<?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-19909603</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:09:31.379-07:00</updated><category term='ngaco berat'/><title type='text'>UMARE KAWATTA</title><subtitle type='html'>....FEEL BORN NEW EVERYDAY, Yay !!!....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-855542831101619812</id><published>2008-07-15T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:53:27.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>even in the dense crowd, i'm sure i still can found you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0409 bozu e,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss you so much, so i wrote this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to replay our game of "secrets"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Konayuki mau kisetsu wa itsumo sure chigai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hitogomi ni magirete mo onaji sora miteru no ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kaze ni fukarete nita you ni kogoeru no ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've always missing each other, no matter how uncomplexe things happened&lt;br /&gt;we've always passing by each other&lt;br /&gt;but even it was true, we can deny that there's a mysterious connection between us&lt;br /&gt;something which always can't make us apart&lt;br /&gt;in a peace rhytm of flowing wind, i just can tell what u're feeling now&lt;br /&gt;i just can tell, "i found you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Boku wa kimi no subete nado shitte wa inai darou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Soredemo ichi oku nin kara kimi wo mitsuketa yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Konkyo wa naikedo honki de omotterunda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know anything about you&lt;br /&gt;but i can proudly present myself who know you better than anyone else&lt;br /&gt;that's why..&lt;br /&gt;that's why i called it "our chemistry"&lt;br /&gt;no need to proof anything,&lt;br /&gt;cuz we just know about this, recognized it very well in our mind..&lt;br /&gt;you and i know "it's true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sasaina ii aimo nakute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Onaji jikan wo ikite nado ike nai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sunao ni nare nai nara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yorokobi mo kanashimi mo munashii dake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're lie if we say nothing ever happened between us&lt;br /&gt;those quarrels, those make ups, those up and down of us&lt;br /&gt;they remained here, in our "land of freedom"&lt;br /&gt;and it will remained here, forever...&lt;br /&gt;now, when everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;we can trust ourself to be sincere about love, about our life...&lt;br /&gt;and those happy or sad things just like the cotton blowed by the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;......Konayuki nee kokoro made shiroku somerareta nara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Futari no kodoku wo tsutsunde sora ni kaesu kara.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the snow powder may whiten deep to our heart&lt;br /&gt;It will cover both our loneliness and return it to the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i never be lonely, ever..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just because we've to known each other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;though' we've never meet each other...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-855542831101619812?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/855542831101619812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=855542831101619812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/855542831101619812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/855542831101619812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2008/07/even-in-dense-crowd-im-sure-i-still-can.html' title='even in the dense crowd, i&apos;m sure i still can found you'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-3546015952455479220</id><published>2008-04-16T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:42:39.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>itsumo umaku ikanai</title><content type='html'>knapa ya...........&lt;br /&gt;itsumo umaku ikanai....&lt;br /&gt;nande&lt;br /&gt;nande nande&lt;br /&gt;??????&lt;br /&gt;nandomo nandomo&lt;br /&gt;itsumo umaku ikanai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astaghfirulah...&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-824896243849881809</id><published>2008-03-04T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:06:10.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mabudachi</title><content type='html'>Mabudachi......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahasa jawanya "teman baik" kali ya :), &lt;br /&gt;klo diitung-itung sejak lahir banyak punya temen, mulai dari temen masa balita, masa alita, teman SD, SMP, SMU.&lt;br /&gt;semua teman yang pernah bersentuhan dengan diri saya punya warna masing2. warna yang bukan cuma hitam dan putih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-824896243849881809?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/824896243849881809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=824896243849881809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/824896243849881809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/824896243849881809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2008/03/mabudachi.html' title='Mabudachi'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-3992756235936593039</id><published>2008-01-06T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T07:07:40.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni dia lagu wajib pas ngerjain TA</title><content type='html'>Ngerjain TA....wow pusingnya!!!!&lt;br /&gt;apalagi di kampung nun jauh disono (puspptekserpong-red)&lt;br /&gt;perjalanan dari Bintaro ato kembangan (ga pake lewat tol coz ngangkotz bo!)yg melelahkan dan menyesakkan dada.&lt;br /&gt;lagu ni pas bgt rasanya waktu ngerjain TA, pelipur lara thd kebosanan, ke-empetan, dll.&lt;br /&gt;ada satu verse yg "tek" bgt dihati. thank's to koyama who sang these verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"istuka suiteki kanarazu isho wo ugatsu" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one day these sweats will hits iTS MARK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berhubung si dangdut di kosan(yuyun-red) suka bgt lagu ini (dan klipnya yg kawaii abis :)). ini niy..... liriknya!!! a cheerful n positive song (Pi said ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeek by NewS.  klik disini :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bonjovial.livejournal.com/739716.html"&gt;http://bonjovial.livejournal.com/739716.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whatever happened, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;asu e mukae yukou ( hadapi masa depan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jya, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;IKIMASU.....,yay !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( ha ha ha 1000x !)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-3992756235936593039?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-94377450071860044</id><published>2007-12-25T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:01:49.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ngaco berat'/><title type='text'>unmeina hito a.k. a Jodoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hakka no nioi no...&lt;br /&gt;unmei na hito sa...&lt;br /&gt;boku no me wa kimi shika utsuranai.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepotong dari lagu "hakka candy" nya kinki kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pengen bicara tentang hal satu ini. tentang "bukan cinta atribut"......&lt;br /&gt;pernah baca bukunya andrea hirata, trilogi eh..tetralogi tepatnya. laskar pelangi, sang pemimpi, edensor?????&lt;br /&gt;buku yang nge-hit abis itu lho!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ya klo belum baca, sok lah pinjem, beli atau...ya beli lah buat baca buku itu. kerenz!!! dijamin.&lt;br /&gt;nah, disini lagi pengen menyorot satu fragmen tentang kehidupan tokoh-tokoh yang ada di dalamnya. sang tokoh utama yang dipanggil "ikal" dan saudara sepupunya yang bernama "arai".&lt;br /&gt;menyorot lebih fokus lagi tentang kisah cinta dua tokoh ini.&lt;br /&gt;cinta ikal pada A ling yang tak kunjung sampai. cinta ikal pada zakiah nurmala yang polos dan tak beralasan tapi gila. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin itulah yang dibilang "bukan cinta atribut".&lt;br /&gt;ikal suka pada a ling bukan karena cantik, bukan karena ia teman masa kecilnya, susah dijelaskan, entahlah..mengapa dia suka pada a ling hingga "keukeuh" mencarinya sampai ujung dunia ;).&lt;br /&gt;cinta ikal pada zakian nurmala, misalnya. simple, tak banyak beralasan, bukan karena zakiah kuliah kedokteran. bukan karena zakiah teman masa kecilnya. it's so simple without any.....&lt;br /&gt;---space out----&lt;br /&gt;ya...dilanjutin lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazoe kirenai demo sukoshi no saigetsu wa nagare &lt;br /&gt;Ittai kimi no koto wo dorekurai wakatteru no ka na &lt;br /&gt;Yubisaki de chizu tadoru you ni wa umaku ikanai ne &lt;br /&gt;Kizuiteiru yo fuan sou na kao kakushiteru kurai &lt;br /&gt;Isogi ashi no ashita e to teikou suru you ni &lt;br /&gt;Kake .. mayottetemo &lt;br /&gt;Fushigi na kurai kono mune wa kimi wo egaku yo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miagereba kagayaki wa iroasetsu afureteita &lt;br /&gt;Donna toki mo terashiteru &lt;br /&gt;Anata iro no you ni nattanara &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mou sukoshi dake kimi no nioi ni dakarete itai ne &lt;br /&gt;Soto no kuuki ni kubi wa wo hikare &lt;br /&gt;Boku wa se wo muketa &lt;br /&gt;Shiroku nijinda tameiki ni shirasareru &lt;br /&gt;Toki wo kurikaeshigara futo omou no sa &lt;br /&gt;Naze boku wa koko ni irun darou &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soba ni ite zutto kimi no egao wo mitsumeteitai &lt;br /&gt;Utsuriyuku shunkan wa sono hitomi ni sunde itai &lt;br /&gt;Dokomademo odayaka na shikisai ni irodorareta &lt;br /&gt;Hitotsu no fuukei ga no naka yorisou you ni &lt;br /&gt;Toki wo tomete hoshii eien ni &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soba ni ite zutto kimi no egao wo mitsumeteitai &lt;br /&gt;Utsuriyuku shunkan wa sono hitomi ni sunde itai &lt;br /&gt;Itsu no hi ka azayaka na kisetsu e to tsuredasetara &lt;br /&gt;Yuki ni you ni sora ni saku hana no moto e hana no motohe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-94377450071860044?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/94377450071860044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=94377450071860044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/94377450071860044'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"SONO EGAO BOKU NI MISETE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SHOW ME THAT SMILE,  bahasa jawanya "perlihatkan padaku senyum itu" jadi dangdut ya translate nya :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-credit goes to solitair@LJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;自分が無力だって　うつむきそうになっても&lt;br /&gt;誰かのため　出来ることが　見つかるはずさ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jibun ga muryoku datte Utsumuki sou ni natte mo&lt;br /&gt;Dareka no tame Dekiru koto ga Mitsukaru hazu sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;At times when you feel so powerless that you hang your head in shame&lt;br /&gt;You'll definitely be able to find that there is something that only you are able to do for someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saat diri merasa lemah hingga tenggelam dalam rasa malu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;理由もなく　生まれてきた訳じゃない&lt;br /&gt;この地球に　あなたの手で　光を灯すんだ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riyuu mo naku Umaretekita wake janai&lt;br /&gt;Kono hoshi ni Anata no te de Hikari wo tomosunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You were born for a reason into this world&lt;br /&gt;It's that light that you hold within your hands upon this planet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kita terlahir di dunia ini karena satu alasan&lt;br /&gt;itulah cahaya yang kita genggam dan menyinari dunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;溢れる言葉より　見つけたい&lt;br /&gt;あなたの笑顔　１つの笑顔&lt;br /&gt;広げよう　世界中へ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afureru kotoba yori Mitsuketai&lt;br /&gt;Anata no egao Hitotsu no egao&lt;br /&gt;Hiroge you Sekaijuu e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;More than words that overflow, I want to discover&lt;br /&gt;That smile that is yours alone, and with just that one smile&lt;br /&gt;It'll spread to the rest of the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lebih dari kata-kata, ingin kutemukan&lt;br /&gt;senyum itu, yang hanya milikmu&lt;br /&gt;yang akan menerangi seluruh dunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;その笑顔　僕に見せて&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono egao Boku ni misete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Show me that smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...heart wrenching , ne?????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-8724220017655702092?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/8724220017655702092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=8724220017655702092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/8724220017655702092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/8724220017655702092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2007/11/sono-egao-boku-ni-misete.html' title='sono egao boku ni misete'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-5157618789991336422</id><published>2007-09-16T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T18:21:34.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>better than ever</title><content type='html'>Ramadhan is coming.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really late saying that hehehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;but it was very awkward for me to enjoy Ramadhan almostby myself.&lt;br /&gt;not like other years i've enjoy it in bandung.&lt;br /&gt;maybe 4JJI gave a chance to me to be real .....&lt;br /&gt;yea, want it become true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-5157618789991336422?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/5157618789991336422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=5157618789991336422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/5157618789991336422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/5157618789991336422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2007/09/better-than-ever.html' title='better than ever'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-8085667250378716547</id><published>2007-08-28T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:06:56.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hakka atau haka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_62NIWVwWAPw/RtPkxQQyW_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ktzmCz8qM0/s1600-h/PAD3-peppermint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_62NIWVwWAPw/RtPkxQQyW_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ktzmCz8qM0/s320/PAD3-peppermint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103674337571003378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_62NIWVwWAPw/RtPkVgQyW-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HLBwhu0dsyY/s1600-h/hotaru11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_62NIWVwWAPw/RtPkVgQyW-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HLBwhu0dsyY/s320/hotaru11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103673860829633506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakka to ka , haka to ka&lt;br /&gt;onaji da you&lt;br /&gt;suzushii, tsumetai&lt;br /&gt;kedo, chiagu koto ga aru&lt;br /&gt;hakka is full of joy and happiness , while another is sadness and loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get these 2 words for my new vocab : hakka means peppermint while haka means graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;from 2 things very different : Hakka candy which very wonderful (even flirty) love song and Hotaru no Haka, dark and touching story about brotherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;futari no koto sugoi yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is hakka candy:&lt;br /&gt;-credit goes to Mognet.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Tahoma,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;shizuka ni michite kuru&lt;br /&gt;nami no tsuzureori&lt;br /&gt;nan do mo nakaseta ne&lt;br /&gt;gomen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amedama motte nai ka na?&lt;br /&gt;kore ga saigo na no&lt;br /&gt;shiroi ha shita misete&lt;br /&gt;warau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimi shika you're the one&lt;br /&gt;mienai for love and one&lt;br /&gt;honto da yo&lt;br /&gt;hakka no nioi no unmei no hito sa&lt;br /&gt;boku no me wa&lt;br /&gt;kimi shika utsuranai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goran yo ano hikaru hoshi&lt;br /&gt;hokkyokusei da yo&lt;br /&gt;yoko ni wa mikazuki no&lt;br /&gt;kobune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kokoro no keisanki&lt;br /&gt;sonna mono nai wa&lt;br /&gt;mujaki ni iikitta&lt;br /&gt;kimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kawaii you're the one&lt;br /&gt;kuseshite for love and one&lt;br /&gt;shin ga aru&lt;br /&gt;mirai wo azukeru kachi no aru hito sa&lt;br /&gt;uso ja nai&lt;br /&gt;kimi shika utsuranai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suzushii umikaze ni&lt;br /&gt;kono mama dakarete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimi dake you're the one&lt;br /&gt;for love and one&lt;br /&gt;kimi dake ga boku ga erabu hito&lt;br /&gt;tatsumaki mitai na jidai ni ikite mo&lt;br /&gt;kimi to nara&lt;br /&gt;jouzu ni yareru sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimi shika you're the one&lt;br /&gt;mienai for love and one&lt;br /&gt;honto da yo&lt;br /&gt;hakka no nioi no unmei no hito sa&lt;br /&gt;boku no me wa&lt;br /&gt;kimi shika utsuranai&lt;br /&gt;kimi shika utsuranai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(indonesian said "gombal ni ye..." but i'd like to share with u anyway :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kirara-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-8085667250378716547?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_62NIWVwWAPw/RtPkxQQyW_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ktzmCz8qM0/s72-c/PAD3-peppermint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-5723196722418158244</id><published>2007-08-26T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:34:16.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hakka candy</title><content type='html'>.....kimi shika, mienai&lt;br /&gt;hontou da yo&lt;br /&gt;hakka no , nioi mo .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a lie, desshou ?&lt;br /&gt;demo, nanka, yuraimashikatta&lt;br /&gt;jitsu wa, kyou oyaji no koto omoidashita&lt;br /&gt;nanka, naite jya, atashi wa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-5723196722418158244?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/5723196722418158244/comments/default' 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"jeJepangan" aja</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i declared it .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ima kara, hakkiri sasete kure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;semua ganjalan yang ada di hati ato pikiran....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;mboten wonten ingkang kedah di wedheni....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; gusti 4JJI kemawon.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Laa Tahzan , La takhofu.... innallaha ma ana....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;yosh!  HASHIRE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-5009123273993705748?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/5009123273993705748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=5009123273993705748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/5009123273993705748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/5009123273993705748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2007/08/karena-ga-boleh-pake-jejepangan-aja.html' title='karena ga boleh pake &quot;jeJepangan&quot; aja'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-8603255107275262766</id><published>2007-08-03T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T02:04:53.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>harusnya di POST tgl 21 juli</title><content type='html'>this was really me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My blog&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;07 nen, shichigatsu, 21nichi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-------L O S T-----------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Today was the graduation day of my university.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was supposed to commemorize the graduation for the university student , and actually it was for the generation of mine. And actually I’m not on it. For some particular reasons I couldn’t attended it, even I just congratulated my friends who’s graduate this time by mail. Hidoi ne?! Demo, sou ga nai jya. I can’t help myself for being envying them too much. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I just kept my self patient with all the stuff they said ‘bout their graduation. It’s not just about envying them, or maybe it was an accumulation of my loneliness for being leaved by them. Euhmmm, iya da yo. I don’t think so. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I was think about my whole life since I knew how to think ‘bout my self ‘till almost 22 years of mine. I was releaved that I got such fortune to be rised In a peacefull family without any serious problem which shake the balance of my childhood life. Then my father leaved when I was 11. It was the only thing shifted my paradigm of life. Since I was very young at that time I don’t even realized that those things might be have some influences in the present time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Maybe I don’t think too much about being a daughter of single parent family that time. Since I was young my mom always teach and condition us , her daughters felt brave and did all the things by ourselves. I proud for having such wonderfull and strong woman like that as my Mom. (Itsumo arigatou, Kaasan !). Those things flowed as I grew and become adult. I didn’t realize that there’s something lost in my life, not like other&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;person who didn’t lost a part of their life. I didn’t realize a single thing that made significant shifting in my perception of life. Then, when I was lost in the jungle of confusions to decide what should I do for my future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It was a while when I realize, What should I do for my whole future? What should I make to plan for my next step? When I look around me, my jaw was down. I Do Not Know About Those Things YET. It was totally failure for my self that time. Few days ago, I was felt down and always feel turn down by all things happened to me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Then, that answer came to me. It was a chat with my friend. My highschool life friend ‘though he wasn’t my highschool friend. I shared my problem that time , and tremendously he can describe my whole confusions. Sugoi na????&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eventhough it was very simple to guess,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but those seemed very incredible that time. Life tremendously flow without our selfishness&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to make it go with our own plan. “NARIYUKI” (go with the flow). Maybe that’s the exact word to express that mysterious answer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just that simple thing made me realize that I was wrong to put my attention to plan my future. Life isn’t a thing to be think of. Just let it flow and let yourself realize a think to be thinked of when you find a single wonderfull thing in it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Then, 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; answer came too. The song flow and obviously touch my heart without I knew the whole lyrics meaning. Just caught up some words in it “ number 1 ni naranakute mou ii” which means there’s no need to be always be No. 1. Lately I found the title, Sekai ni Hitotsu no Hana. That’s sang by an important person. &lt;i style=""&gt;A person which was very close to my heart but pretty far from my existence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="right"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;There's no need to be No. 1&lt;br /&gt;you've always been a very special only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw many kinds of flowers lined up in front of the flowershop.&lt;br /&gt;everyone has their favorite kinds but all of them are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Without competing to see which was the best among them,&lt;br /&gt;they were standing straight up proudly inside the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;So why then do we humans have to compare ourselves to one another?&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough each and every person is different,&lt;br /&gt;why do we want to be number one?&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are each..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;a flower unlike any other in the world&lt;br /&gt;and each and everyone of us carries a different seed&lt;br /&gt;We should focus all our efforts on trying to make that flower bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="right"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I was crying in my heart &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It was so deep!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I can’t help to make myself down for a while to recognize that I was perfectly wrong yesterday. I want to keep falling, but I know I still could stand to make my self move forward. Nothings else to be think of. Nariyuki, sou da yo ! Tsuyoku naru. Mae ni susume. (be strong, move forward).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-------Tsuzuku----&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-8603255107275262766?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/8603255107275262766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=8603255107275262766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/8603255107275262766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/8603255107275262766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2007/08/harusnya-di-post-tgl-21-juli.html' title='harusnya di POST tgl 21 juli'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-8642986681822981572</id><published>2007-08-03T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T01:59:21.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pidato nya mr. steve jobs (keren!)</title><content type='html'>just 1 comment : COOOOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the speech of Steve Jobs in  Stanford Univ Graduation-&lt;br /&gt;credits to forum kabinetnolpatnollima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;The first story is about connecting the dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;My second story is about love and loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;My third story is about death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;Thank you all very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-8642986681822981572?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/8642986681822981572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=8642986681822981572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/8642986681822981572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/8642986681822981572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2007/08/pidato-nya-mr-steve-jobs-keren.html' title='pidato nya mr. steve jobs (keren!)'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-4885813984460936723</id><published>2007-07-19T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T05:58:03.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baru!Baru!Baru!</title><content type='html'>Finally.....&lt;br /&gt;mulai semangat lagi buat blogging. hehe , pelampiasan karena bakalan ga punya temen kecuali PiPi , LOL.&lt;br /&gt;judulnya baru, templatenya baru juga. mudah2an bisa jadi semangat baru.&lt;br /&gt;btw, ada yang mo nayain kabar saya ga ya???&lt;br /&gt;ada yg mau ketemu ma saya kah???&lt;br /&gt;yup, mungkin bakalan nemuin hal lain lagi di sini.&lt;br /&gt;pas banget, setaun yang lau juga sempat "maen2" sendirian di semarang.&lt;br /&gt;semoga nemuin hal yang "bermanpaaaaaat" di serpong.&lt;br /&gt;btw, kapan ya diijinkan maen2 ke tokyo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing everything will come true...&lt;br /&gt;amiiiiiin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. bersama ponakan2 nan tembem dan menggemaskan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-4885813984460936723?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/4885813984460936723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=4885813984460936723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/4885813984460936723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/4885813984460936723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2007/07/barubarubaru.html' title='Baru!Baru!Baru!'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-6280203194217384252</id><published>2007-07-12T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T02:29:43.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hagemashita kite kureta...arigatou!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;another sweet things from you, itsumo arigatou P!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;(just when i got very down, kuyashii dakedo mae ni susumunda :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- sekai ni hitotsu dake no hana--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one ni naranakutemoii&lt;br /&gt;Moto moto tokubetsuna Only One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanaya no misesaki ni naranda&lt;br /&gt;Ironna hana wo mitte ita&lt;br /&gt;Hito sorezore konomi wa aru kedo&lt;br /&gt;Doremo minna kirei da ne&lt;br /&gt;Kono naka de dare ga ichiban da nante&lt;br /&gt;Arasou koto mo shinaide&lt;br /&gt;Baketsu no naka hokorashige ni&lt;br /&gt;Shanto mune o hatte iru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore na no ni bokura ningen wa&lt;br /&gt;Doushite kou mo kurabetagaru ?&lt;br /&gt;Hitori hitori chigau no ni sono naka de&lt;br /&gt;Ichiban ni naritagaru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou sa bokura wa&lt;br /&gt;Sekai ni hitotsu dake no hana&lt;br /&gt;Hitori hitori chigau tane wo motsu&lt;br /&gt;Sono hana wo sakaseru koto dake ni&lt;br /&gt;Isshoukenmei ni nareba ii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komatta you ni warainagara&lt;br /&gt;Zutto mayotteru hito ga iru&lt;br /&gt;Ganbatte saita hana wa doremo&lt;br /&gt;Kirei dakara shikata nai ne&lt;br /&gt;Yatto mise kara dete kita&lt;br /&gt;Sono hito ga kakaete ita&lt;br /&gt;Irotoridori no hanataba to&lt;br /&gt;Ureshisou na yokogao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namae mo shiranakatta keredo&lt;br /&gt;Ano hi boku ni egao wo kureta&lt;br /&gt;Daremo kizukanai you na basho de&lt;br /&gt;Saiteta hana no you ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou sa bokura mo&lt;br /&gt;Sekai ni hitotsu dake no hana&lt;br /&gt;Hitori hitori chigau tane wo motsu&lt;br /&gt;Sono hana wo sakaseru koto dake ni&lt;br /&gt;Isshoukenmei ni nareba ii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiisai hana ya ookina hana&lt;br /&gt;Hitotsu toshite onaji mono wa nai kara&lt;br /&gt;Number one ni naranakutemo ii&lt;br /&gt;Motomoto tokubetsu na only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;the translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be number one&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who's just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at a lot of flowers&lt;br /&gt;Lined up in front of a flower shop&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a favorite flower&lt;br /&gt;But all of them are pretty, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;In the bucket they're proudly standing&lt;br /&gt;Tall and straight, with confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of that, why do we people&lt;br /&gt;Want to compare ourselves this way?&lt;br /&gt;Even though each of us is different,&lt;br /&gt;Does everybody want to be number one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, each of us is&lt;br /&gt;The only flower of our kind in all the world.&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has a different seed&lt;br /&gt;Just do your best to make your own flower bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a person who's having trouble deciding&lt;br /&gt;Laughing while looking upset&lt;br /&gt;But all the flowers that worked so hard to bloom are&lt;br /&gt;beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So it can't be helped&lt;br /&gt;After a while, that person came out of the store&lt;br /&gt;Holding a bouquet of colorful flowers&lt;br /&gt;With a happy-looking profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that person's name&lt;br /&gt;But that day, they smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;It was like finding a flower blooming in a place no&lt;br /&gt;one else had noticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, each of us is&lt;br /&gt;The only flower of our kind in all the world.&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has a different seed&lt;br /&gt;Just do your best to make your own flower bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small flowers and big flowers&lt;br /&gt;They're not all the same&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be number one&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who's just like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-6280203194217384252?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/6280203194217384252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=6280203194217384252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/6280203194217384252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/6280203194217384252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2007/07/hagemashita-kite-kuretaarigatou.html' title='hagemashita kite kureta...arigatou!!!'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-3148392328477488613</id><published>2007-03-13T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T02:41:06.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jinsei no kiseki...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rabb, please gimme a hint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disadari atau tidak, diakui atau tidak&lt;br /&gt;manusia selalu &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;hidup diatas nikmat yang harus disyukuri dan dosa yang selalu harus diistighfari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, begitulah yang bisa saya pikirkan sampai hari ini&lt;br /&gt;lalu, kenapa? kenapa kita bisa merasakan bosan dalam hidup ini?&lt;br /&gt;bosan bekerja, bosan bermain, bosan berkarya, bahkan bosan ber'amal'?&lt;br /&gt;mengapa kita bisa bosan sedang kita tahu semua yang dilakukan hanyalah bagian dari rangka-rangka bangunan kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya allah....knapa ya saya bosan sekali dengan semua ini ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entah kenapa, saya ingin kembali lagi ke masa lalu dan memulai hal yang tidak saya sadari dari awal lagi.&lt;br /&gt;sungguh, menyesal tak pernah di awal, memang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kadang saya lupa bersyukur,&lt;br /&gt;sering malahan, padahal begitu indah setiap hari yang saya alami sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;kadang, saya lupa istighfar&lt;br /&gt;bahkan mungkin di setiap malam sebelum tidur yang saya ingat bukanlah salah2 saya seharian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;jikalau saya boleh meminta untuk yang kesekian kali&lt;br /&gt;jangan biarkan saya selalai ini lagi. jangan biarkan saya tenggelam lagi.&lt;br /&gt;jangan biarkan saya  terlarut dalam kedzaliman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sekedar potongan lagu yang saya ingat, disaat merasa "useless" seperti ini :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ahabat, kucoba angkat apa yang kau rasa selama ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;kini duniamu berkerut, tak satupun yang abadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; tataplah kawan lain , menjilati hidup ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;siapkan bingkai diri, siapkan masa depanmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hari ini, terlalu indah untuk diburamkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; dan kau terus hitamkan jejak langkahmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;semoga saja ini hanya, sebuah fase dalam hidupmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;dan kuharap semua bukan sisa-sisa umur.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/19909603-3148392328477488613?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/3148392328477488613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=3148392328477488613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/3148392328477488613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/3148392328477488613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2007/03/jinsei-no-kiseki.html' title='jinsei no kiseki...'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-116477891319323818</id><published>2006-11-28T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:41:53.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menikmati Proses (is it that simple..?)</title><content type='html'>baru saja kepikiran,setelah udah segede gaban gini.&lt;br /&gt;"sudahkah saya menikmati 'Proses' dalam 21 tahun hidup saya ?"tampaknya ga mudah juga untuk dijawab.&lt;br /&gt;setelah saya reflect back 21 tahun silam (ga juga si, paling 19 tahun silam, sisanya mana inget kali ya), tampaknya saya cukup 'qualified' untuk dibilang rugi dalam menikmati proses hidup saya.&lt;br /&gt;contoh jelas, yang nyata2 ada di hadapan mata saya sehari-hari adalah belajar.&lt;br /&gt;yang selalu ada di alam bawah sadar saya sampai saya kelas 2 SMU adalah cari nilai bagus, pertahankan 3 besar dikelas atau mempertahankan nama baik keluarga bapak saya yang notabene anak2nya dibilang "pinter" ama tetangga.&lt;br /&gt;titik balik itu datang waktu lagi menikmati masa muda critanya ( kelas 2 SMU gitu loh). saat itu mulai berani berfikir liar untuk mulai enjoy menikmati hidup. awalnya karena ter'asupi' pengaruh2 senior untuk masuk organisasi dan mulai mainan organisasi.&lt;br /&gt;saya pikir itulah titik balik hidup saya.&lt;br /&gt;tapi....&lt;br /&gt;guess what ??, ternyata saya masih juga 'qualified' untuk dapat gelar bloon dalam memaknai proses yang sebenarnya selalu bergulir, setiap hari, setiap jam, setiap detik, dan bahkan  setiap nafas saya berhembus.&lt;br /&gt;...beyond beliefs .....&lt;br /&gt;knapa tiba2 nulis tentang hal ini, karena ketika mulai reflect back lagi, saya ternyata kembali 'mentok' ke satu percabangan. mau kemana saya yang udah segede gaban ini setelah saya (seharusnya) dapat semua ilmu sampai level perguruan tinggi. saya, sampai detik ini belum tau juga mau memaknai ilmu2 itu seperti apa, mewujudkan hal2 yang terserap ke otak saya selama 21 tahun ini.&lt;br /&gt;jadi ingat, kata seorang temen 'karya adalah suatu bukti kejeniusan'.&lt;br /&gt;dan emang iya, perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;dan karya besar hanya datang dari kematangan pemahaman bukan. kematangan pemahaman yang datang dari 'menikmati proses'.&lt;br /&gt;yosh...itu pointnya!&lt;br /&gt;sampai saat ini saya masih merasa 'klo bisa shortcut' , kenapa mesti panjang2 (meskipun kadang itu terkait dengan konteks, hidup itu relatif la ya).dan saya percaya, saya bukan satu2nya orang &lt;em&gt;gila&lt;/em&gt; yang suka shortcut sebagai jalan pilihan utama.soalnya banyak juga orang2 &lt;em&gt;gila&lt;/em&gt; seperti saya ternyata di lingkungan tempat saya hidup. ITB, the peak of education in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-116477891319323818?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/116477891319323818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=116477891319323818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/116477891319323818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/116477891319323818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2006/11/menikmati-proses-is-it-that-simple.html' title='Menikmati Proses (is it that simple..?)'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-115321585223241949</id><published>2006-07-18T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T03:00:26.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>between semarang and tokyo (translate from my diary)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/1980/1600/tokyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/1980/320/tokyo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haluuuu...&lt;br /&gt;Tau ga...disini aku latihan kerja, standar sebagai anak farmasi yang bermukim di ITB yang katanya TeknoFa nya paling bagus se Indonesia magang di industri. semarang, kota yang panas tapi ga sepanas surabaya, ga juga seribet jakarta, ga serame cikarang industrinya tapi tetep aja disini banyak industri.&lt;br /&gt;emang gila yang namanya industri farmasi. gw ga tahu harus bilang aja. pas tau dalem2nya cuma bisa cengo... wwahhhh...tuh teori Pharmaceutical Care kayanya amblasss...abis klo di Industri.di &lt;em&gt;scoop&lt;/em&gt; clinical aja yang aku tahu dah ga bener, apalagi industri.&lt;br /&gt;pantesan makin berkembang farmasi, makin banyak aja orang yang ga sehat...&lt;br /&gt;balik ke cerita tentang semarang,...selama nangkring di kota ini entah knapa aku ga tertarik, SEDIKITPUN, dengan kota ini..tidak seperti yang pernah kupikirkan dan kucicipi seperti, bandung,bogor,jakarta,jogja.&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya ga ada masalah si (kcuali nyamuk), tapi aku ngrasa kota ini terlalu garing untuk sebuah ibukota propinsi. ga jelas.semua terasa setengah2x..asa ga ada istimewanya gitu.&lt;br /&gt;padahal dalam pikiranku waktu liburan ini...&lt;br /&gt;aku membayangkan impian yang 3 tahun lalu terbuang dan sampe sekarang susah banget ngejarnya itu.aku sering membayangkan Tokyo.(andai sj kalian tau betapa maniaknya aku dg hal2 berbau japanese). aku membayangkan berada di satu tempat yang pernah dan selalu kubayangkan..ke suatu institusi yang aku impikan....with a majority which i like much...&lt;br /&gt;hikz..hikz...hikz...(sedih...satu persatu hal yang aku sukai seakan terenggut dariku...)&lt;br /&gt;tapi emang kenyataan tak seindah impian..&lt;br /&gt;mo berpikir dan berkhayal seperti apapun sekarang....ga guna, karena aku tidak akan berpindah ke tokyo saat aku membayangkannya di Semarang.&lt;br /&gt;bukannya aku dah desperate ma jalan hidupku sampai saat ini.. tapi sedang mencoba mencari tau tentang :&lt;br /&gt;-apa yang aku cari&lt;br /&gt;- apa yang aku benar 2 sukai&lt;br /&gt;- apa yang bisa kuperbuat untuk orang lain dengan kemampuan ku sendiri..&lt;br /&gt;- jika aku sampai ke impian itu nanti, apa yang bisa kulakukan untuk ummat, masyarakat..&lt;br /&gt;karena aku sadar dan sepenuhnya sadar, kegagalan 3 tahun itu adalah karena buramnya visiku. aku tidak pernah berfikir tentang apa yang akan kulakukan setelah aku mendapatkan apa yang kuinginkan.&lt;br /&gt;soal kemampuan aku yakin (dengan siasa pesimisme dan optimisme ku) sebenarnya aku bisa.&lt;br /&gt;ya allah...beri hamba jalan kesana jika itu memang yang terbaik untuk hamba&lt;br /&gt;ya allah ajari hamba untuk melupakannya jika itu memang bukan milik hamba...&lt;br /&gt;ya allah ajari hamba untuk menerima semua kebaikan dariMu...&lt;br /&gt;ya allah bantu hamba menerimanya jika itu memang bukan dan tidak akan pernah menjadi milik seorang arina....&lt;br /&gt;ya allah... pilihkan yang terbaik bagiku&lt;br /&gt;Rabb...arin pasrah pada petunjukMu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-115321585223241949?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/115321585223241949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=115321585223241949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/115321585223241949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/115321585223241949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2006/07/between-semarang-and-tokyo-translate.html' title='between semarang and tokyo (translate from my diary)'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-115278003947780609</id><published>2006-07-13T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T01:40:39.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikah, Married, Kekkon Suru atau apapun itu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/1980/1600/kenji04.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3207/1980/320/kenji04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melihat judul tersebut,pasti banyak yang sensi...(except me). saya heran, ada apa dengan topik tersebut yang jika dimunculkan di depan umum pasti melahirkan banyak hal2 yang reaktif dari 'khalayak ramai'. bukankah itu hanyalah satu fase yang normal dalam kehidupan manusia yang sudah mengenal adab-adab bermasyarakat?&lt;br /&gt;apalagi jika tema tersebut muncul di hadapan masyarakat dalam rentang usia remaja mendekati dewasa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sekarang coba lihat gambar disamping, (pasti ada yang sensi lagi ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kata sahabat saya hal yang paling berharga adalah keluarga dan kehangatannya. melihat gambar di samping yang terbayang oleh saya adalah suatu kedamaian. Bagaimana kedamaian itu bisa terdapat dalam suatu keluarga adalah karena matangnya aktualisasi visi dan managemen dari berbagai komponen di dalamnya. dan tentu saja untuk merealisasikan teori tersebut ga gampang. coba deh,survey ke ortu kita bagaimana susahnya mengelola suatu badan bernama keluarga sehingga sukses menjaga dinamisasi serta mencapai visi dan missinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dan untuk itu semua jelas dan mutlak dibutuhkan kesiapan yang matang dan dipikirkan dengan benar2 DEWASA. bukannya kontra ma nikah muda,(ga kok, bahkan saya spakat2 saja)tapi mungkin melihat lebih dekat sikon yang ada sekarang akan lebih bijaksana. di zaman kaya skrg ini memang dianjurkan untuk segera nikah daripada banyak fitnah, tapi menurut opini pribadi saya entah kenapa topik seperti ini malah membuat "keruh" suasana dengan memberikan efek yang "kurang sehat" terutama untuk yang 'mupeng' tp belum ada persiapan yang benar2 dipikirkan se DEWASA mungkin. walhasil, banyak topik2 aneh yang berkembang, yang semula adalah suatu kewajaran menjadi hal2 yang memberikan efek yang lain bagi khalayak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;singkatnya,cuma ingin menyampaikan opini pribadi ttg topik ini.adalah lebih baik ketika kita sering BERKACA tentang diri kita pribadi. karena dengan berkaca menggunakan kaca yang bersih kita akan mulai menyadari posisi kita saat ini sebenarnya.'jadi buat apa melakukan ato membicarakan sesuatu yang kita blum bisa menjamin keamananya buat kita pribadi ataupun "khalayak ramai",right???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;actually, just wanna write my opinion this time. sejujurnya, saya sedang BERKACA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;--cuma mo nulis ini aja--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-115278003947780609?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/115278003947780609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=115278003947780609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/115278003947780609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/115278003947780609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2006/07/nikah-married-kekkon-suru-atau-apapun.html' title='Nikah, Married, Kekkon Suru atau apapun itu...'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-115269432047463496</id><published>2006-07-12T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T01:52:00.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dituduh yg tidak-tidak,hikz...</title><content type='html'>belajar nihongo.....................&lt;br /&gt;ohayo!&lt;br /&gt;konnichiwa!&lt;br /&gt;konbanwa!&lt;br /&gt;ganbatte ne!&lt;br /&gt;yoroshiku onegaishimasu...&lt;br /&gt;benkyoshimasu&lt;br /&gt;nomimasu..&lt;br /&gt;tabemasu..&lt;br /&gt;nebo..........................&lt;br /&gt;kanshai shite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sono, atashi no sei ja arimasen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayamaru....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i...should i....ayamaru???&lt;br /&gt;udah ah..ngantuk! oyasumi.....(heh..what time?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(hanya bisa dibaca oleh yg ngerti nihongo yg kacrut)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-115269432047463496?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/115269432047463496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=115269432047463496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/115269432047463496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/115269432047463496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2006/07/dituduh-yg-tidak-tidakhikz.html' title='dituduh yg tidak-tidak,hikz...'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-115198265616610466</id><published>2006-07-03T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T20:10:56.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pengalamanku...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sedang ingin bernostalgia n berMelo-ria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentang OSKM  dan dunia baru&lt;br /&gt;            Hampir tiga tahun yang lalu, aku menatap setapak jalan baru yang baru saja kutemukan. Melenggang di setapak Boulevard dengan penuh kebanggaan. Hari- hari yang melelahkan tapi sangat menyenangkan ketika status baru itu mulai disandang. Kemudian datang moment itu, rutinitas 5 hari, bangun pagi untuk menyiapkan tugas, berangkat pas jam 6 pagi, sigap, berlari, berteriak tentang kata-kata yang baru kukenal.&lt;br /&gt;            Aku ingat saat itu, kami dibagi pin berwarna pink,tepatnya perpaduan pink dan merah,”SELAMATKAN INDONESIA” ,tulisannya. Ada logo yang membuatku tertarik bola mata yang merah membara, menahan semangat yang membuncah. Hmm...idealisme anak muda, pikirku. Tepat lima hari aku mengikuti ritual itu, ritual OS untuk anak baru. Awalnya kupikir tak terlalu istimewa. Bukannya sombong, idealisme seperti itu sudah berkali-kali kudapatkan di SMU, mulai sejak dicekoki di LDKS OSIS sejak kelas 1 sampai doktrin-doktrin pribadi saat aktif di ekskul SMU. Meskipun agak beda tapi, i think corenya sama.&lt;br /&gt;            Tapi entah mengapa pin itu begitu berkesan, ternyata ada yang belum kudapatkan dari asupan-asupan pemikiran yang telah kudapat di SMU. Mungkin aku tahu apa makna,peran dan fungsi kaum muda. Tapi sesungguhnya aku belum begitu tahu tentang INDONESIA. Saat itu aku mulai berpikir, dunia tak sesempit pemikiran tanpa realisasi. Tak semudah itu memiliki ilmu,pengetahuan,pemikiran. It’s all nonsense without a movement. Dan aku menemukannya disini, ITB 2003, saat kubuka mataku tentang Indonesia,OSKM ITB 2003.....&lt;br /&gt;            Satu tahun berlalu, aku semakin kenal dunia baru ini. Dunia mahasiswa, ceunah(kata orang sunda, suku pemilik bumi ganesha ini J). Masa itu datang lagi, masa penyambutan adik-adikku. Masa membuka mata manusia tentang dunia nyata. Iseng, aku ikut kepanitiaan. Awalnya aku hanya ingin dekat dengan peserta,otomatis langsung masuk pendamping kelompok. Ternyata ada seorang senior satu jurusan yang cukup dekat dan sering kerjasama di kepanitiaan mengajak untuk masuk kepanitiaan humas, bisa double ma teknis ko, skalian tambah networking,katanya. Sip, kuputuskan untuk mencoba.&lt;br /&gt;            Lagi-lagi aku terjebak,terperangkap dan terjerumus di moment ini. Inilah kali kedua aku menemukan makna hidup dalam acara yang sama. Dulu aku berpikir semua bisa jadi pahlawan, semua punya kemampuan untuk jadi pahlawan, singkatnya kupikir jadi pahlawan untuk banyak orang itu mudah, yang penting guna buat orang lain. Secara tak langsung, title pahlawan itu turun level dalam pikiranku. Ternyata, pahlawan itu istimewa. Tidak semudah yang kubayangkan sebelumnya untuk menjadi seorang pahlwan yang benar-benar layak disebut pahlawan. Saat itu aku baru tahu sebutan pahlawan hanyalah untuk orang hebat yang ikhlas meneteskan keringat,air mata dan darahnya untuk orang lain,untuk umat.&lt;br /&gt;            Tahun keduaku di OSKM ITB, aku menemukan pahlawan-pahlawan untuk Indonesia disini. Pembelajaran yang lebih dari sebelumnya. Jujur, aku suka moment ini, sangat suka. Karena kutemukan banyak pahlawan disini......(sebenarnya aku iri,iri sekali pada mereka, sungguh..ingin sekali seperti pahlawan itu)&lt;br /&gt;            Aku semakin tua, saatnya datang moment ketiga,OSKM 2005. aku mulai bermain di level yang lebih serius dari sebelumnya. Awalnya masuk sebagai tim penilai Calon Ketua OSKM, pemimpin yang akan membawa kendali moment hebat itu. Saat itu, aku mengenal kampusku. Aku sadar dunia tak seindah daun kelor(emang indah ya?). Baru ketika sampai di tahun ketiga di kampus ITB, aku mulai bisa mengenali wajah kampusku ini. Kampusku malang, kampusku tersayang. Sayang,kau belum bisa menyelamatkan Indonesia dengan ego dan keanehanmu itu. Padahal kupikir kau cukup powerfull untuk itu. Integrasi dan Pembelajaran. Lagi-lagi aku terpaksa belajar. Kali ini harus kuakui aku harus merevisi cara berpikirku. Tidak semua hal bisa dilihat dengan langit sebagai acuan. Kadang kala, ia terlalu indah dan tinggi. Saatnya down to earth. Yeah, i got it. Sekali-kalinya aku belajar tentang pembelajaran yang bener2 harus belajar (bingung kan?). Dan satu lagi, baru kali ini kutemukan kampusku dalam bentuk emulsi stabil yang menyatu antara fasa minyak dan airnya. Tampaknya ada peran sesosok emulgator disitu. Sesosok hebat yang merangkul kuat komponen berbeda yang tak pernah mau akur itu. Aku bersyukur, aku masih disini, 4JJI masih mengijinkanku menikmati nafas-nafas di moment ini.&lt;br /&gt;            Sebentar lagi moment itu akan datang, lagi.....dan aku tak tahu apalagi yang akan kutemukan. Tapi aku yakin semuanya akan semakin penuh misteri.....gotta catch n’ see what you get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-115198265616610466?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/115198265616610466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=115198265616610466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/115198265616610466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/115198265616610466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2006/07/pengalamanku.html' title='pengalamanku...'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-114931165600480663</id><published>2006-06-02T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:14:16.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kanashii toki ni,hittori de...</title><content type='html'>kanashii toki ni hittori de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do tou think the brave heart is?&lt;br /&gt;it's only in the soul of a knight who never scared for sreaming to the world 'bout the truth left behind others&lt;br /&gt;truth is only the truth &lt;br /&gt;only the one who is chosen 4 the light will always have a brave to scream over the world what the TRUTH is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dareka shinjiteru ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-114723546754564775</id><published>2006-05-09T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:31:07.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turbulensi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is this worl cold enough to frooze these feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;coba cari ari kata ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; TURBULENSI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jawab singkat,tepat,jelas di postingan brikutnya... wajib!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-114723546754564775?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-114689435053240805</id><published>2006-05-05T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:02:33.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>willinglyness</title><content type='html'>aku sedang berpikir tentang suatu hal yang mungkin terlalu simple untuk dibicarakan. willinglyness.&lt;br /&gt;pernah ga sih berpikir kenapa seorang ibu mau mati-matian kerjain semua kerjaan rumah yang klo dipikir2 sangat membosankan hidup dnegn rutinitas seperti itu. atau tentang seorang ayah yang ga peduli siang ampe malem memeras keringat demi memenuhi nafkah anak istri atau&lt;br /&gt;yang lebih ekstrim, orang yang mau berkorban untuk orang lain, bercapek-capek dengan aktivitas untuk kepentingan orang lain, ato yang lebih ekstrim lagi seorang pahlawan yang mau mati-matian(ini beneran mati) memberikan tetes2 darahnya untuk banyak orang.&lt;br /&gt;pernahkah berpikir tentang ketidakwajaran hal itu?&lt;br /&gt;begitu istimewanya rasa itu?&lt;br /&gt;rasa memberi, ikhlas, no gain forward expected.&lt;br /&gt;yup...that's willinglyness,i said.&lt;br /&gt;baru aja nyadar tentang keistimewaan this feeling, when i saw such a fragment&lt;br /&gt;subhanallah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono kimochi wa sugoi ne?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echoing in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Omae hanashu nara, donna ni ikuredemo, chanto kiku&lt;br /&gt;Omae ni aruku nara, dona ni ikuredemo , ishonii aruku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-114689435053240805?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/114689435053240805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=114689435053240805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/114689435053240805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/114689435053240805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2006/05/willinglyness.html' title='willinglyness'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-114628756077196375</id><published>2006-04-28T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:00:45.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>relaxing my breath</title><content type='html'>a fragment inspiring me 'bout willinglyness.someone who's willing to take the slow road, just 'coz it felt important for it to do.just for a solidarity, an emphaty.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's on earth i become so melancholic like this day, but u know, i found something different sight of a world, a whole world&lt;br /&gt;don't u ever thought bout the chance giving by 4JJI for everyone to breath, to move freely to treasure a life?&lt;br /&gt;it's willinglyness,somekind of feeling which have no substitute (i think)&lt;br /&gt;for higher levels it might become a sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;i'm just talking bout something that i couldn't understand before&lt;br /&gt;just wanna make myself feel peacefull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-ketika kusadari makna &lt;em&gt;Rahman dan Rahiim&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-akirametarishinai!!!!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-114628756077196375?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/114628756077196375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=114628756077196375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/114628756077196375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/114628756077196375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2006/04/relaxing-my-breath.html' title='relaxing my breath'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-114421202450681124</id><published>2006-04-04T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:41:40.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saat kutemukan bintangku</title><content type='html'>beberapa waktu lalu, aku bertemu lagi dengannya&lt;br /&gt;kembali, seperti biasanya aku berbagi semua yang kulalui di lembah ini&lt;br /&gt;dia bilang, &lt;em&gt;hati-hati dengan impianmu!,&lt;/em&gt; dahiku berkerut,&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what's on earth, she suddenly told me like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;seakan dia tahu apa yang sedang kupikirkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;, like usual...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dia kembali berkata tentang impiannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; yang didapatkan dengan peluh, air mata, bahkan tak jarang dengan tetesan darah, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aku..masih mendengarkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mungkin ketika kita melihat impian seperti suatu bintang di langit sana, berkilap memancarkan energinya,pasti sangat indah. dan itulah yang membuat kita bersedia, selalu bersedia berlari menujunya, mengejarnya, tak peduli apa yang dikatakan dunia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tapi saat menjumpainya,berhadapan dengannya, mungkin ia hanyalah bongkahan - bongkahan batu tak beraturan. sedikitpun, tak seindah yang kita bayangkan sebelumnya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aku kembali berpikir dengan bintang2ku di atas sana, yang jadi referensiku untuk berlari, tetap bernafas, tetap bertahan untuk sadar, tidak mati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;namun, diakui atau tidak,aku bergeming mendengar semua itu. ketakutanku 3 tahun yang lalu perlahan datang lagi. kegagalan itu, susah payah yang kulakukan untuk mengangkat diriku untuk kembali berdiri dan tetap bernafas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;saat kuingat semua itu, jujur saja, aku takut.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aku kembali melihat cahaya biru yang menyelimuti bintangku, berharap aku menemukan siapa dia sebenarnya, seperti apa mukanya sekarang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hingga satu saat naanti aku tidak akan takut dan kecewa saat aku benar-benar bisa menemuinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;akirametarishinai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;kirara-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-114421202450681124?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/feeds/114421202450681124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19909603&amp;postID=114421202450681124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/114421202450681124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19909603/posts/default/114421202450681124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinklekirara.blogspot.com/2006/04/saat-kutemukan-bintangku.html' title='saat kutemukan bintangku'/><author><name>-kirara-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19909603.post-114136067128495531</id><published>2006-03-02T20:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:08:00.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>konayuki</title><content type='html'>Konayuki mau kisetsu wa itsumo surechigai Hitogomi ni magiretemo onaji sora miteru no ni Kaze ni fukarete nita you ni kogoeru no ni Boku wa kimi no subete nado shitte wa inai darou Sore demo ichiokunin kara kimi wo mitsuketa yo Konkyo wa nai kedo honki de omotterun da Sasai na iiai mo nakute onaji jikan wo ikite nado ikenai Sunao ni narenai nara yorokobi mo kanashimi mo munashii dake Konayuki nee kokoro made shiroku somerareta nara Futari no kodoku wo wake au koto ga dekita no kai Boku wa kimi no kokoro ni mimi wo oshiatete Sono koe no suru hou e sutto fukaku made Orite yukitai soko de mou ichido aou Wakariaitai nante uwabe wo nadete ita no wa boku no hou Kimi no kajikanda te mo nigirishimeru koto dake de tsunagatteta no ni Konayuki nee eien wo mae ni amari ni moroku Zaratsuku asufaruto no ue shimi ni natte yuku yo Konayuki nee toki ni tayorinaku kokoro wa yureru Sore demo boku wa kimi no koto mamoritsuzuketai Konayuki nee kokoro made shiroku somerareta nara Futari no kodoku wo tsutsunde sora ni kaesu kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iseng...ini lagu bagus, i think..tapi dicari artinya dulu d...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19909603-114136067128495531?l=twinklekirara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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