have other people push you then push yourself!</div><div><br /></div><div>if no one is there when you need them, that's not your problem. you are the only person that can support yourself. you dont need another people to do that for you. </div><div><br /></div><div>you is enough for you.</div>hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-31689003210467910412010-11-17T02:46:00.000-08:002010-11-17T02:54:41.453-08:00This is YOUR life!do what you love. and do it often.<div>if you dont like something. change it.</div><div>if you dont like your job. quit.</div><div>if you dont have enough time. stop watching TV.</div><div>if you're looking for the love of your life. stop.</div><div>they will be waiting for you when you start doing things you love.</div><div>stop over analyzing. all emotions are beautiful.</div><div>when you eat. appreciate.</div><div>life is simple. every last bite.</div><div>open your mind, arms and heart to new things and people. we are united in our differences.</div><div>ask the next person you see what their passion is and share your inspiring dreams with them.</div><div>travel often; getting lost will help you find yourself.</div><div>some opportunities only come once. seize them.</div><div>life is about the people you meet and the things you create with them so go out and start creating.</div><div><br /></div><div>life is short. live your dream and wear your passion. </div><div><br /></div>hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-51231117502440522102010-11-07T11:03:00.000-08:002010-11-07T11:59:09.464-08:00Eyes on Merapi.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8hB1KwctYK8LgfUEi6QhmNmKFkQI3yUsRb8sPjWNcdg0f_hdOsVcrrodQvTgvCPBIamyxm_rxDmYRkxWfo45K5r4RTKB0GeKgngAMSdxFLWXy-R095msLFeHco2hq6f8VuO32C3eCMc/s1600/Erupsi+Merapi+2010.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8hB1KwctYK8LgfUEi6QhmNmKFkQI3yUsRb8sPjWNcdg0f_hdOsVcrrodQvTgvCPBIamyxm_rxDmYRkxWfo45K5r4RTKB0GeKgngAMSdxFLWXy-R095msLFeHco2hq6f8VuO32C3eCMc/s400/Erupsi+Merapi+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536892042145941730" border="0" /></a><br />saya rasa seluruh indonesia juga sudah tau kalo 26 oktober 2010 merapi erupsi. bencana yang tadinya tidak begitu diperhatikan orang banyak, mungkin karena hampir semua orang mengira kalo bencana ini ga akan berlangsung lama. sepertinya hampir semua orang <span style="font-style: italic;">mbatin</span> "ah..paling besok juga udah reda, trus tar bakalan banyak dompet peduli kasih ato apalah itu". ternyata merapi tidak hanya erupsi hari itu saja, beberapa hari setelah itu pun sang merapi masih saja belum puas mengeluarkan isi perutnya.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtruabZgr50mNDzIP4ZVu7a_0uCm9lCvHXnVpdBrK7Vvolkofh0v7inprH-I1LlAlIMe7zRE-2MsGpPNYq-fmveKE0awUFezSIwxlBQpOQLuUDHBt-Zfu1aoma5QebJfJo8Hfd22FWF3w/s1600/peristiwa-erupsi-merapi-17.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtruabZgr50mNDzIP4ZVu7a_0uCm9lCvHXnVpdBrK7Vvolkofh0v7inprH-I1LlAlIMe7zRE-2MsGpPNYq-fmveKE0awUFezSIwxlBQpOQLuUDHBt-Zfu1aoma5QebJfJo8Hfd22FWF3w/s400/peristiwa-erupsi-merapi-17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536893278400425698" border="0" /></a><br />jarak aman pengungsi yang tadinya hanya sekitar 15km pun akhirnya harus direlokasi sejauh 20km (sampai hari ini). pengungsi pun semakin banyak.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJkvHLE2DRIMzF_uJJMLFIud5VnfHmb5KhZ3MNZa-ibfBp5WeV-ovvP3tY2h9xU8ZftjKwaery_8bFVcikI82z4HuNwo7rv_eAiRuoPS3kRQbAKDOTI6eu94Grpz_-zzmT4QLV-DcMKw/s1600/98504_pasca-erupsi-merapi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJkvHLE2DRIMzF_uJJMLFIud5VnfHmb5KhZ3MNZa-ibfBp5WeV-ovvP3tY2h9xU8ZftjKwaery_8bFVcikI82z4HuNwo7rv_eAiRuoPS3kRQbAKDOTI6eu94Grpz_-zzmT4QLV-DcMKw/s400/98504_pasca-erupsi-merapi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536895385937456578" border="0" /></a><br />tapi beberapa warga bahkan masih sempat untuk bolak-balik ke desa nya untuk memberi makan ternak dan ketika ditanya mengapa, mereka hanya menjawab "nanti kalo merapi sudah reda, kami cuma punya ternak untuk membantu kami bertahan hidup, karena rumah dan segalanya sudah hilang terbakar"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2FHp-YAtmBIwYQhIo0zpKsEaIRuI92gitVwcb6LjBMK4-r57iFqMO0WO6jhAnS7JJPogt9m1jgVFnU-VmmWMEiBW8IWNahB1EdQ6VKIrMh-CcA2yGV8EwMERoG89lTEcketC74iSQ-g8/s1600/98495_pasca-erupsi-merapi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2FHp-YAtmBIwYQhIo0zpKsEaIRuI92gitVwcb6LjBMK4-r57iFqMO0WO6jhAnS7JJPogt9m1jgVFnU-VmmWMEiBW8IWNahB1EdQ6VKIrMh-CcA2yGV8EwMERoG89lTEcketC74iSQ-g8/s400/98495_pasca-erupsi-merapi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536897908672782450" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2FHp-YAtmBIwYQhIo0zpKsEaIRuI92gitVwcb6LjBMK4-r57iFqMO0WO6jhAnS7JJPogt9m1jgVFnU-VmmWMEiBW8IWNahB1EdQ6VKIrMh-CcA2yGV8EwMERoG89lTEcketC74iSQ-g8/s1600/98495_pasca-erupsi-merapi.jpg"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwwwJlZ49WFfSnZV8VpcXlfQAwGZAgXe91aFrXSo_Mpk-PnNWO-JZ-GcaEQsm46Cg8UncJzDAwFt8vt1mlkd953bhBhFS9hU1Ik3HJDS4AMtv4-SzwfMDlUqrqW3XBc_oLfKrBIOZBWmI/s1600/98494_pasca-erupsi-merapi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwwwJlZ49WFfSnZV8VpcXlfQAwGZAgXe91aFrXSo_Mpk-PnNWO-JZ-GcaEQsm46Cg8UncJzDAwFt8vt1mlkd953bhBhFS9hU1Ik3HJDS4AMtv4-SzwfMDlUqrqW3XBc_oLfKrBIOZBWmI/s400/98494_pasca-erupsi-merapi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536898408877180834" border="0" /></a><br />sawah jadi abu-abu. pohon jadi abu-abu. jalanan jadi abu-abu. hangus. terbakar. hilang. dan perasaan pun juga jadi abu-abu. Earth doesn't provide any other color.<br /><br />dampak erupsi merapi pun ga cuma di Jogja, kota-kota disekitar jogja pun ikut merasakan hujan abu dari letusan sang merapi. semua orang di kota saya pun mulai memakai masker. anehnya, ada orang yang dengan teganya menjual masker dengan harga 10 x lipat harga semula. what the hell are they thinking??!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTspHXsedEqnkUvYoqT9nAO03CVM2kX4Pd32vUjpnt7gE2e-LDZoP0xz7Xv7ORSIBWT5qvyN6XE72O2cBbZlM29_T6ucCxHh3Uo4mSH-xFgINuJcXXU6CbBM64G5XnVbY2SHrKmTiukmM/s1600/98492_pasca-erupsi-merapi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTspHXsedEqnkUvYoqT9nAO03CVM2kX4Pd32vUjpnt7gE2e-LDZoP0xz7Xv7ORSIBWT5qvyN6XE72O2cBbZlM29_T6ucCxHh3Uo4mSH-xFgINuJcXXU6CbBM64G5XnVbY2SHrKmTiukmM/s400/98492_pasca-erupsi-merapi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536898982563753458" border="0" /></a><br />bukan hanya aliran bantuan dana dan makanan saja yang mengalir tapi manusia-manusia pun berbondong-bondong pergi kesana untuk membantu. melakukan apa saja yang bisa mereka lakukan untuk para pengungsi. sedikit ironis memang, ternyata kita bisa begitu bersatu ketika ada bencana. betapa kita bisa memperlakukan orang lain seperti saudara karena bencana.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKxjigqqOe8cN3DA_YjtyuUDfLK-WZDzkY9bcWbCNUDPugVHCfQ8BY6kVgYg-ZakJr7e-qOISgPRBkR1ULpRAGA0vFdsq72xkLKVofWkSO9VlZcukrvxrqRBFtoiQvFJTw_QHQBnKE36Q/s1600/GnMerapi061110-5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKxjigqqOe8cN3DA_YjtyuUDfLK-WZDzkY9bcWbCNUDPugVHCfQ8BY6kVgYg-ZakJr7e-qOISgPRBkR1ULpRAGA0vFdsq72xkLKVofWkSO9VlZcukrvxrqRBFtoiQvFJTw_QHQBnKE36Q/s400/GnMerapi061110-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536895994373883122" border="0" /></a><br />semua mata menatap merapi. semua tangan mengatup, berdoa, memohon ampun pada Si empunya kehidupan. semua nafas tertahan melihat nafas panas sang merapi meniup, menghancurkan, meratakan desa-desa dikakinya. bahkan mengambil mereka tak cukup sigap untuk menyelamatkan diri. maka korban jiwa pun bertambah.<br /><br />*gambar-gambar di atas saya ambil dari google, tidak ada satu pun yang asli jepretan saya.hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-712359775907660592.post-6310596408862564292010-11-04T22:36:00.000-07:002010-11-04T23:27:11.231-07:00Mt. Bromo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKxRKxWcCaBYxwtsgFNcptx1zQj9dd9ycfi7Z0DZ2BW-bigRCa_wrrW2KO1N2_hbh9tvageST8AAYEgriyf4LZ8x6FGWomyD7olbkzPn7rJ6dsL3VdN14HWebl1Zr2nbB775E66guuPs/s1600/87.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKxRKxWcCaBYxwtsgFNcptx1zQj9dd9ycfi7Z0DZ2BW-bigRCa_wrrW2KO1N2_hbh9tvageST8AAYEgriyf4LZ8x6FGWomyD7olbkzPn7rJ6dsL3VdN14HWebl1Zr2nbB775E66guuPs/s400/87.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535947663088494690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQztvzbNJJZA5I_XZ_L9YX_mvy6ljQ_J4XjMoaymOldhKFyYBCEoCB7vrB4lB1xroGdSXqeQ-Uj2xx-lnVQuUW8v75HAa_sds7bWGgNSRehrVSr83IopqAimEM82__2mGSbNoldcJe-w/s1600/84.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQztvzbNJJZA5I_XZ_L9YX_mvy6ljQ_J4XjMoaymOldhKFyYBCEoCB7vrB4lB1xroGdSXqeQ-Uj2xx-lnVQuUW8v75HAa_sds7bWGgNSRehrVSr83IopqAimEM82__2mGSbNoldcJe-w/s400/84.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535946133318998994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYNN6UQ5XiyHUsf2fm9hQ0WS48nK_4JvoMcax-UmuEuTTbduuxLmu_pGNcOFCTjNANjZpaP-T9jg8EZSpFPwLQ8eG_92-5T_Eief_51bbGhFkRwK8aBrbGApgZTyP31HhAfkkOvcQU_U/s1600/80.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYNN6UQ5XiyHUsf2fm9hQ0WS48nK_4JvoMcax-UmuEuTTbduuxLmu_pGNcOFCTjNANjZpaP-T9jg8EZSpFPwLQ8eG_92-5T_Eief_51bbGhFkRwK8aBrbGApgZTyP31HhAfkkOvcQU_U/s400/80.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535943670613305890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpaUjkuE-IFH6Hunut6JiMyAQGQVoYkSQ8QfuLaX31c9dnQljPpm1l45GNytwCkO-sQ3iIlEIRSHClcynXMNlq3iS5Ges0N_gu2GXNdfIdt1p3RVayyeA_5uCa5YWnLTA9YfG8Wyka1U/s1600/71.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpaUjkuE-IFH6Hunut6JiMyAQGQVoYkSQ8QfuLaX31c9dnQljPpm1l45GNytwCkO-sQ3iIlEIRSHClcynXMNlq3iS5Ges0N_gu2GXNdfIdt1p3RVayyeA_5uCa5YWnLTA9YfG8Wyka1U/s400/71.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535942118135882066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmdUf1ipm-YlVfcRW0mnhBDF6AAH7lqOFQ5mWg4DdOLgha5B3rtnZsvQDxfYx_uDUGasZ_J93CR9x64wKefPR5k7qzkeqYA2Mfm1Q7QBBpwe04ZILyo6l0n7NVzpnbiM5gDRG6hYfmOnA/s1600/66.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmdUf1ipm-YlVfcRW0mnhBDF6AAH7lqOFQ5mWg4DdOLgha5B3rtnZsvQDxfYx_uDUGasZ_J93CR9x64wKefPR5k7qzkeqYA2Mfm1Q7QBBpwe04ZILyo6l0n7NVzpnbiM5gDRG6hYfmOnA/s400/66.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535941040294252610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi018XS7n5X3tTZPYODXHgMZLg9A5F0SumhAuNhpBK-3rOfwS-pPj8ZQX46ANh08t6yTWioq6jsKIkVwLCQRrKR-L78w40r6HFHAnSwVYZqglrNVxuzIl5PvillHBCPIhGefA5DKBvtqos/s1600/59.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi018XS7n5X3tTZPYODXHgMZLg9A5F0SumhAuNhpBK-3rOfwS-pPj8ZQX46ANh08t6yTWioq6jsKIkVwLCQRrKR-L78w40r6HFHAnSwVYZqglrNVxuzIl5PvillHBCPIhGefA5DKBvtqos/s400/59.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535939234288157586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3K3i4XZOYUH_4O_PStz3DFudy5QgwsxYSXadSBc9D6E0iGVzYwzp61mz7MTAoRNoMnAjV5uUF1MTp3moffBejr4yb_uLsmOJJgC556hhWcW0koOwvg5x_jMBrnU7bD6v8zbCNrhGpqmM/s1600/57.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3K3i4XZOYUH_4O_PStz3DFudy5QgwsxYSXadSBc9D6E0iGVzYwzp61mz7MTAoRNoMnAjV5uUF1MTp3moffBejr4yb_uLsmOJJgC556hhWcW0koOwvg5x_jMBrnU7bD6v8zbCNrhGpqmM/s400/57.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535936204412080722" border="0" /></a>hanya berceritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05006132505301246235noreply@blogger.com0