<?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-6754941</id><updated>2012-01-20T04:22:22.868+08:00</updated><category term='quote'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='twinning 2003'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='the second family'/><category term='wondering'/><category term='new year 2009'/><category term='engagement'/><title type='text'>it's just P U T R I..</title><subtitle type='html'>Really, it's just me..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-6638923221027066661</id><published>2011-01-01T09:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:47:36.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><title type='text'>2010 - a year full of blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If i said that 2009 was the challenging year - a year when i tried to find my journey back and a year to open my eyes to many things, then i will said that 2010 has been a wonderful year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year when i found that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You planned your life while you dream about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams could be reached if you believe so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope and faith is needed to achieve your dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is really happened for reasons as you can never predict life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your positive energy will lead you to a peaceful life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning can never ever be stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening and being sincere is a must in maintaining a friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And light is always there in every misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But most importantly i will always remember 2010 as: The answer of my prayer. And i'm thanking to Allah SWT to make that happened. I kneel, i bow, and i am thankful for all of His blessings to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doubt of my career in my old office has been replaced by the excitement to continue my study in the Netherlands by April - May. Then the worried about how i can adapt in Netherlands kind of substitute my excitement. But in the end, i believed that everything is going to be OK and Allah SWT will lead the way. As the results: yes - it turned out perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully things that happened last 2010 can made me wiser, stronger, smarter, and more mature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Allah SWT will always continue His blessings and lead me the way in order to complete my journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends are definitely come and go, and you know that is the consequences of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left my very best friends in Jakarta and i pursued a new friendship in the Netherlands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still missed my dears: Mikha, Rani, Thia, Devin, Kiki, Tika, Ditya, mbak Rini and mbak Heni but i know that they will always in my heart and be there whenever i need them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful with my new friends in the Netherlands: Farah and the rest of red 6 - the international buddy group, the classmates from Work and Organizational Psychology class, Ajeng and the rest of PPI - Tilburg's members, Kak Pipit and the rest of Indonesian people that based in Tilburg, and Putir and the rest of Indonesian students that spread across the Netherlands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family will never leave you alone and you know that you do not need to be tied by blood to have a new family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know and i belief that all of my family love me and support me to complete my journey along the way, but because they are in Jakarta, they support me by their prayer and i belief it makes me stronger indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But again, i'm blessed. I found a new family here. Thanks to Farah that introduced me to tante Yanti's family. If something's urgent happened (knocks on wood), i know that who i have to run to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear friends and family, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for always be there whenever i need you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't survived this year without your support and i hope i can still count on you next year and forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that we all still have dreams to be reached and belief that it will slowly come true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope and Faith is still in our heart and we always push your positive energy out to make the peaceful of mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that next will be better than before, remember, it is not about the "new" you, but it is about the "improved" you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that family and friends will be still there for each other and love will surround us without any doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that whatever it is will be the best for us, for our self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy new year 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-6638923221027066661?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/6638923221027066661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=6638923221027066661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/6638923221027066661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/6638923221027066661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-year-full-of-blessings.html' title='2010 - a year full of blessings'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-8032615001962419886</id><published>2010-01-21T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:01:28.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>Have i say thank you to technology for making our life easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thanking to founder of:&lt;br /&gt;twitter&lt;br /&gt;facebook&lt;br /&gt;friendster&lt;br /&gt;ym&lt;br /&gt;bbm&lt;br /&gt;for inventing those social networking tools kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of those, my friends can get my birthday reminder.&lt;br /&gt;And by that,  i know that I've been surrounded by wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friend from elementary school to my working collage - from those who know me very well to who i just met occasionally - from those who are living in New York to those who are living in my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i cant say their name one by one. But it just make me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we hardly met or keep contact, you guys still willing to spend a couple second to drop by and said happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again - thank you. You guys are simply the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-8032615001962419886?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/8032615001962419886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=8032615001962419886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/8032615001962419886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/8032615001962419886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-2347970154878085641</id><published>2010-01-05T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:19:03.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the second family'/><title type='text'>you - the second family</title><content type='html'>You know what's funny about us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - about our small but lovely second family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that we always claimed that we miss each other a lot in email but yet, when we went online together, we rarely shared a big news. It seamed that nothing big to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we only gave a bit update but we definitely can stare each other via web cam in quite long time just only to see your face and hear your voice. That's quite enough to contend our longings feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's totally fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause honestly, what I miss most from you guys is simply your daily behavior and your simply presence whenever i need you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you - Thia "nyonyah kitell" with off course your kitell-ness and your acted as emak2 if i was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you - Devin "piggy clumsy" with your clumsiness around house and your positive thinking during my low momment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you - Kris "si cempreng" with your out loud voice and your "speak up your mind" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you - Mus "si lemot" with your patience and tolerance  even though we bully you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you - mbak Dita "si anak kecil" as the youngest one - with your "always try to cheer us up anytime and every time" atitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our quality time.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your presence a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I miss time when i can call you any time.&lt;br /&gt;I miss time when i can come to see you guys any time.&lt;br /&gt;I miss time when i can cuddle and hug you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I miss our adventure time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys remember when was our last time to take picture? Our last time we meet each other? The six of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during Kiki's reception. Which was last year. I repeated, last year.&lt;br /&gt;And we even don't have our picture together!&lt;br /&gt;So, ourlast picture was taken during Tika's reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I know that we just have conference last night and didn't share news - everything seamed ordinary. Seeing Dee, watching Tika's belly. But still I miss your presence so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes i know that i realize that our lives is changed right now.&lt;br /&gt;We live separately now.&lt;br /&gt;We have our own life now: 1 hot mommy, 1 mommy to be, 1 dedicated housewife, 2 bride to be (ok, gw emang ngasal dan minta digaplok.. hihihi), and me - the single one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can i always say "i miss you" even though we just met online and not discuss anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thank you for making my life more colorful yah. My life definitely won't be the same without you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-2347970154878085641?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/2347970154878085641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=2347970154878085641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/2347970154878085641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/2347970154878085641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-second-family.html' title='you - the second family'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-3980954648926450799</id><published>2010-01-02T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:20:11.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets, Bless - Thankful, Hope &amp; Faith</title><content type='html'>For the wonderful 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There won't be any regrets,&lt;br /&gt;For what i did and felt in the past,&lt;br /&gt;For every path that i choose,&lt;br /&gt;For all the choice that i took,&lt;br /&gt;For all the journey that I've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's left is only a bless-full feeling - a thankful note,&lt;br /&gt;For every lessons that i took,&lt;br /&gt;For every experiences that i received,&lt;br /&gt;To every gifts and loves that Allah SWT gave to me,&lt;br /&gt;To every persons that have been there for me - in my high &amp;amp; low moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those has made me to become what i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to figure what i want to do with my life,&lt;br /&gt;Still learning how to survive in this world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the upcoming-hopefully-more-wonderful 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have right now is Hope, and Faith.&lt;br /&gt;That next will be better than before,&lt;br /&gt;That dream will be slowly come true,&lt;br /&gt;That family and friends will be still there for each other,&lt;br /&gt;That whatever it is will be the best for us, for our self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-3980954648926450799?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/3980954648926450799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=3980954648926450799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3980954648926450799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3980954648926450799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2010/01/regrets-bless-thankful-hope-faith.html' title='Regrets, Bless - Thankful, Hope &amp; Faith'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-5670626172769053482</id><published>2009-11-09T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:38:30.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>This is how i see life should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take small steps to achieve your dream.&lt;br /&gt;And never satisfied with what you got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledge people who are always there when you need them,&lt;br /&gt;and simply share your happiness with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stressed out you life,&lt;br /&gt;and just simply make a new family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathered up your friends,&lt;br /&gt;and make sure you're always be there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed out you stupidity with your friends,&lt;br /&gt;and love your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to make them proud,&lt;br /&gt;and just remember that they were never leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live yourself,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy yourself,&lt;br /&gt;and do whatever you want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-5670626172769053482?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/5670626172769053482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=5670626172769053482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/5670626172769053482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/5670626172769053482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2009/11/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-743595262158003202</id><published>2009-05-20T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:06:16.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Believe that dreams come true every day - because they do</title><content type='html'>Take a look at yourself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you see looking back?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the person you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is there someone else you were meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;the person you should have been but fell short of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone telling you that you can´t or you won't?&lt;br /&gt;Because you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that love is out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that dreams come true every day.&lt;br /&gt;Because they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes happiness doesn't come from money or fame or power.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes happiness comes from good friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;And from the quiet nobility of living a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that dreams come true every day.&lt;br /&gt;Because they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that dreams come true every day.&lt;br /&gt;Because they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look in that mirror and remind yourself to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;because you deserve to be. Believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe that dreams come true every day.&lt;br /&gt;Because they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(taken from the last episode of One Tree Hill season 6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-743595262158003202?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/743595262158003202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=743595262158003202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/743595262158003202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/743595262158003202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2009/05/believe-that-dreams-come-true-every-day.html' title='Believe that dreams come true every day - because they do'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-4190113574735947095</id><published>2009-04-10T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:35:34.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catatan akhir pemilu caleg - part 1</title><content type='html'>Hari untuk mencontreng caleg telah tiba, dan saya, seperti kebanyakkan masyarakat Indonesia pun ikut melaksanakan tugas negara ini. 5 menit untuk 5 tahun, itu kata Cokelat. Banyak hal yang bisa diambil dari pengalaman mencontreng kali ini, baik itu yang hal kecil maupun permainan besar dibalik pemilu caleg ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini sudah ke-3 kalinya saya ikut pemilu, and for the first time saya mengomel. Bukan, saya tidak mengomel karena nama saya tidak ada dalam daftar pemilih ataupun karena saya harus mengantri panjang hanya untuk mencontreng. Saya, seperti kebanyakan orang (yang saya tahu), mengomel karena besarnya kertas yang harus dibuka. It's too much. The paper was so big and for me, complecated. Mungkin saya berlebihan, mungkin. Tapi saya yakin banyak yang berfikiran sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besarnya kertas tentu akan dikaitkan dengan banyaknya partai yang ikut pemilu tahun ini. Kalau tidak salah ada lebih dari 40 partai yang berpartisipasi. Come on guys. Segitu kita terpecah belahkah? Sampai sekarang saya masih tidak mengerti kenapa ada banyak partai. Ok. Saya mulai bicara ngawur. Niat saya dalam post ini adalah membahas masalah teknis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi tadi beberapa hal yang menganggu:&lt;br /&gt;1. besarnya kertas.&lt;br /&gt;2. kecilnya bilik untuk memilih.&lt;br /&gt;3. ribet harus membuka dan melipat kembali kertas.&lt;br /&gt;4. belum lagi takut salah masukin ke kotak yang mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soal kecilnya bilik, sadar gak sih, kemungkinan orang lain untuk tahu pilihan kita tuh besar? Katanya harus rahasia, tapi kok bisa keiintip? Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, berkaitan sama pemilihian hari ini, ada yang bisa menjelaskan fungsi DPD kah??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-4190113574735947095?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/4190113574735947095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=4190113574735947095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/4190113574735947095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/4190113574735947095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2009/04/catatan-akhir-pemilu-caleg-part-1.html' title='catatan akhir pemilu caleg - part 1'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-3513334268943977564</id><published>2009-01-31T21:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:56:52.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondering'/><title type='text'>25 random things about me - seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt; Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose people to be tagged. It's supposed to be 25 people, but no pressure. You have to tag the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Supposed to write this on FB, but since my blog affiliates with my FB, decided to write this on my blog. And did think that this was stupid things to do, but still did it for the sake of so-called-friendship (wakakak.. peace nyet!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Was freak out right before my 24th birthday! - felt that doing nothing and did not achieve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 've been blogging since 2004 - but only had 200 posts or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Am not smart, but do believe i am a hard worker (though sometimes have a lazy butt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Family lovers - my big family is my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Some people call me: stone heart - what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Love Brisbane - and still have Brisbanesick sometimes. Wishing to go back there soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Internet and fan fiction freak!! - can spend all day long sitting in front of my laptop and do all the browsing thing plus reading fan fiction (bet people don't know about fan fiction).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Traveler wannabe - still saving money for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love my friends and "the second family" - my life won't be the same without you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't like shopping - if i do shop, i'll spend my money for things that i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Like to take pictures (family, friends, scenery, objects) - and just realized that so many pictures with good memories without me on it! Ooh, and planning to buy SLR camera to support my hobby (winks.. winks..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A bit obsessive - everything must be in order: how to wash clothes, cleaning the room, putting money, ... Though sometimes i am messy person, especially during stress. Also a bit perfectionist - though sometimes missing details. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Really want to continue my study in somewhere Europe or Australia - even though still don't know the major is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Never been in serious relationship. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do feel that "university period" was the best time of my life instead of "high school period" like everybody else. Love UQ (who doesn't love UQ?)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have grammer / english limitation - pretty sure Mikha will complain about this post soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Love kids - like to play and take care of them. Always miss kids around me: my cousin Syira, my nephew Andhika, and kids from Playhouse UQ (Missy, Anna, Edward, Tobby - hey, still remember their name!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have a close relationship with my team in the office. - Uhuy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Sometimes feel stuck and get bored with my life. As Thia said: so-called-Quarter life crisis (LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Never smoke. My asthma prevent me to do it. And also hate smokers - come on guys, stop smoking please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Afraid of height - will cure this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Animals hater - and thinking why people like to pet it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Was sports freak during high school - but then suddenly stoped from all those sport things and got fatter and bigger - and now very lazy to start sports again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. am blessed - I have wonderful family, lovely friends, great co-workers, and stable job. What else do i need? Ooh, probably a prince charming? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this enough Mik? LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-3513334268943977564?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/3513334268943977564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=3513334268943977564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3513334268943977564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3513334268943977564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things-about-me-by-mikha.html' title='25 random things about me - seriously'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-7329175095337899825</id><published>2009-01-03T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:15:49.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Potrait of Friend</title><content type='html'>"Portrait of a Friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears.&lt;br /&gt;But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,nor the future with its untold stories.&lt;br /&gt;But I can be there now when you need me to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep your feet from stumbling.&lt;br /&gt;I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I can share in your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;&lt;br /&gt;I can only support you, encourage you,and help you when you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,from your values, from me.&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,&lt;br /&gt;But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,room to be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,&lt;br /&gt;But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces and put them back in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you who you are. I can only love you and be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-7329175095337899825?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/7329175095337899825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=7329175095337899825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/7329175095337899825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/7329175095337899825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2009/01/potrait-of-friend.html' title='Potrait of Friend'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-4003773885521944785</id><published>2009-01-01T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:31:20.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year 2009'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009</title><content type='html'>A glass of wine and a bottle of juice,&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Rogers for a dinner,&lt;br /&gt;Beard papa for the dessert,&lt;br /&gt;A room with to-die-for view and full with the best friends,&lt;br /&gt;Calm and peaceful environment surrounding with favorites music,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect way to end 2008 and welcoming 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year 2009 Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Putri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-4003773885521944785?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/4003773885521944785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=4003773885521944785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/4003773885521944785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/4003773885521944785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-2296737822358398121</id><published>2008-12-11T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:18:34.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondering'/><title type='text'>everybodys' hero</title><content type='html'>Have you ever think how does it feels to be Superman?&lt;br /&gt;Save every people.&lt;br /&gt;Support every people.&lt;br /&gt;Be there for every people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ask who's gonna be Superman's hero?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously man, if Superman needs help, whom did he ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you aware that you are somebody's hero?&lt;br /&gt;You may not even realize it, but i do believe that everybody is somebody's hero.&lt;br /&gt;So you are a hero, and you have a hero around you (though he's not wearing a mantel), but you just simply do not recognize them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hero, is not always the strongest person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Is not always the most beautiful person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Or is not always the smartest person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hero, is someone who will always be there for you, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Someone that you can lean on, trust your life on, and definitely someone who can catch you when you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a hero is tiring, and conflicting as well.&lt;br /&gt;Is not always full of people's cheering, but it's about sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is somebody can sacrifice their life for somebody's else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel that sometimes, in some occasion, that i am somebody's hero, no, much wider, everybody's hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realize that sometimes i put people's happiness in front of my own happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I do take people's burden as i don't want people get stuck with their burden.&lt;br /&gt;I do know that i always be there for my friend, even though they do not aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;I do sacrifice my own, to save people's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is so damn tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Happy, but tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when i admit my limitation, people will denied my limitation, and  will told me that i lied to them. Or tell me that i just treat something little as a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hero will always be the source of everything, the perfect one, the guide, and the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who is gonna catch them if they fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna catch me when i fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can catch you if you fall.&lt;br /&gt;Can you catch me if i fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise me then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-2296737822358398121?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/2296737822358398121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=2296737822358398121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/2296737822358398121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/2296737822358398121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/12/everybodys-hero.html' title='everybodys&apos; hero'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-3754046645055810168</id><published>2008-11-30T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:02:46.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the second family'/><title type='text'>birthday wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthday Wishes For My Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your birthday,&lt;br /&gt;I wish for you the fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;of all your fondest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that for every candle&lt;br /&gt;on your cake&lt;br /&gt;you get a wonderful surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for you that&lt;br /&gt;whatever you want most in life,&lt;br /&gt;it comes to you,&lt;br /&gt;just the way you imagined it,&lt;br /&gt;or better.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get as much pleasure&lt;br /&gt;from our friendship as I do.&lt;br /&gt;I wish we were sisters,&lt;br /&gt;so I could have known you&lt;br /&gt;from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to&lt;br /&gt;enjoying our friendship&lt;br /&gt;for many more of your birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad you were born,&lt;br /&gt;because you brighten my life&lt;br /&gt;and fill it with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Kris,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday yah.&lt;br /&gt;Iyah, saya sadar kalau kamu ulang tahun tanggal 2 Desember, bukan hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kamu tahu kan betapa hecticnya saya kalau sedang office hours. Bisa-bisa saya lupa akan postingan saya ini.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, saya posting sekarang saja, tapi tenang saja, semoga pada waktunya nanti saya akan tetap bisa sms kamu dan mengucapkan Happy Birthday padamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi si Cempreng,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday yah.&lt;br /&gt;Senangnya tahun ini sudah ada suami dan calon bayi, jadi kado tak ternilai tuh.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga semua berjalan lancar yah babe.&lt;br /&gt;Gak sabar deh menunggu kedatangan dirimu dan perut buncit mu. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Bumil,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday yah,&lt;br /&gt;Sedih juga saya tidak bisa merayakannya bersama kamu. Tapi kamu akan pulang ke Jakarta bulan depan kan? Kangen berat nih sama kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi si keras kepala,&lt;br /&gt;Really, wish you all the very best yah.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga di ulang tahun ini kamu mendapatkan segala apapun yang kamu inginkan.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kamu diberi kesehatan dan kesejahteraan untuk keluargamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Kiki,&lt;br /&gt;The poem below is for you yah.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your pregnancy babe. Gak sabar jadi tante nih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum-to-be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your eyes are bright and sparkling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your cheeks have got a glow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your belly's being touched and rubbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by people you don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're craving weird, exotic foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and calories don't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't remember life without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an elbow in your bladder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're getting medical advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from everyone you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to the joyous days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of Motherhood-to-be.&lt;/span&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/6754941-3754046645055810168?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/3754046645055810168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=3754046645055810168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3754046645055810168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3754046645055810168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-wish.html' title='birthday wish'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-4833460729810625736</id><published>2008-11-23T17:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:10:15.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the second family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><title type='text'>So you're getting enggage..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are all a little weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And life's a little weird,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when, like you, you find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone whose weirdness is compatible with yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And call it love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear My lovely ex-housemates,&lt;br /&gt;Am so happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you told me about him, i know that you have feeling on him.&lt;br /&gt;Then you go for it, not denied it.&lt;br /&gt;Try to build a relationship when probably most of your friends do not like the idea of him.&lt;br /&gt;But you know that he is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear my dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;Am so happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;For what you have been through and finally arrive on this stage.&lt;br /&gt;And then will continue to the next step.&lt;br /&gt;Salute to you babe. You made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear The clumsy one,&lt;br /&gt;Am so happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;We all know that you'll be the first one to get married.&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's happened. How does it feel mate?&lt;br /&gt;Time flies huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear hua-hua us-us,&lt;br /&gt;Am so happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared to tell other the truth.&lt;br /&gt;That you love him, he loves you.&lt;br /&gt;That you are his, and he is yours.&lt;br /&gt;People will understand that, and will support you along the way.&lt;br /&gt;If you have faith in your relationship, then tell the world about it.&lt;br /&gt;Take your time though, and let the world decide what's gonna happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear the neutral one,&lt;br /&gt;Am so happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;For me, you deserved all the happiness in the world.&lt;br /&gt;If i could shared mine then i would. But i guess you won't need it.&lt;br /&gt;You find it in him, and i hope he can make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise he has to deal with me, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear member of my second family,&lt;br /&gt;Am so happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;Even words can not describe it.&lt;br /&gt;Just want to let you know the usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that..&lt;br /&gt;I,&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;Cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;Support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. I'll be here if you need me, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem for you babe, though i found it in the internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No sooner met but they looked;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;no sooner looked but they loved;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;no sooner loved but they sighed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shakespeare said that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You fancied the pants off each other"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I said that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Many, many Congratulations"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the very best babe.&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Putri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-4833460729810625736?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/4833460729810625736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=4833460729810625736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/4833460729810625736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/4833460729810625736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-youre-getting-enggage.html' title='So you&apos;re getting enggage..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-5182519494703434847</id><published>2008-10-26T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:44:32.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondering'/><title type='text'>3 difficult things</title><content type='html'>3 hal yang suka dilupakan manusia dan paling susah dilakukan:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bersyukur&lt;br /&gt;2. Iklhas&lt;br /&gt;3. Tulus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-5182519494703434847?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/5182519494703434847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=5182519494703434847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/5182519494703434847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/5182519494703434847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-difficult-things.html' title='3 difficult things'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-3322172102788990691</id><published>2008-10-13T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:41:13.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go ahead</title><content type='html'>I know that everything is on your shoulder right now.&lt;br /&gt;I know that everybody is depend on you right now.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are physically and mentally tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you sick with this condition and really wanna go away, running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's about time for you,&lt;br /&gt;To analyzee your objective.&lt;br /&gt;To think about your future plan.&lt;br /&gt;To re-visited your dream.&lt;br /&gt;To find your aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know that we wont be together in long time, our time is short.&lt;br /&gt;It would be either me, or you who will go first.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our cross will path again, then it will path.&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it won't, it would be ok too.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know that you'll take care of me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go, then go.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take care yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And don't worry, you're still have me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be you shoulder to cry on. No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Support you as always.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerish you as always.&lt;br /&gt;Love you as always.&lt;br /&gt;and Miss you as always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-3322172102788990691?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/3322172102788990691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=3322172102788990691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3322172102788990691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3322172102788990691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-ahead.html' title='go ahead'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-2045866618317531080</id><published>2008-09-14T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:21:02.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the second family'/><title type='text'>Maybe i'm amazed</title><content type='html'>Maybe i’m amazed,&lt;br /&gt;With our new life as so-called an adult.&lt;br /&gt;In which have our own things and problems to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i’m amazed,&lt;br /&gt;That time flies very quickly and suddenly we are becoming a new person.&lt;br /&gt;With a new life, and unfortunately we do not share the life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i’m amazed,&lt;br /&gt;With all of our decision. My decision, your decision.&lt;br /&gt;It showed that all of us learn how to be a grown up person right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i’m amazed,&lt;br /&gt;That we all trying to catch our dreams separately.&lt;br /&gt;And trying to survive in this life, well as we know, life is a bitch, so get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i’m amazed,&lt;br /&gt;With all of our movement.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to move on from our own Brisbanesick, and trying to embarace our own future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i’m amazed,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i’m scared,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i’m excited,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our new life.&lt;br /&gt;With our sudden change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;Mus with the hubby.&lt;br /&gt;Mik with the PhD.&lt;br /&gt;Ran with the Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Vin with the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Dit with the independency.&lt;br /&gt;Nyah with the routine.&lt;br /&gt;Me with the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those things amazed me.&lt;br /&gt;And slap me in the face, to remind me about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is always move forward, never backward.&lt;br /&gt;It is should be filled with joy and hope, and with no regards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/12/euphoria.html"&gt;Maturity is a key,&lt;br /&gt;Growing up is a process,&lt;br /&gt;and time will answer that.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-2045866618317531080?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/2045866618317531080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=2045866618317531080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/2045866618317531080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/2045866618317531080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/09/maybe-im-amazed.html' title='Maybe i&apos;m amazed'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-7912671876742242544</id><published>2008-07-21T22:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:19:20.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the second family'/><title type='text'>For you and only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends that watch your back&lt;br /&gt;Friends that play with your heart&lt;br /&gt;All act the same from the start&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it some disappear&lt;br /&gt;Others stay beside you for life&lt;br /&gt;Those are the friends&lt;br /&gt;The best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day all,&lt;br /&gt;How do you do ladies? Kinda miss you all right now.&lt;br /&gt;Really miss your laugh, miss your hug, and miss our closure mostly.&lt;br /&gt;I actually really want to write something for you all, however apologized must be said since I have writer’s block at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this email is special for Kristina actually. May your fairytale come true. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear Kris,&lt;br /&gt;The one who always make us surprise.&lt;br /&gt;So Kris, tomorrow is the day yah. How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;I know that you will denial this at first. You will say that everything is ok without any further explanation. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;You know Kris, at this time, you are the one that I really want to meet.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to hug you and give my wish to you personally, face to face.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to to be with you during your midodareni, your last ladies moment.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I were there Kris. Enjoy the moment, cherish the time.&lt;br /&gt;Watching you to do your step, listening to you when your man said his vow,&lt;br /&gt;and I will definitely make him promised to take a very good care to you indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I can not be with you tomorrow Kris.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, i’ll be here, along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Support you.Encourage you.And wishing you all the happiness in the world. Congratulations Kris.I’m so happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;Love you and miss you as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Kahlil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Almitra spoke again and said,&lt;br /&gt;"And what of Marriage, master?"&lt;br /&gt;And he answered saying:&lt;br /&gt;You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.&lt;br /&gt;Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.&lt;br /&gt;But let there be spaces in your togetherness,&lt;br /&gt;And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.&lt;br /&gt;Love one another but make not a bond of love:&lt;br /&gt;Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.&lt;br /&gt;Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.&lt;br /&gt;Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.&lt;br /&gt;Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,&lt;br /&gt;Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same   music.&lt;br /&gt;Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.&lt;br /&gt;For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.&lt;br /&gt;And stand together, yet not too near together:&lt;br /&gt;For the pillars of the temple stand apart,&lt;br /&gt;And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Putri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-7912671876742242544?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/7912671876742242544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=7912671876742242544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/7912671876742242544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/7912671876742242544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-you-and-only.html' title='For you and only'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-1202062395349578036</id><published>2008-07-13T01:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:34:36.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twinning 2003'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the second family'/><title type='text'>Forever Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/SINK0QEGJCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_6XcdnrZIzQ/s1600-h/ForeverFriends.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 421px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/SINK0QEGJCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_6XcdnrZIzQ/s320/ForeverFriends.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225102254205707298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(images taken from &lt;a href="http://images.google.co.id/imgres?imgurl=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/sicklizard/ForeverFriends.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm%3Ffuseaction%3Duser.viewprofile%26friendid%3D168912020&amp;amp;h=555&amp;amp;w=315&amp;amp;sz=39&amp;amp;hl=id&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=m0mo1XTGcsc0nM:&amp;amp;tbnh=133&amp;amp;tbnw=75&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dforever%2Bfriends%26um%3D1%26hl%3Did%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN"&gt;google&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;As we know, life is always move forward, never going backward.&lt;br /&gt;Life is always change and things will not be the same as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams will always be followed and support from each other will be needed.&lt;br /&gt;Adaptation will be hard but we know that it is only a phase.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of losing someone will be felt but i know that we will always together in heart.&lt;br /&gt;The time has arrived friends, we shall move on to our next step.&lt;br /&gt;Together, hand in hand. Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;(Nurhayati, 2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-1202062395349578036?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/1202062395349578036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=1202062395349578036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/1202062395349578036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/1202062395349578036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/07/forever-friends.html' title='Forever Friends'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/SINK0QEGJCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_6XcdnrZIzQ/s72-c/ForeverFriends.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-7032442745909948077</id><published>2008-07-13T01:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:09:33.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the second family'/><title type='text'>you can stand under my umbrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/SHjkIBO0JeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oUlTU4IalCI/s1600-h/n630886709_978194_2195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/SHjkIBO0JeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oUlTU4IalCI/s320/n630886709_978194_2195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222174594356749794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Umbrella - Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You had my heart, and we'll never be a world apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in magazines but you'll still be my star&lt;br /&gt;But baby 'cause in the dark you will see shiny cars&lt;br /&gt;And that's when you need me there&lt;br /&gt;With you I'll always share because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines we shine together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Told you I'll be here forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; That I'll always be your friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Took an oath, I'mma stick it out 'til the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Now that it's raining more than ever know that we still have each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You can stand under my umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fancy things they're never coming in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You're apart of my entity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Here for infinity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When the war has took it's part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When the world has dealt it's cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If the hand is hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Together we'll mend your heart&lt;/span&gt; because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines we shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;That I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath, I'mma stick it out 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever know that we still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You can run into my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's okay, don't be alarmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Come into me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So gonna let the rain pour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll be all you need&lt;/span&gt; and more because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines we shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;That I'll always be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath, I'mma stick it out 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever know that we still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby it's raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;It's raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby it's raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;Come into me&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh eh eh-eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;This is for you guys, cause whenever wherever you need me: I'll be here. You definitely can stand under my umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-7032442745909948077?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/7032442745909948077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=7032442745909948077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/7032442745909948077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/7032442745909948077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-can-stand-under-my-umbrella.html' title='you can stand under my umbrella'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/SHjkIBO0JeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oUlTU4IalCI/s72-c/n630886709_978194_2195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-586827691599013806</id><published>2008-06-28T01:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:32:40.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the second family'/><title type='text'>my lemot is getting married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friendships come and Friendships go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                   Like wave upon the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          Like day and night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="_new" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static; font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.theholidayspot.com/friendship/poems_for_friendship.htm#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:14;color:#b00000;"   &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-size:14;color:#b00000;"  &gt;birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; in flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          Like snowflakes when they land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          But you and I are something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          Our friendship's here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          Like weeds and rocks and dirty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="KonaLink2" target="_new" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static; font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.theholidayspot.com/friendship/poems_for_friendship.htm#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:14;color:#b00000;"   &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-size:14;color:#b00000;"  &gt;socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          It never goes away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mus si lemot,&lt;br /&gt;Kamu adalah orang paling sabar yang pernah saya temui selama ini. Disaat teman-temanmu yang lain mengomel, biasanya kamu hanya bengong mendengarkan dan menengankan. Selalu pasrah kalau diledek, selalu mengalah kepada yang lain, dan selalu siap membantu kita semua.&lt;br /&gt;Kita kenal sudah berapa lama yah Mus? Almost 5 years i think. Kita memang baru dekat di Brisbane, but i think it is more than enough to know you better. And definitely enough to love you (love as a friend, a family to be precise).&lt;br /&gt;You know what, it is impossible to not love you Mus.&lt;br /&gt;You are so kind, so generous, gentle, and passionate. Kamu bisa menerima kekurangan orang apa adanya, tidak pernah megeluh, dan selalu sabar menghadapi kita.&lt;br /&gt;You never make us angry to you. It is impossible to get angry to you.&lt;br /&gt;Siapa sih yang bisa marah sama kamu Mus? Apalagi kalau kamu sudah memperlihatkan tampang plengomu dan ucapan-ucapan lemot mu. Yang ada orang malah ketawa Mus. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mus-Mus,&lt;br /&gt;You're getting married tomorrow Mus.&lt;br /&gt;Sesuatu yang sudah kita semua prediksi dari awal: you'll be the first one who is getting married.&lt;br /&gt;Saya senang Mus, karena kamu secara perlahan tapi pasti akan meraih impian mu. Berjalan menatap masa depan dengan pangeran mu. Saya senang Mus, karena kamu mantap menatap hidup.&lt;br /&gt;Saya bangga Mus sama kamu, karena kamu telah berhasil membuat satu pilihan hidup.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak semua orang bisa dengan mudahnya memutuskan untuk menikah dan berkeluarga, coba lihat saya, nampaknya yang ada di pikiran saya hanyalah kerja, kerja, dan kerja.&lt;br /&gt;Saya senang punya teman seperti kamu Mus, yang bisa mengingatkan saya supaya saya cepat-cepat menyusul kamu Mus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih yah Mus.&lt;br /&gt;Sudah mau menjadi teman saya, sudah mau saya anggap sebagai keluarga kedua saya.&lt;br /&gt;Kamu, Kris, Nyah, Mbak, dan Dev akan selalu mendapat tempat yang special di hati saya.&lt;br /&gt;Saya sayang sekali sama kamu Mus. Dan saya akan sedih sekali kalau kamu kembali ke Brisbane dengan si-calon-suami-mu-yang-besok-akan-menjadi-suami-mu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat yah Mus.&lt;br /&gt;Selamat menempuh hidup baru.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you'll be fine. Kamu sukses menghadapi 5 teman mu yang aneh-aneh ini, pasti kamu juga akan sanggup menghadapi suamimu dan calon keluargamu nantinya.&lt;br /&gt;I believe i you, you have the strength to make all you dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;So this is for you Mus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; To you my dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the one who will getting married tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As you start out together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Along life's busy road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Remember, bring your dreams with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    They lighten every load&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    And then you will discover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    As your journey starts today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    That happiness walks with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    Hand-in-hand along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy Wedding Day Mus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wish you all the very best.&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/6754941-586827691599013806?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/586827691599013806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=586827691599013806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/586827691599013806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/586827691599013806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-lemot-is-getting-married.html' title='my lemot is getting married'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-8505046117680725669</id><published>2008-05-20T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:41:35.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 tahun kebangkitan bangsa</title><content type='html'>Melihat tim Indonesia berlaga dalam perebutan piala Thomas dan piala Uber kemarin menyentil perasaan nasionalisme saya. Betapa terharunya saya melihat mereka berjuang sepenuh tenaga danmaju terus pantang mundur. Semangat mereka menaik, terlebih karena faktor penonton Indonesia yang memang terkenal luar biasa. Mereka pun jadinya bermain dengan luar biasa juga. Kita memang kalah, tapi saya yakin mereka sudah berusaha sebaik mungkin. Semoga dengan adanya peringatan 100 tahun kebangkitan bangsa, pemerintah menjadi aware akan keberadaan atlit2 kita. Tidak hanya atlit bulutangkis, tapi semua cabang olahraga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa saya bilang demikian, karena, apakah kita semua sadar bahwa sistem regenarsi kita sangatlah menyedihkan, tidak hanya dalam olahraga, dalam semua bidang. Coba perhatikan, berapa banyak politikus muda Indonsia? Eh, tunggu, tidak semua bidang deng, dalam dunia ekonomi Indonesia sudah mulai menapakkan gigi. Ada banyak manager yang masih berusia dibawah 40 tahun (walaupun kebanyakkan dari mereka bekerja di perusahaan swasta). Yah, setidaknya ada regenerasi lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, melihat acara TV malam ini, peringatan 100 tahun kebangkitan nasional diperingati secara meriah sekali yah. Good. Walaupun saya tahu acara tersebut pasti banyak mengalami kritikan karena menghabiskan dana banyak, tapi saya yakin, banyak yang tersentil melihat betapa kayanya negara kita, betapa bersatunya negara kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, saya bepikir: Apa yang bisa saya lakukan untuk negara ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya coba list daftar prilaku yang mungkin bisa disumbangkan untuk negara ini, walaupun hanya sepersekian nol koma sekian persen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Patuhi rambu lalu lintas.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tidak membuang sampah sembarangan.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tidak mencoret-coret fasilitas umum&lt;br /&gt;4. Membayar pajak tepat waktu&lt;br /&gt;5. Tidak KKN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh tunggu deh, kok saya seperti belajar PPKN or PMP jaman sekolah dulu yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang bisa menambahkan prilaku konkrit untuk membangkitkan semangat bangsa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-8505046117680725669?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/8505046117680725669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=8505046117680725669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/8505046117680725669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/8505046117680725669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/05/100-tahun-kebangkitan-bangsa.html' title='100 tahun kebangkitan bangsa'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-7638105853383909023</id><published>2008-04-28T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:27:46.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Twinning 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/SBXcqQL0GYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GMGt2DKM3NA/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/SBXcqQL0GYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GMGt2DKM3NA/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194300363698870658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2 of &lt;a href="http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/07/congratulations.html"&gt;this posting&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Have you met my friends before?&lt;br /&gt;Please, let me introduce you to my fellow classmates for the last 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, even though we already graduated and spread away, we're still a good friend in our heart.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Today, was the day that i realize that we're still have a bond on each other.&lt;br /&gt;We're still supported each other.&lt;br /&gt;We're still shared the same story.&lt;br /&gt;We're still trying to catch our own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;We're still always be there when one of us need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we'll still keep in touch in the next couple of years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-7638105853383909023?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/7638105853383909023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=7638105853383909023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/7638105853383909023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/7638105853383909023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/04/twinning-2003.html' title='the Twinning 2003'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/SBXcqQL0GYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GMGt2DKM3NA/s72-c/DSC_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-633199116430821026</id><published>2008-04-25T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:21:20.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simple things that can make you happy</title><content type='html'>could you tell me simple things that can make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom can be very happy if one of her student can understand the math and got a very good mark for the evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;my sister can be very happy if there is a new korean movie in the web.&lt;br /&gt;my dad can be very happy if he met his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be happy after reading people's blog.&lt;br /&gt;i can be happy after taking pictures with my co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;i can be happy after i spent time talking non sense with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;i can be happy after i saw my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;i can be happy after i received a very good news from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be happy if people's around me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-633199116430821026?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/633199116430821026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=633199116430821026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/633199116430821026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/633199116430821026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/04/simple-things-that-can-make-you-happy.html' title='simple things that can make you happy'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-3302192203943262553</id><published>2008-04-15T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:11:54.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>level of trust</title><content type='html'>do you think that the level of trust will decrease if people went apart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-3302192203943262553?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/3302192203943262553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=3302192203943262553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3302192203943262553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3302192203943262553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/04/level-of-trust.html' title='level of trust'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-4225051913962313572</id><published>2008-02-24T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:43:26.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day - Daniel Powter</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j7g6LenMQ5E&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j7g6LenMQ5E&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&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/6754941-4225051913962313572?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/4225051913962313572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=4225051913962313572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/4225051913962313572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/4225051913962313572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-day-daniel-powter.html' title='Bad Day - Daniel Powter'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-3096886598565413022</id><published>2008-02-17T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:39:06.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unpredictable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(E.M Forster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i admit. I'm so easily inspired right now. Every quotes or poems that's represent my current situation had more deeper meaning for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those quotes, are exactly what i feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, the one who always plan and organize things, the one who always want certainty, have become skeptic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always know what i want to do, always know what my goals are.&lt;br /&gt;But now, i have no idea about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true, we have to make life more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Let every thing's come as surprises and make your life more colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjust with the unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;Let it scattered.&lt;br /&gt;Think out of the box, you're not robot.&lt;br /&gt;And embrace the amazing experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-3096886598565413022?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/3096886598565413022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=3096886598565413022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3096886598565413022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3096886598565413022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/02/unpredictable.html' title='unpredictable'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-2602967550604029757</id><published>2008-02-16T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:49:29.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new day</title><content type='html'>No one can go back in time and make a new brand start,&lt;br /&gt;But anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God didn't promise days without pain,&lt;br /&gt;Laughter without sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Sun without rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he did promise strength for the day,&lt;br /&gt;Comfort for the tears,&lt;br /&gt;And lights for the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(anonymous) - taken from &lt;a href="http://iwanbanget.blogspot.com"&gt;iwan's&lt;/a&gt; blog&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can not running away from the problems, cause we know the problems will always catch us.&lt;br /&gt;The black shadow can not be avoided, we must face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;Newbies can be wrong, even experienced people can make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;We are only a human, where no one's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deals with it one by one.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid, cause there's always first time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;If not, how can you know how to do things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-2602967550604029757?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/2602967550604029757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=2602967550604029757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/2602967550604029757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/2602967550604029757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-day.html' title='a new day'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-4959613812843157044</id><published>2008-02-13T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:39:44.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M NOT A QUITTER</title><content type='html'>I'M NOT A QUITTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that i can still said it in the next couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning is never easy. It takes times, it takes patience, it takes energy, and mostly it takes willingness. Willingness to learn. Willingness to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people do not want to fall. They surrender easily. But i hope i won't be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a quitter. I'll learn. Just give me times, and let me learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a quitter. I'll fall sometimes, i know. But it was one of my way to learn something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning by doing.&lt;br /&gt;Learning by example.&lt;br /&gt;Learning by mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Learning by observation.&lt;br /&gt;I'll use everything to help me with learning the learning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning is process, as people said, Rome was not built in one day, so that learning.&lt;br /&gt;May God give me strength to be tough on this learning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMANGAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-4959613812843157044?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/4959613812843157044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=4959613812843157044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/4959613812843157044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/4959613812843157044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-not-quitter.html' title='I&apos;M NOT A QUITTER'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-9072913220008057237</id><published>2008-02-10T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T20:04:23.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/R67c9BmVjhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gu77IjqzR2k/s1600-h/DSC02329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/R67c9BmVjhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gu77IjqzR2k/s320/DSC02329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165308763599900178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear nyonyah, cempreng, anak kecil, lemot, dan slebor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dears, how are you guys? I just opened my photo albums, looking around on Brisbane's folder. And you know what i found? A lot of our pictures! So much of our pictures on many occasions. Ekka, bbq, lebaran, puasa, pajamas party, toscanis, you named it. Then suddenly i become sentimental. I really miss those times. I really miss the times when we can do all those silly things together, how we survive Brisbane together, how we always at each other for better for worse. Only God know how much i miss us in the old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i know that things always change. It is time for us to be a grown up. It's time for us to move on, to achieve whatever we want achieve, to reach all of our dreams. Now we have to face the reality. We have to face the fact that we are all got busy in Jakarta. Nyonyah, cempreng, slebor, and me with our jobs. Lemot with the wedding plans. And anak kecil with her new profession, a job seeker. We all busy. But, deep inside we support each other. Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i also blame it on Jakarta though. How we live apart. Spread all over Jakarta. It's getting difficult to gather us in one place at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy, time, and place. Huh! Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway. I write this letter only to say how much you guys are meaning to me. Your friendship has made my life so much easier, so much brighter. I have a new perspective of what's friends are for. Friends not always have the same interest, the same looks, or the same personality. Look at us! The six of us are so different! You guy's realize that don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one things that i always said that we are beyond friends, we are family. I'd always like to call you guys as a second family. I have friends, best friends, and second family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, i don't have to be worry being alone, cause i know: i have you as my back up, as my guardian angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to say words like i love you or i miss you everyday. Cause we prove it on the real life. That we always there for each other. For better for worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much things to say actually, but i know words can not describe my feelings to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys, really, even when i am not showing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;Putri aka putra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-9072913220008057237?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/9072913220008057237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=9072913220008057237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/9072913220008057237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/9072913220008057237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/02/letter-from-me.html' title='letter from me'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/R67c9BmVjhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Gu77IjqzR2k/s72-c/DSC02329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-3360482288265456446</id><published>2008-02-09T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:57:38.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, we can.</title><content type='html'>&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BHEO_fG3mm4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BHEO_fG3mm4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.yeswecansong.com"&gt;will.i.am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballots; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can to justice and equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can to opportunity and prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can heal this nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can repair this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know the battle ahead will be long, but always remember that no matter what obstacles stand in our way, nothing can stand in the way of the power of millions of voices calling for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics...they will only grow louder and more dissonant ........... We've been asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in Dillon are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA; we will remember that there is something happening in America; that we are not as divided as our politics suggests; that we are one people; we are one nation; and together, we will begin the next great chapter in the American story with three words that will ring from coast to coast; from sea to shining sea --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. We. Can. (Obama, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so amazed with this video. How Americans are willing to change, are willing to build their nation again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you do the same thing? Would you care enough to build our nation or you just want to fulfill your ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my fellow friends, ".... ask not what your country can do for you — ask what you can do for your country." (Kennedy, 1961)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-3360482288265456446?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/3360482288265456446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=3360482288265456446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3360482288265456446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3360482288265456446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/02/yes-we-can.html' title='yes, we can.'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-8940227891921992128</id><published>2008-02-08T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:45:06.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jaim</title><content type='html'>When you meet a new people, a new crowd, which one do you choose: take care of image (or jaim) or simply let people know who you are from the beginning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-8940227891921992128?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/8940227891921992128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=8940227891921992128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/8940227891921992128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/8940227891921992128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/02/jaim.html' title='jaim'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-6413722891689997227</id><published>2008-02-07T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:37:30.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky and blessed</title><content type='html'>Call yourself lucky, if you have home and place where you can stay.&lt;br /&gt;Call yourself lucky, if you can choose your menu for today's breakfast, lunch, dinner, and probably meal.&lt;br /&gt;Call yourself lucky if you can buy a new clothes once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Call yourself lucky if you can hang out and drink a coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But call yourself blessed if you have family, second family, and friends who always support you whenever you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great family, a very supportive big family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a beautiful second family,  a very lovable second family.&lt;br /&gt;People whom you can say that you don't have to tied by blood to have a family.&lt;br /&gt;Si nyoyah, si slebor, si cempreng, si lemot, dan si anak kecil.&lt;br /&gt;Place where i can relax and make me realize that i have to enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too beautiful to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i have friends who understand what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;The one who shared the same dreams, the same passions.&lt;br /&gt;The one who always give the opinion no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;The one who won't hold you back.&lt;br /&gt;And losing them, or not able no meet them in a quite long time can make you feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you, my dear friend, good luck on your new journey.&lt;br /&gt;May God always bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-6413722891689997227?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/6413722891689997227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=6413722891689997227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/6413722891689997227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/6413722891689997227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/02/lucky-and-blessed.html' title='lucky and blessed'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-3902580045339554882</id><published>2008-02-05T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:01:13.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn back time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only i could turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only i had said what i still hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only i could turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would stay for the night. For the night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Turn Back Time - Aqua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize that sometimes (or probably always) you always want to turn back time?&lt;br /&gt;There's always part of you that wanted to go back, and probably corrected your mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you just want the easy part?&lt;br /&gt;When you already work, you wanted to be a college student again.&lt;br /&gt;when you were in collage, you wanted to be a high school student again.&lt;br /&gt;When you were in high school, you wanted to be a junior high school again.&lt;br /&gt;even when you were in elementary school, you wanted to be a kindergarten student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny part is, when you didn't want to turn back time, you want to fast forward it.&lt;br /&gt;You can't wait to have children.&lt;br /&gt;You can't wait to get married.&lt;br /&gt;You can't wait to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;You can't wait to graduate from college.&lt;br /&gt;You can't wait to graduate from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i told you.. Life is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, if you can turn back time, what will you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-3902580045339554882?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/3902580045339554882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=3902580045339554882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3902580045339554882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3902580045339554882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/02/turn-back-time.html' title='turn back time'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-4945322113268037640</id><published>2008-02-01T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:07:51.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freaky friday</title><content type='html'>Life is a bitch, get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying good bye is never easy. I don't like saying good bye, i just like to say "see you next time". It because we never know what's gonna happened in the future. It's not a good bye, and it's absolutely not a farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you next time, and we won't know when is it gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let it flow, and let the life and the time itself play with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your comfort zone was never easy, but you know what's best to you. You know what to do when you have to leave it. Detached yourself, don't get too attached. Love the job, don't love the environment. Cause when you love the environment, you'll be stuck forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will meet new environment, heck, you will meet your old environment. Keep in touch with your past environment, because they were part of your life, they have enriched your life, and clearly they added your lesson about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do in new environment? You'll learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning by doing. Learning by watching. As simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it flow. Let the life brings the new things to you. Don't be afraid, cause there's nothing to afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you'll learn. And you'll know when you already got the lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-4945322113268037640?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/4945322113268037640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=4945322113268037640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/4945322113268037640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/4945322113268037640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/02/freaky-friday.html' title='freaky friday'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-8919536408585477337</id><published>2008-01-14T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:28:36.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying and learning</title><content type='html'>i'm trying to fly right now.&lt;br /&gt;spread my wings and learning to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning to know the world now.&lt;br /&gt;explore everything and figuring out what i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't hold me back.&lt;br /&gt;please let me try and let me fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the way, just let me fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-8919536408585477337?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/8919536408585477337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=8919536408585477337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/8919536408585477337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/8919536408585477337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/01/trying-and-learning.html' title='trying and learning'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-1292162548563715150</id><published>2008-01-09T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:29:23.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ketika gengsi mengalahkan segalanya</title><content type='html'>Pernah nggak sih kamu punya rasa gengsi yang besar sekali dan itu mempengaruhi ego kamu sedemikian rupa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa yah susah sekali menghilangkan gengsi, mbok yah nerimo dikit. Rendahkan dirimu dan ratakan dirimu. Mulai segala sesuatu dari diri sendiri. Huh.. Saying something is much easier then doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kadang, gengsi juga jadi nyaru sama rasa malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambah gawat deh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-1292162548563715150?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/1292162548563715150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=1292162548563715150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/1292162548563715150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/1292162548563715150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/01/ketika-gengsi-mengalahkan-segalanya.html' title='ketika gengsi mengalahkan segalanya'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-8861660343636431266</id><published>2008-01-08T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:18:28.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new year, the new me?</title><content type='html'>I know it's already late, but i still want to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may this year brings all the joy that we always wanted&lt;br /&gt;may this year brings all the hope that we shared&lt;br /&gt;may this year be memorable for all of us&lt;br /&gt;may this year become your year, and my year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things i learned last year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bahwa jika kita pasrah kepada yang diatas dalam mengerjakan sesuatu, maka hati kita akan menjadi lebih tenang dan tidak berpikir macam-macam, sehingga hasilnya pun akan maksimal.&lt;br /&gt;2. A bit contradiction with number 1, is that if we fight and have a litlle faith, we will gain what we always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;3. JALANI SAJA APA YANG ADA, bersihkan hati, sucikan pikiran, always be positive, it will make your life much brighter.&lt;br /&gt;4. THIS IS YOUR LIFE, YOUR DECISION. Inilah waktunya untuk saya melepaskan diri dari orang-orang terdekat, dalam artian, sekarang saya harus bisa menentukan pilihan saya sendiri, dan itu harus dari saya sendiri, bukan dari orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;5. Jangan pernah menyesali apa yang telah terjadi, semua itu hanya bisa dijadikan pelajaran.&lt;br /&gt;6. Jika kamu berbuat kesalahan, orang pertama yang harus bisa memaafkannya adalah diri kamu sendiri. Karena, terkadang ada kalanya kamu sendiri tidak bisa memaafkan kesalahan kamu sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;7. Mulailah segala sesuatunya dari diri sendiri, kesadaran harus datang dari diri, bukan dari orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;8. And probably many more, i easily forgot hei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RESOLUTION 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Start my day with a smile and positive attitude. If you start smiling, then everybody will smiling too!&lt;br /&gt;2. Think positive, bersihkan hati, dan jaga pikiran.&lt;br /&gt;3. FINDING A SETTLE JOB, you don't say daily workers as permanent job right?&lt;br /&gt;4. Gathered up my friends, from junior high to university friend. I bet it's gonna be awesome to meet them again hei!&lt;br /&gt;5. Finding my passion! What's you want to do Putri?&lt;br /&gt;6. Turunkan berat badan. Hahaha.. 7 Kg? Try it!&lt;br /&gt;7. OLAHRAGA!! Jaga kesehatan.&lt;br /&gt;8. Start searching for scholarships! Katanya mo S-2 put.&lt;br /&gt;9. Learning more about life, try it, experience it!&lt;br /&gt;10. Boyfriend? Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;11. Enjoy the life. Enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year guys, good luck with your own resolutions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-8861660343636431266?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/8861660343636431266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=8861660343636431266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/8861660343636431266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/8861660343636431266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='the new year, the new me?'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-1215269036560801263</id><published>2007-11-16T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:23:57.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a long time</title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since i wrote the last post. there's so much to tell, but i was too lazy to write it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's new with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after finally graduated from UI and of course UQ, now i am facing the new reality. Which is, as we know it, reality is suck. Hohoho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to face for being an unemployed, which is kinda fun. But now i am too bored. So what did i do to kill my time? I become a driver and an assistant for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hua. Bored!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-1215269036560801263?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/1215269036560801263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=1215269036560801263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/1215269036560801263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/1215269036560801263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-long-time.html' title='it&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-1350875074887934387</id><published>2007-08-11T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:54:47.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the loss</title><content type='html'>Sekitar 2 minggu yang lalu, saya kehilangan oom saya. Tidak secara mendadak (walaupun rasanya tetap saja mengejutkan) dan mungkin membuat saya dan keluarga sebenarnya bisa menyiapkan diri, tapi tetap saja rasa tidak percaya itu masih ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it was the first time i loss my close member of my big family. And really, i didn't know what to expect, and what to feel. Saya sedih, tapi saya tidak nangis atau menitikkan air mata. Yang ada di pikiran saya cuma satu: bagaimana jika saya berada di posisi sepupu saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bingung. I didn't know what to do at that time. Disaat sepupu2 saya menitikkan air mata, saya malah bengong. I just felt empty. The fact that i'm so lousy in handling people's crying worsened the situation. All i did is hug them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's funny. I did cry a bit after i read Harry Potter: The Deathly Hallow, but i did not cry at all during the funeral. How freak is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sampe sekarang saya masih tidak tahu. Tidak tahu apa yang akan saya lakukan jika ada anggota keluarga yang meninggalkan saya lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-1350875074887934387?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/1350875074887934387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=1350875074887934387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/1350875074887934387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/1350875074887934387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/08/loss.html' title='the loss'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-7110158144324424134</id><published>2007-08-11T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:25:59.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regrets</title><content type='html'>Pernah gak menyesali beberapa keputusan yang kamu ambil selama ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sering menyesali keputusan saya. Terkadang keputusan itu saya ambil secara impulsive, hanya menuruti nafsu tanpa memikirkan panjang, secara terburu-buru. Jadinya: menyesal deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sering berfikir, ya sudahlah ya.. Dijalanin saja, tapi terkadang tidak mempan. Saya masih tetap memikirkannya. Dan  hasilnya: saya tidak bisa move on. Stuck in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a time that i want to push the rewind button to turn back the time. To change my decisions and do the things that i want to do after i think about it, after i analyzed it. But then, in the end i know that i was running away. I do not want to get any responsible from what i have done, or what i have decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, i'm in the process of learning. Learning to accept my decision and how to be responsible to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose who i want to be. And i want to be the responsible one. There's no time to regret my decisions. Use it as a learning process. Learning by doing. Learning by experience. Learning from the mistakes. All i need is the courage to face the reality and be it. Life is scary, so get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want any regrets. All i want is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freedom.&lt;br /&gt;happiness.&lt;br /&gt;companionship.&lt;br /&gt;passion.&lt;br /&gt;comfort.&lt;br /&gt;and a truly me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-7110158144324424134?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/7110158144324424134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=7110158144324424134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/7110158144324424134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/7110158144324424134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/08/regrets.html' title='regrets'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-9160973379866060476</id><published>2007-07-16T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:49:14.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>congratulations</title><content type='html'>so, 4 years huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started it together.&lt;br /&gt;and we finished it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally we're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the hard works.&lt;br /&gt;after all the obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;after all the fight with blood and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the end of our journey in uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when we all first met?&lt;br /&gt;we all are the cocky guys who just graduated from high school. have no idea what we're going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then do you remember our time in Brisbane? and how was it like when we started the class?&lt;br /&gt;it was excited, yet scary.&lt;br /&gt;bet you guys are agree that we have a very good time at there right? hell, we all got our so-called-brisbanesick after we got back for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do you remember when we're doing skripsi?&lt;br /&gt;big no for that.&lt;br /&gt;but we did it. we finally did it.&lt;br /&gt;we fight together. and we survived through all those stuff, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;and finally we got what we deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we can be proud using all of our titles.&lt;br /&gt;Bachelors of Arts in Psychology, Sarjana Psikologi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putri Nurhayati, B.A., S.Psi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the solidarity.&lt;br /&gt;for the togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;for the experiences.&lt;br /&gt;for the joys.&lt;br /&gt;for the memories.&lt;br /&gt;for the hugs.&lt;br /&gt;and for the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulations my dear fellow classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to face the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep in touch. and take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God always bless.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be here when you need me, as always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-9160973379866060476?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/9160973379866060476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=9160973379866060476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/9160973379866060476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/9160973379866060476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/07/congratulations.html' title='congratulations'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-3990329734280419478</id><published>2007-06-27T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:39:17.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to fight, and to have faith.</title><content type='html'>this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time has come my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to make one of my dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;time to make all my handwork worthed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the battle of the year. the judgment day.&lt;br /&gt;it's me versus them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will they help me?&lt;br /&gt;or will they let me down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that i have two things on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fight.&lt;br /&gt;and to have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hope this will be the last, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-3990329734280419478?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/3990329734280419478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=3990329734280419478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3990329734280419478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/3990329734280419478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-fight-and-to-have-faith.html' title='to fight, and to have faith.'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-6036770787820520702</id><published>2007-06-21T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:11:24.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the future</title><content type='html'>I was smiling like a crazy throughout the day, well not all day long though. Definitely after 4 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realize, time's fly easily mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by step, we face the world.&lt;br /&gt;One by one, we move on with our live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time, we have to say goodbye to the "brisbanesick" completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more wondering around about "what if" or "what could".&lt;br /&gt;It's all about changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just have to face the future. We just have to face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to you, who already move on. I'll be there soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-6036770787820520702?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/6036770787820520702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=6036770787820520702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/6036770787820520702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/6036770787820520702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/06/future.html' title='the future'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-9082443414258311860</id><published>2007-06-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:42:36.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends and skripsi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And when I see you then I know it will be next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And when I need you then I know you will be there with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll never leave you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just need to get closer...  closer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lean on me now... Lean on me now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Closer...  Closer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lean on me now... Lean on me now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(Closer - Travis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'll be at your side, there's no need to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Together we'll survive through the haste and hurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'll be at your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; If you feel like you're alone, and you've nowhere to turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'll be at your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(At your side - The Corrs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;When the rain starts to pour&lt;br /&gt;I"ll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Like I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Couse you're there for me too...&lt;br /&gt;(I'll be there for you - The Rembrants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your hand says you'll catch me&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i fall&lt;br /&gt;You say it best.. When you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;(Nothing at all - Ronan Keating)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ill stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ill stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Wont let nobody hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ill stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Take me in, into your darkest hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;And Ill never desert you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ill stand by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;(I'll stand by you - The Pretenders)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, sometimes all you need is your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with their "ears".&lt;br /&gt;with their hugs.&lt;br /&gt;with their wishes.&lt;br /&gt;and with their loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good things from skripsi: you'll get closer to your classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current project: SKRIPSI.&lt;br /&gt;My next month project: SIDANG.&lt;br /&gt;My upcoming project: yearbook, FINDING A JOB, arisan, and HAVE FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb: untuk nyonyah, ini duka kita yah nyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-9082443414258311860?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/9082443414258311860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=9082443414258311860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/9082443414258311860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/9082443414258311860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/06/friends-and-skripsi.html' title='friends and skripsi'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-1636311971096163936</id><published>2007-04-14T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T10:39:41.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shine - take that</title><content type='html'>Shine - Take That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you're such a big star to me&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;But you're stuck in a hole and I want you to get out&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what there is to see&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's time for you to leave&lt;br /&gt;We're all just pushing along&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure it out, out, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your anticipation pulls you down&lt;br /&gt;When you can have it all, you can have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on, come on, get it on&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you're waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Your time is coming don't be late, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;So come on&lt;br /&gt;See the light on your face&lt;br /&gt;Let it shine&lt;br /&gt;Just let it shine&lt;br /&gt;Let it shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so hard on yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's not good for your health&lt;br /&gt;I know that you can change&lt;br /&gt;So clear your head ang come round&lt;br /&gt;You only have to open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You might just get a big surprise&lt;br /&gt;And it may feel good and you might want to smile, smile, smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you let your demons pull you down&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can have it all, you can have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey let me know you&lt;br /&gt;You're all that matters to me&lt;br /&gt;Hey let me show you&lt;br /&gt;You're all that matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey let me love you&lt;br /&gt;You're all that matters to me&lt;br /&gt;Hey so come on yeah&lt;br /&gt;Shine all your light over me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-1636311971096163936?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/1636311971096163936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=1636311971096163936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/1636311971096163936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/1636311971096163936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/04/shine-take-that.html' title='shine - take that'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-5158945581779127670</id><published>2007-03-13T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:36:59.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vulnerable</title><content type='html'>"None of us wanted to say what we were thinking: How vulnerable we felt. So we all just stood around, pretending to work, and waited for someone to come through that door and tell us how this was gonna end." (Dorian, 2005) - Taken from Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya yakin, mungkin hampir 90% dari teman-teman saya akan bilang kalau saya ini termasuk cewek yang tough. Baik teman dekat maupun teman yang baru kenal. Itu juga mungkin kebanyakan berdasarkan apa yang mereka lihat, dalam artian: penampilan saya. Saya memang suka memakai jeans dan kaos. Santai dan terlihat tomboy. Dan kebanyakan dari mereka pasti akan bilang kalau saya ini mandiri dan galak! Hahaha.. Makanya mereka bilang saya tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, deep down inside, saya sedang bingung dengan diri saya sendiri. Saya tahu, sekalinya saya cerita kebanyakan dengan mereka tidak percaya dengan cerita saya. Mereka mengharapkan melihat saya yang tough, bukan saya yang tiba-tiba jadi sedikit bingung. No one seems can understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan saya, saya tidak suka menceritakan masalah saya kepada orang lain. Extrovert in the outside, introvert in the inside though. Mungkin seperti yang JD katakan, saya tidak mau terlihat vulnerable di mata orang. Betapa saya ingin menunjukan kalau "i'm ok" pada saat saya tidak ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that i have a lot of friends. And i can call them everytime i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, i feel empty. and lonely. and it feels like a s*it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-5158945581779127670?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/5158945581779127670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=5158945581779127670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/5158945581779127670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/5158945581779127670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/03/vulnerable.html' title='vulnerable'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-1077658478979179795</id><published>2007-02-22T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:05:40.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>berani berbuat.. berani bertanggung jawab..</title><content type='html'>Kemarin ini, saya sempat bertemu dengan beberapa teman sma. Kami berkumpul dan saling menceritakan kabar terbaru. Tidak lupa juga kita bergosip bersama. Hehehe.. Mungkin bukan bergosip, tapi saling mencari tahu kabar teman-teman SMA yang lain. Berita yang paling membuat saya terbengong mungkin adalah mengenai salah satu teman saya yang memutuskan untuk menjadi single parent. Wow! Saya salut! Disaat banyak orang seumuran saya masih bermain-main ria, dia sudah berani bertanggung jawab. Dia berani bertanggung jawab atas perbuatannya. Katanya sih cowoknya tidak mau bertanggung jawab dan menolak menikahinya, dan dia pun tidak mau melakukan tindakan aborsi. Dan hasilnya: she's a mom now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya salut sama dia, karena dia berani menjadi single parent.&lt;br /&gt;Zaman sekarang memang lucu dan aneh. Terutama masyarakat kita. Ok. Kita memang masih mempunyai adat timur, tapi tidak bisa dipungkiri kalau pengaruh barat sudah begitu berpengaruh pada kehidupan kita. Salah satunya adalah sex before married atau dulu dikenal sebagai free sex. Mungkin istilah free sex udah gak cocok kali yah. Dulu kan orang beranggapan free sex adalah sex bebas, dimana kalo di luar sana itu ditandakan dengan berhubungan seks dengan banyak orang. Sementara kalau di Indonesia, free sex itu kalau orang having sex before married. Jadi apa yah istilah enaknya? Well, let's just said i still called it as free sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin beberapa dari kita masih mempunyai pikiran kuno dan menganggap itu adalah hal yang tabu. Sementara yang lainnya? Hmm.. Mungkin itu sudah biasa kali yah. Buktinya: bukannya melarang free sex, pemerintah malah menganjurkan orang memakai kondom ketika berhubungan seks. Lah, mereka tidak bilang kalau condom hanya untuk pasangan yang sudah menikah loh. Pokoknya mereka hanya menggalakan pemakaian condom. Kalau menurut saya sih, secara tidak langsung itu sudah "melegalkan" free sex. Hahahaha.. Tidak tahu juga sih. Secara pemerintah sudah gak jelas gitu maunya apa. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi saya, entah zaman yang sudah berubah atau pikiran saya yang semakin berkembang. Dulu waktu sma, saya termasuk anak yang biasa aja. I'm not a nerd but i'm not agj (anak gaul jakarta) juga. Saya masuk ipa yang cukup menguras waktu dan tenaga tapi saya juga punya teman-teman yang bisa diajak gaul. Pada saat itu, saya jarang membicarakan tentang seks. Kenapa yah? Mungkin karena diantara teman-teman dekat saya tidak ada yang tertarik dengan tema itu. Namun setelah saya kuliah dan kemudian pergi ke Australia. Wah, saya merasa seperti orang paling bodoh sedunia kalau sedang membicarakan hal tersebut! Hahahaha.. Mungkin karena itu juga kali yah teman saya membelikan ensiklopedia A to Z about sex sebagai hadiah ulang tahun. Hahahaha... Dulu saya kaget kalau mendengar cerita beberapa orang tentang their sex life, tapi sekarang? Sudah biasa tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn about that. Dulu mungkin saya bisa mengerutkan dahi kalau mendengar cerita itu, sekarang? Saya ikut tertawa-tawa mendengar cerita seperti itu. Free sex, sex before marriage, atau apalah itu namanya.. hanyalah salah satu dari sekian banyak pilihan dalam hidup kita. Toh namanya sex juga diakui sebagai salah satu kebutuhan. Hihihihi.. Kadang saya suka geli loh kalo baca tabloid gosip atau menonton infotainment dimana masih banyak selebritis yang mengaku kalau keperawanan sangat penting. Hahahaha.. Bullshit! Mungkin masih ada orang yang percaya kali yah, sementara saya? Saya hanya tertawa geli karena saya terkadang suka tahu soal gosip their real sex life. Hahahahahaha.. Yah namanya orang, mana ada sih yang mau terlihat buruk? Woops. Tunggu deh, jadi.. Apakah virginitas itu masih penting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau menurut masyarakat kita yang suka "sok" memiliki moral, mungkin hal tersebut masih penting. Tapi kenapa virginitas identik dengan perempuan sih. Sebel! Bukannya sebel gimana. Tapi, kalau cewek sudah tidak virgin dibilang bukan cewek baik-baik, lalu kenapa cowok yang tidak virgin didiamkan saja? Huh.. Masyarakat pilih kasih euy. Kadang mereka (masyarakat atau orang-orang) hanya bilang: "namanya juga cowok, nafsunya gede". Lah, emang cewek gak punya nafsu apa? Ok. Kalau mereka menganggap virginitas penting untuk cewek. Saya akan bilang juga, virginitas juga penting buat cowok. Jadi kalau ada cowok yang udah gak virgin bilang kalau mereka gak mau sama cewek yang udah gak virgin, saya akan timpuk kepalannya. Idiih, kayak sok suci. Memangnya ada orang seperti itu? Ada aja lah. Di dunia ini apa sih yang nggak ada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Balik lagi ke teman saya yang memutuskan untuk menjadi single parent. Atau teman yang married by accident. I'm not here to judge. I'm here to give my applause. Hebat. Berani berbuat, berani bertanggung jawab. Walau itu mungkin untuk teman saya yang cewek itu yah, bukan untuk cowoknya. Cowoknya sih pasti hanyalah satu dari sekian banyak cowok-cowok brengsek yang tidak mau bertanggung jawab. Jarang loh ada yang mau menjadi single parent. Apalagi di Indonesia dimana orang-orang masih merasa "moral" itu sangatlah penting. Aduh, pada muna deh. Jangan sok gitu deh. Jangan pada lari dari kenyataan, kenyataaan kalau Indonesia sudah berubah, tepatnya: masyarakat Indonesia sudah berubah. Hargai keputusan orang yang mau menjadi single parent. Jangan malah mencibir mereka. Dukung mereka, karena itu adalah pilihan hidup mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedikit loncat. Pada saat kuliah dulu, saya pernah membaca kurang lebih begini: "Survey membuktikan kalau remaja itu menolak mengunakan pengaman pada saat berhubungan seks. Kenapa? Karena menurut mereka kalau tidak ada resikonya maka seks itu akan terasa kurang seru. Jadi, semakin tinggi resiko nya, semakin nikmat seks itu sendiri." Hahahaha.. Awalnya saya tertawa membacanya, tapi begitu saya menceritakannya kepada teman, mereka malah bilang memang itulah kenyataannya. Aduh zaman sekarang memang ada-ada saja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-1077658478979179795?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/1077658478979179795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=1077658478979179795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/1077658478979179795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/1077658478979179795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/02/berani-berbuat-berani-bertanggung-jawab.html' title='berani berbuat.. berani bertanggung jawab..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-7872472066736278126</id><published>2007-02-11T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T14:46:49.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes the best thing is not always the right thing." (taken from &lt;a href="http://www.terrantbooks.com/dm2.htm"&gt;Dunia Mereka 2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, what we thought would be the best thing for other people is not always the right thing for them.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we know that we want they got the best, but then, the best according to yourself is not the same with the best according to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang mungkin kita memang terlihat seperti mencampuri urusan orang lain. Kita selalu mengatakan kalau kita hanya mau mereka mendapatkan yang terbaik untuk mereka. Tapi ada kalanya kita juga harus tahu kalau, kalau yang terbaik buat mereka menurut kita belum tentu mereka anggap yang terbaik untuk mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang, mungkin kita merasa paling tau solusi untuk masalah orang lain. Tapi, apakah solusi yang terbaik itu adalah sesuatu yang benar? Baik tidak sama dengan benar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal with your ego first, then deal with others problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-7872472066736278126?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/7872472066736278126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=7872472066736278126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/7872472066736278126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/7872472066736278126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/02/best.html' title='the best'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-8539949881874723811</id><published>2007-02-10T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T10:48:48.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;It's a poem by e.e. Cummings.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;"I carry your heart with me.                &lt;br /&gt;I carry it in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I am never without it.&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere I go, you go, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever is done by only me...&lt;br /&gt;is your doing, my darling.&lt;br /&gt;I fear no fate...&lt;br /&gt;for you are my fate, my sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I want no world, for, beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;you are my world, my true.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the deepest secret&lt;br /&gt;no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Here is the root of the root...    &lt;br /&gt;and the bud of the bud...&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky&lt;br /&gt;of a tree called life...&lt;br /&gt;which grows higher&lt;br /&gt;than the soul can hope...&lt;br /&gt;or mind can hide.&lt;br /&gt;It is the wonder&lt;br /&gt;that's keeping the stars apart.&lt;br /&gt;I carry your heart.&lt;br /&gt;I carry it in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0388125/"&gt;In Her Shoes&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: only God know how much i miss you dear, and only God know how i much i love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I dedicated this poem only for you, for my dearest second family whereever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-8539949881874723811?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/8539949881874723811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=8539949881874723811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/8539949881874723811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/8539949881874723811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/02/poem-for-you.html' title='a poem for you'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-5272261554885141561</id><published>2007-02-01T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:10:31.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish you all the very best</title><content type='html'>Sekarang saya percaya, saying something in the right moment itu memang benar dan besar pengaruhnya. Terkadang kata yang diucapkan sangatlah simple, tapi karena kita mengucapkannya di saat yang tepat, pengaruhnya jadi terasa sekali bagi orang tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru-baru ini seorang teman berterima kasih pada saya. Dia berterima kasih karena suatu hal yang simple. All i did was just saying: "all the very best for you". Pada saat itu saya sedang graduation di UQ. Seharusnya dia juga, tapi karena ada beberapa kendala, kelulusannya jadi tertunda. Saya sendiri sudah lupa mengatakan hal tersebut pada dia. Tapi rupanya karena pada saat itu dia sedang bersedih di tengah kebahagian orang lain (halah bahasanya!), sebuah kalimat itu membuatnya senang. Sedikit sentimentil memang, tapi dia senang sekali mendengarnya. Dan sangat berterima kasih karenanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaarrhh.. Saya jadi senang.. Di tengah ke-suka-dodol-an saya dalam berkata dan merusak moment (menurut beberapa orang), ternyata saya juga bisa membuat seseorang terharu. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, lepas dari cerita diatas. Terkadang saya suka geli sendiri. Nampaknya "my second family" (yes, you know who) suka takut kalau dengar saya sedang "mengomentari" masalah mereka. Hahaha.. Emangnya saya menyeramkan yah teman? Sampai-sampai kalian takut sekali membuat saya marah. Padahal, kamu tahu kan kalau saya hanya menginginkan yang terbaik buat diri kalian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the end, as i said, "wish you all the very best" (and yes, that was my favorite sentence).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-5272261554885141561?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/5272261554885141561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=5272261554885141561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/5272261554885141561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/5272261554885141561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/02/wish-you-all-very-best.html' title='wish you all the very best'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-6932981369599539481</id><published>2007-01-21T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T19:28:12.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knowing someone</title><content type='html'>there's a time..&lt;br /&gt;there's a time when you feel that you know your friends or people around you inside outside.&lt;br /&gt;you feel that you know them very well. you know everything about them, from a to z.&lt;br /&gt;you said to everybody that you know their habit and you claim that they are your best bud and you know their secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody has secrets, even the dark ones. the ones that they want to keep it privately.&lt;br /&gt;there will be something that you won't know. and just let it as a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody has their own thoughts, their own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;kita bisa bilang kalau kita bakal tahu keputusan orang terdekat kita, karena kita merasa mengenal mereka. tapi, apakah selalu begitu?&lt;br /&gt;ada kalanya kita mendapatkan kejutan dari orang tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakah itu karena kita "kurang mengenal" orang tersebut?&lt;br /&gt;apakah itu karena semua orang dengan mudahnya berubah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-6932981369599539481?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/6932981369599539481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=6932981369599539481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/6932981369599539481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/6932981369599539481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/01/knowing-someone.html' title='knowing someone'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116852033943031387</id><published>2007-01-11T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:49:43.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brisbanesick</title><content type='html'>"when one door of happiness shuts, other will open if you make yourself see it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaarrrggghhh.. Sebel! Kemarin saya membuat post panjang lebar tentang ini tapi ternyata tidak ke-update karena blogger maintanance. Bete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya jadi kehilangan mood untuk membahasnya deh. Maklum, rada lupa. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, beberapa minggu kemarin saya sedang terkena brisbanesick. Penyakit baru sejenis homesick, cuma bedanya ini saya kangen Brisbane. Bukan, saya bukan kangen teman-teman saya (walaupun saya kangen my second family) karena saya tahu mereka semua akan kembali ke Jakarta suatu saat nanti, tapi saya kangen dengan hidup saya disana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kangen tidur pagi dan bangun siang.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen begadang karena tugas ataupun hanya sekedar mengobrol dengan kedua housemates saya (si nyonyah mami util kitel dan si pating slebor hua-hua us-us) yang aneh itu. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Kangen makan 2x sehari (dan kebanyakan diisi dengan indomie).&lt;br /&gt;Kangen dengan microwave yang membuat hidup saya terasa mudah. Mau indomie tinggal dimasukkan kedalam microwave selama 5 menit.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen dengan kompor listrik yang panasnya lama banget.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen minum langsung dari keran.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen mandi 1x sehari (jorok? bodo deh. hemat air! kan Queensland lagi water restriction. Haha..)&lt;br /&gt;Kangen rebutan air panas with my housemates di saat winter.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen dengan rumah saya yang suka kotor dan berantakan.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen dengan ruang tv yang menjadi kesukaan semua orang.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen dengan dapur yang jorok dan membuat males masak (atau merasa sayang untuk mengotorinya karena baru saja dibersihkan).&lt;br /&gt;Kangen mencuci baju dan kemudia menjemurnya (plus menjemur pakaian dalam yang seabrek) di beranda.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen menonton dvd dan terus ketiduran bersama si util dan si hua-hua.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen belanja bulanan bersama si util dan si hua-hua dan pastinya setiap kita belanja ada aja ceritanya.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen dengan meja makan di rumah yang panjang banget. Berisikan full makanan setiap unit saya bikin acara. Buka puasa? Lebaran? You named it.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen main ke 41 dan bertemu dengan si cempreng, si lemot, dan si anak kecil.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen bercerita bersama mereka kapan saja dan dimana saja.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen rutinitas kami ber-6: Toscani's dan southbank.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen diinepin sama mereka dan tidur bersama di ruang tv empet-emepetan.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen bermain board game bersama. Ada yang janji untuk membersihkan dapur tuh.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen ngumpul dengan anak-anak 2003.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen belajar bersama. Walau seringkali gak ngerti juga. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Kangen kuliah! Bertemu lecturer dan tutor yang pinter-pinter dan canggih-canggih.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen jalan kaki ke kampus. Walau ngomel karena jauh (berlebihan) tapi enak karena pemandangannya yang keren.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen UQ!&lt;br /&gt;Kangen tiduran di great court.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen library untuk mencari inspirasi! Betah disana sampe malam walaupun sering juga ketiduran.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen makan di refectory walaupun rasanya biasa aja.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen ngumpul bareng anak-anak di lolly.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen kerja di childcare. Tepatnya kangen anak-anak childcare: Annie, Maisie, Edward, Maya, Rita, Kieran, Milly, Maritza, Toby, Sarah, Portia, Harry, Paulie, Willy, Zara, Sian, Guy, Melody, Darcy, Vicky, Ashton, Olivia, ...&lt;br /&gt;Kangen ruangan kampus yang canggih.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen mampir ke kantornya Astrid.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen naik 412. Dengan jadwalnya yang selalu teratur dan busnya yang besar.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen naik citycat dan ketiduran di dalamnya.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen naik kereta yang biar lama tapi nyaman.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen city. Tidak hanya untuk belanja, tapi untuk sekedar jalan-jalan.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen indoroopilly. Tempat yang enak untuk belanja juga.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen toowong.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen St. Lucia pastinya. Biar suburbs tapi nyaman.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen city beach, sports girl, myer, general pants, ...&lt;br /&gt;Kangen hungry jacks, himawari, pancake, ...&lt;br /&gt;Kangen makan di hawken drive.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen gold coast.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen udara bersih, awan biru, rumput hijau.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen BBQan. Baik itu di manors, southbank, atau roma.&lt;br /&gt;Kangen ....&lt;br /&gt;Kangen ....&lt;br /&gt;Kangen ....&lt;br /&gt;Banyak ah yang dikangenin!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116852033943031387?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116852033943031387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116852033943031387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116852033943031387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116852033943031387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/01/brisbanesick.html' title='brisbanesick'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116835628656289542</id><published>2007-01-09T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T23:24:46.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i happy</title><content type='html'>Last night, i read a sentence from one of Sitta Karnia's novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When one door of happiness shuts, other will open if you make yourself see it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116835628656289542?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116835628656289542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116835628656289542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116835628656289542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116835628656289542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2007/01/am-i-happy.html' title='am i happy'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116650358036346042</id><published>2006-12-19T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:46:20.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saying good bye</title><content type='html'>i'm saying good bye to brisbane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116650358036346042?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116650358036346042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116650358036346042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116650358036346042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116650358036346042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/12/saying-good-bye.html' title='saying good bye'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116575252639061174</id><published>2006-12-10T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:08:46.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>living in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graduation equal to mood swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;in a crowd or to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;privacy or comfort.&lt;br /&gt;it's your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember: it's your life, it's your decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116575252639061174?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116575252639061174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116575252639061174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116575252639061174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116575252639061174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/12/living-in-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116499069504619031</id><published>2006-12-02T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:39:15.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>euphoria</title><content type='html'>euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;different expectations.&lt;br /&gt;different opinions.&lt;br /&gt;different hopes.&lt;br /&gt;different behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;different interests.&lt;br /&gt;different thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maturity is a key.&lt;br /&gt;growing up is the process.&lt;br /&gt;and time will answer that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116499069504619031?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116499069504619031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116499069504619031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116499069504619031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116499069504619031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/12/euphoria.html' title='euphoria'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116472731989794494</id><published>2006-11-28T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:21:59.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah. Saya lulus.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah. Saya bisa graudation semester ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116472731989794494?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116472731989794494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116472731989794494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116472731989794494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116472731989794494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/11/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116355659685100042</id><published>2006-11-15T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T10:09:56.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaarhh</title><content type='html'>ok.. here's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nilai gw keluar tanggal 29 nov. graduation 4 des. mepet. kalo gw gak lulus gimana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang dosen gak boleh ngeluarin nilai sebelum tanggal 29 nov. kan gw penasaran mampus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ternyata buat balik back for good tuh banyak yah urusannya. duit mulu deh keluar! bokek donk gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intinya: doain gw yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116355659685100042?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116355659685100042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116355659685100042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116355659685100042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116355659685100042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/11/aaarhh.html' title='aaarhh'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116299199852533661</id><published>2006-11-08T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:19:58.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All you need is love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All you need is love - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do that can't be done.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game&lt;br /&gt;It's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can make that can't be made.&lt;br /&gt;No one you can save that can't be saved.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time&lt;br /&gt;It's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, all you need is love,&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love, love is all you need.&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, all you need is love,&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love, love is all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can know that isn't known.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can see that isn't shown.&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, all you need is love,&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love, love is all you need.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love (all together now)&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love (everybody)&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, love, love is all you need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116299199852533661?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116299199852533661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116299199852533661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116299199852533661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116299199852533661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='All you need is love'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116297100041348092</id><published>2006-11-08T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:30:00.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monster..</title><content type='html'>"We don't have to be a monster to beat a monster." (Bono, 2006).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116297100041348092?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116297100041348092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116297100041348092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116297100041348092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116297100041348092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/11/monster.html' title='monster..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116287801325636829</id><published>2006-11-07T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T13:40:13.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kacau</title><content type='html'>eh eh.. kacau deh.. saya belum belajar!! ujian memang masih tanggal 10 dan 11.. tapi tetap saja materi yang harus saya baca ada banyak!! tidak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang pikiran saya malah melayang ke u2.. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya mo nonton konser u2 nanti malam.. hore.. hore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di jakarta gak ada konser u2 yah?? hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116287801325636829?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116287801325636829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116287801325636829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116287801325636829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116287801325636829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/11/kacau.html' title='kacau'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116277162328239336</id><published>2006-11-06T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T08:07:03.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ujian.. ujia..</title><content type='html'>selamat pagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya mau ujian nih siang ini.. doakan yah. deg2an euy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116277162328239336?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116277162328239336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116277162328239336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116277162328239336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116277162328239336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/11/ujian-ujia.html' title='ujian.. ujia..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116256180408949150</id><published>2006-11-03T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:50:04.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>putri - the update</title><content type='html'>kalau dipikir-pikir, siapa juga gw meng-update berita tentang diri sendiri. tapi berhubung gw lagi sampai di satu titik yang super duper mega ultra jenuh, ya udah lah ya.. sotoy sedikit, sok update berita tentang diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pertama: ini semester terakhir saya di UQ loh. penting? penting sekali. karena tanggal 18 Desember nanti saya insyaAllah akan back for good ke Jakarta. doakan yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kedua: saya sudah bilang kan kalau saya kehilangan emotional push? nah, sampai sekarang masih hilang. jadinya saya malas sekali belajar. gawat nih! padahal saya senin ada final exam. sekali lagi saya minta doanya yah! doa kalian ditambah usaha saya (walau pas2an) insyaAllah bisa membuahkan hasil. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketiga: kemarin lebaran, saya dan housemate mengadakan open house loh. rame!! tamu datang dan pergi. ada kali 60 - 70 orang. Alhamdulillah makanan habis, jadi kita tidak kebingungan menghabiskan makanan yang berlebih itu. senang? tentu saja senang. semua senang dan perut pun kenyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keempat: tahu tidak ada finalis Australian Idol yang keturunan Indonesia. Namanya Jessica Mauboy. Coba seandainya orang yang di Indo bisa ikut sms dia. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelima: mama papa saya mau datang! cihuy! semoga dapat visa dan tidak ada halangan. dan semoga saya bisa graduation semester ini. again and again, saya tidak lupa untuk meminta doanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keenam: saya punya segudang rencana menghabiskan hari2 terakhir di Brisbane. nonton konser U2, nonton sirkus, nonton opera, belanja, liburan ke frasier island. kya.. habis donk duit saya! tidak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketujuh: Brisbane mulai panas!! apalagi kamar saya! busyet, dah kayak oven. hahahahaha... mengurangi semangat belajar nih --&gt; berlebihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedelapan: Saya baru tahu kalau salah satu senior saya sekarang kuliah di Oxford. ambil psikologi (ntah itu S2 atau S3). salut!! pintar sekali dia. bukannya masuk Oxford susah yah?? (cita2 masuk Oxford atau Harvard, sayang gak kesampaian, yah setidaknya sudah mencicipi UQ lah. hahahaha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesembilan: i miss my second family!! i miss toscanis!! i miss our quality time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesepuluh: saya masih harus belajar!!! hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesebelas: dah ah.. gak tau lagi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116256180408949150?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116256180408949150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116256180408949150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116256180408949150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116256180408949150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/11/putri-update.html' title='putri - the update'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116244171195946217</id><published>2006-11-02T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:28:31.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shower the people - James Tylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can play the game and you can act out the part&lt;br /&gt;Though you know it wasnt written for you&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, how can you stand there with your broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed of playing the fool&lt;br /&gt;One thing can lead to another; it doesnt take any sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Oh, father and mother, sister and brother&lt;br /&gt;If it feels right, then dont think twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower the people you love with love&lt;br /&gt;Show them the way that you feel&lt;br /&gt;Everythings is gonna be alright if you only will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run but you cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;This is widely known&lt;br /&gt;And what you plan to do with your foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;When youre all by yourself alone&lt;br /&gt;Once you tell somebody how you really feel&lt;br /&gt;You feel it beginning to ease&lt;br /&gt;I think its true what they say about the squeaky wheel&lt;br /&gt;Always getting the grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better to shower the people you love with love&lt;br /&gt;Show them the way that you feel&lt;br /&gt;Things are gonna be just fine if you only will&lt;br /&gt;What i'd like to sat to you was&lt;br /&gt;Shower the people you love with love&lt;br /&gt;Show them the way that you feel&lt;br /&gt;Things are gonna be alright if you only will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everytime you cry - Human Nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Never before have I seen you look so blue&lt;br /&gt;I cant find a cure and nothing comforts you&lt;br /&gt;But the light at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt shine at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you cry&lt;br /&gt;Save up all your tears&lt;br /&gt;I will be your rainbow when it disappears&lt;br /&gt;Wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;til you smile again&lt;br /&gt;I will be the laughter in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Every time you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has a way of wounding what has healed&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I know just how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is dark and troubled&lt;br /&gt;Like a river running wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you cry&lt;br /&gt;Save up all your tears&lt;br /&gt;I will be your rainbow when it disappears&lt;br /&gt;Wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;til you smile again&lt;br /&gt;I will be the laughter in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Every time you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know thats what Im here for&lt;br /&gt;I will give you what you need, more&lt;br /&gt;There will be no hesitation&lt;br /&gt;I will reap no reward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you cry&lt;br /&gt;Save up all your tears&lt;br /&gt;I will be your rainbow when it disappears&lt;br /&gt;Wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;til you smile again&lt;br /&gt;I will be the laughter in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Every time you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116244171195946217?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116244171195946217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116244171195946217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116244171195946217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116244171195946217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/11/sing-songs.html' title='sing songs'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116161978468722628</id><published>2006-10-23T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:09:44.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>Hei hei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat merayakan hari kemenangan yah.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga amal ibadah kita di bulan puasa ini diterima di sisi-Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tidak lupa, mohon maaf lahir dan batin. Saya sudah memaafkan dosa kamu dan saya harap kamu memaafkan dosa saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;Putri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116161978468722628?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116161978468722628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116161978468722628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116161978468722628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116161978468722628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/10/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116143691125546203</id><published>2006-10-21T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:21:51.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional push</title><content type='html'>i lost my &lt;a href="http://smritacharita.blogspot.com/2006/10/finding-muse.html"&gt;emotional push&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you find it for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*proscrastinator mood on*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116143691125546203?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116143691125546203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116143691125546203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116143691125546203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116143691125546203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/10/emotional-push.html' title='emotional push'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116124959104152797</id><published>2006-10-19T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T17:19:51.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>you won't know what you lost untill it's gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-116124959104152797?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116124959104152797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116124959104152797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116124959104152797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116124959104152797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/10/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-116095989323359274</id><published>2006-10-16T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T08:51:33.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akhirnya - Gigi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Akhirnya - Gigi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku sadari akhirnya kerapuhan imanku&lt;br /&gt;telah membawa jiwa dan ragaku&lt;br /&gt;ke dalam dunia yg tak tentu arah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku sadari akhirnya Kau tiada duanya&lt;br /&gt;tempat memohon beraneka pinta&lt;br /&gt;tempat berlindung dari segala mara bahaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reff: oh Tuhan mohon ampun&lt;br /&gt;atas dosa dan dosa selama ini&lt;br /&gt;aku tak menjalankan perintahMu&lt;br /&gt;tak pedulikan namaMu&lt;br /&gt;tenggelam melupakan diriMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Tuhan mohon ampun&lt;br /&gt;atas dosa dan dosa sempatkanlah&lt;br /&gt;aku bertobat hidup di jalanmu&lt;br /&gt;tuk penuhi kewajibanku&lt;br /&gt;sebelum tutup usia kembali padaMu&lt;br /&gt;oh kembali padamu ohhh&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/6754941-116095989323359274?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/116095989323359274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=116095989323359274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116095989323359274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/116095989323359274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/10/akhirnya-gigi.html' title='Akhirnya - Gigi'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115901801936686293</id><published>2006-09-23T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:26:59.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>puasa.. puasa.. sebulan penuh puasa..</title><content type='html'>Hei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat menjalankan ibadah puasa yah (bagi yang menjalankannya)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga puasa kali ini menjadi berkah buat kita semua..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115901801936686293?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115901801936686293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115901801936686293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115901801936686293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115901801936686293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/09/puasa-puasa-sebulan-penuh-puasa.html' title='puasa.. puasa.. sebulan penuh puasa..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115830146613598648</id><published>2006-09-15T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T14:24:26.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saya cuma mau bilang</title><content type='html'>Untuk kamu-kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iyah, posting ini special untuk kamu-kamu..&lt;br /&gt;Iyah, kamu-kamu yang saya anggap sebagai my second family disini.&lt;br /&gt;Iyah, kamu-kamu yang biasanya berpergian dengan saya setiap hari minggu.&lt;br /&gt;Iyah, kamu-kamu tempat saya bercerita dan bergosip.&lt;br /&gt;Iyah, kamu-kamu yang bersama dengan saya mempunyai segudang kenangan indah disini.&lt;br /&gt;Iyah, kamu-kamu yang pastinya suka membaca blog saya (jadi malu saya).&lt;br /&gt;Iyah, kamu-kamu yang sekarang sedang saya kangenin karena kita jarang berkumpul bersama.&lt;br /&gt;Iyah, kamu si cempreng, kamu si kitel, kamu si lemot, kamu si slebor, dan kamu si anak kecil.&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya saya yakin kamu tau siapa kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya cuma mau bilang,&lt;br /&gt;Maaf.. Kalau saya suka galak.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf.. Kalau kamu suka menganggap saya tidak terbuka.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf.. Kalau kamu-kamu suka jadi takut sama saya, saya kan tidak akan memakan kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf.. Kalau kamu-kamu jadi harus sabar menghadapi saya dengan segala keanehan saya.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf.. Kalau kamu-kamu menganggap saya suka ikut campur urusan kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf.. Kalau saya suka lemot menangkap cerita dari kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf.. Kalau terkadang saya sangat berbeda pandangan dengan kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf.. Kalau mungkin terkadang saya tidak setuju dengan apa yang kamu lakukan.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf..&lt;br /&gt;Maaf..&lt;br /&gt;Maaf..&lt;br /&gt;Maaf.. Pokoknya sejuta maaf deh kalau saya ada salah sama kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau tidak, cerita-cerita dari kamu-kamu akhir ini membuat saya mau bilang..&lt;br /&gt;Saya mau bilang..&lt;br /&gt;Saya cuma mau bilang..&lt;br /&gt;Saya.. Saya cuma mau bilang kalau kamu bisa cerita ke saya tanpa takut sama saya.&lt;br /&gt;Saya.. Saya cuma mau bilang kalau saya selalu ada disini kapanpun kamu butuh saya.&lt;br /&gt;Saya.. Saya cuma mau bilang kalau saya mau kamu memutuskan apa yang terbaik untuk kamu, untuk kamu sendiri. Bukan untuk orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;Saya.. Saya cuma mau bilang kalau saya terkadang tidak suka melihat "orang lain" memperlakukanmu.&lt;br /&gt;Saya.. Saya cuma mau bilang kalau saya mau "orang lain" itu memperlakukan kamu sama seperti kamu memperlakukan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Saya.. Saya cuma mau bilang kalau tidak selamanya kamu harus berkorban, hidup itu harus take and give.&lt;br /&gt;Saya.. Saya cuma mau bilang apapun yang kamu lakukan saya selalu ada dibelakangmu.&lt;br /&gt;Saya.. Saya cuma mau bilang kalau kamu harus memikirkan diri kamu juga, jangan selalu memikirkan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;Saya.. Saya cuma mau bilang kalau saya ingin kamu punya sikap.&lt;br /&gt;Saya.. Saya cuma mau bilang kalau kamu itu sudah yang merupakan yang terbaik, dan kamu harusnya puas dengan itu semua.&lt;br /&gt;Saya.. Saya cuma mau bilang ....&lt;br /&gt;Saya.. Saya cuma mau bilang ....&lt;br /&gt;Saya.. Saya cuma mau bilang ....&lt;br /&gt;Saya.. Saya cuma mau bilang kalau saya mau kamu mendapatkan yang terbaik apapun itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan yang penting,&lt;br /&gt;Saya..&lt;br /&gt;Saya..&lt;br /&gt;Saya..&lt;br /&gt;Saya cuma mau bilang kalau saya sayang kamu semua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115830146613598648?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115830146613598648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115830146613598648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115830146613598648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115830146613598648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/09/saya-cuma-mau-bilang.html' title='saya cuma mau bilang'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115777844791540768</id><published>2006-09-09T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:07:27.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opportunity&lt;br /&gt;Pete Murray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes another lonely day&lt;br /&gt;Your savin time but your miles away&lt;br /&gt;Your fly was drownin in some bitter tea&lt;br /&gt;For seeing lost opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your mirror go and look inside&lt;br /&gt;And see the talent you always hide&lt;br /&gt;Don't go kidd yourself well not today&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction's not to far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on now your exits here&lt;br /&gt;It's waiting just for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't pause too long&lt;br /&gt;It's fading now&lt;br /&gt;It's ending all too soon you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your coffee's warm but your milk is sour&lt;br /&gt;Life is short but your here to flower&lt;br /&gt;Dream yourself along another day&lt;br /&gt;Never miss opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared of what you cannot see&lt;br /&gt;Your only fear is possibility&lt;br /&gt;Never wonder what the hell went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Your second chance may never come along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on now your exits here&lt;br /&gt;It's waiting just for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't pause too long&lt;br /&gt;It's fading now&lt;br /&gt;It's ending all too soon you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on now your exits here&lt;br /&gt;It's waiting just for you&lt;br /&gt;Don't pause too long&lt;br /&gt;It's fading now&lt;br /&gt;It's ending all too soon you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you'll see [x5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb: It's so me! This song describes my present conditions. Aaaaarrrhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115777844791540768?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115777844791540768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115777844791540768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115777844791540768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115777844791540768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/09/opportunity.html' title='opportunity'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115701585067557881</id><published>2006-08-31T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:17:30.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prime of life</title><content type='html'>Here's another questions.. Taken from PSYC 3152 (Applied Topics in Lifespan Development) Tutorial Notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best age for a person to be? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Kalau menurut saya yang notabene baru 21 tahun hidup di dunia, umur 25an kayaknya bakal the best age deh. Soalnya di umur segitu kita *harusnya sudah lulus kuliah, siap kerja, dan siap menghadapi babak baru. Ready for challange and ready to face the world plus having motivation to learn and experience everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the worst for a person to be? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Kok saya takut umur 60 keatas yah? Takutnya di umur segitu saya sudah merasa tua, tidak bisa ngapa2in, mulai penyakitan, tidak ada kerjaan, dan apakah saya akan merasa kesepian seperti nenek kakek saya? Entahlah. Tapi yang jelas saya takut pikun seperti kakek saya. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has beem the happiest age period in your life so far? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Kayaknya 4 tahun terakhir ini termasuk masa2 yang menyenangkan kok. Semenjak kuliah. Saya suka sekali masa kuliah ini, terutama kuliah disini. Merasakan kebebasan euy! Dan yang jelas merasa mulai mengatur hidup sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has age ever limited your activities or interfered with the satisfaction you were gaining from life? If so, please explain:&lt;br /&gt;Waduh. Selama ini sih tidak ada masalah. Mungkin karena saya masih umur 21. Mungkin yang lebih tua daripada saya lebih bisa memberikan jawaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What age period do you look forward to most in the future? Why?&lt;br /&gt;25!! Can't wait till reach that age. Kenapa? Karena di bayangan saya, di umur segitu saya sudah lulus kuliah (maunya sih sudah lulus S-2) dan siap mencari pengalaman kerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you dread any age period in the future? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Saya takut tua. Hahaha.. Umur 60an lah. Karena seperti alasan yang diatas. Menurut saya itu akan the worst age period. Tapi entahlah, siapa tau saya akan menikmati kehidupan di umur segitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What age has been the worst age period in your life so far? Why?&lt;br /&gt;17! Karena saya harus balik lagi ke Jakarta meninggalkan Bali yang indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115701585067557881?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115701585067557881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115701585067557881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115701585067557881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115701585067557881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/08/prime-of-life.html' title='prime of life'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115667991604555922</id><published>2006-08-27T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:58:36.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>usia dan karir</title><content type='html'>Satu hal yang paling saya kagumi dari orang-orang disini (Australia atau western people) adalah mereka tidak pernah menganggap usia sebagai suatu batasan. Saya suka kagum sama finalis Australian Idol yang sudah menikah dan mempunyai anak (included single parent) tapi tetap semangat mengejar mimpinya. Tidak memperdulikan usia dan status tapi tetap berusaha memberikan yang terbaik. Atau kagum sama teman2 sekelas saya, yang sudah berkeluarga, yang sudah mempunyai anak, tapi masih semangat mengejar ilmu (as undergraduate students loh) dan tetap memperhatikan keluarga. Atau kagum melihat orang2 yang suka travelling dan berkelana keliling walaupun usia sudah tidak lagi muda. They dedicate themself into their own life, their own decision, without thinking what others say. Saya kagum dengan keputusan mereka, dengan pilihat hidup mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di Jakarta, kayaknya  jarang sekali saya melihat hal tersebut. Mungkin belum ada finalis AFI, Indonesian Idol, atau KDI yang sudah berkeluarga. Bahkan mungkin kalau sudah berkeluarga dianggap sebagai hambatan (merasa diri lebih tua? entahlah). Lalu, jarang sekali saya melihat mahasiswa yang sudah mempunyai anak dan bersekolah bersama-sama di kelas reguler (bukan ekstensi yah). Padahal mempunyai teman yang lebih tua itu sangat menambah wawasan loh. Kemudian, saya jarang melihat orang travelling dan mendedikasikan hidupnya untuk travelling (hua.. impian saya sebenarnya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa bisa begitu yah? Di Jakarta, usia orang menikah rata2 25 tahun (kayaknya, walau sekarnag sudah mulai bergeser nampaknya). Sementara disini, menikah bukanlah prioritas utama (secara hidup disini bebas sekali). Kalau kata seorang teman, memang pada dasarnya culture kita berbeda. Di Indonesia, kalau sudah menikah hidup itu otomatis akan didedikasikan untuk keluarga, sementara kalau disini tidak. Akan ke keluarga juga, namun bukan berarti tidak bisa mengejar mimpinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau di Indonesia, begitu mempunyai anak rasanya akan malas sekali untuk sekolah lagi (kalau menurut beberapa orang yah). Sementara disini, saya terbengong-bengong melihat anak usia 3 bulan ditinggal ibunya di child care kampus sementara dia sendiri ikut kuliah. Hebat sekali. Saya salut sama dia. Tetep niat cari ilmu euy. Ooh iya, saya juga suka kagum kalau ada mahasiswa yang membawa bayi (umur 3 bulanan) ke kelas. Iyah, ke kelas. Si bayi otomatis ikut kuliah. Lucu sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sedikit melenceng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sekarang sedang volunteer di child care. Tau tidak apa yang dipikiran saya, kalau child care diadakan di kantor2 Jakarta, mungkin akan jarang sekali anak yang diasuh oleh baby sitter. Mungkin lebih baik di child care daripada diasuh oleh baby sitter. Iya gak sih??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115667991604555922?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115667991604555922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115667991604555922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115667991604555922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115667991604555922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/08/usia-dan-karir.html' title='usia dan karir'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115564931533587529</id><published>2006-08-15T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:41:55.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grief</title><content type='html'>But in the end, the most important thing to accept is that no matter how alone you feel, how painful it may be, with the help of those around you, you'll get through this too.&lt;br /&gt;(Scrubs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang teman mengatakan kalau "i'm so lausy in handling a crying person". I admit it, i don't like tears. And sometimes i don't know what to do when somebody (especially my best friends) cries. It's not like i'm a bad person, but i just don't want to make them feel worse, feel sadder than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin, buat saya kalau seseorang menangis, at least dia butuh seseorang untuk membuat dia merasa tenang, merasa aman. Kalau saya ikut nangis, lalu yang bisa menghibur dia siapa? Kalau saya ikut nangis, lalu yang bisa membuat dia merasa tenang siapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin, buat saya, pada saat griefing peran orang-orang di sekeliling kita itu berbeda.&lt;br /&gt;Ada teman yang bisa menangis bersama, supaya emosi bisa terkeluarkan secara maksimal.&lt;br /&gt;Ada teman yang bisa menangis dan berpelukan bersama, supaya membuat the crying person itu tahu kalau she is not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Ada teman yang bertugas memecahkan kebekuan, mencairkan suasana dengan joke yang nggak lucu, at least membuat kesedihan terlupakan walau untuk sementara.&lt;br /&gt;Ada teman yang bertugas hanya untuk memeluk, untuk menguatkan yang ditinggalkan.&lt;br /&gt;Dan mungkin ada peran lain? Entahlah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tahu, pada saat kita kehilangan seseorang itu, rasanya berat banget. Kosong. Rasanya seramai apapun keadaan sekitar kita, kita tetap merasa kesepian, feel alone. Makanya saya tidak mau orang lain merasa sendiri, saya mau mereka tetap tahu kalau saya ada di samping mereka. Dengan cara: tidak ikut menangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saya memang tidak bisa ikut menangis, tapi percaya deh.. Your pain is my pain, your loss is my loss.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin teman saya yang sedang bersedih itu merasa saya tidak ikut bersedih, tapi percaya deh deep down inside saya sedih. Bedanya, kalau dia menangis, saya berusaha untuk menahan tangis saya. Saya tidak mau mereka semakin sedih melihat saya ikut menangis. Kinda wierd huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, i am indeed lousy in handling a crying person, but i am definitely the person that you can count on. Whenever you need me, i'll be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115564931533587529?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115564931533587529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115564931533587529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115564931533587529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115564931533587529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/08/grief.html' title='grief'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115554690433706309</id><published>2006-08-14T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:15:04.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>congratulation kamarcewek..</title><content type='html'>psst.. novel &lt;a href="http://kamarcewek.com"&gt;kamarcewek&lt;/a&gt; dah di publish euy.. sayang gw baru bisa bacanya desember besok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudah bisa dibeli di gramedia.. congrats yah jeng &lt;a href="http://sepatumerah.net"&gt;okke&lt;/a&gt;, akhirnya salah satu impian lo tercapai juga.. ditunggu novel solonya loh.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw &lt;a href="http://sepatumerah.net"&gt;ke&lt;/a&gt;, mo ngirim novel kamarcewek ke brisbane gak?? hahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115554690433706309?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115554690433706309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115554690433706309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115554690433706309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115554690433706309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/08/congratulation-kamarcewek.html' title='congratulation kamarcewek..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115543421009748986</id><published>2006-08-13T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T13:19:23.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk</title><content type='html'>At the end of the day there are some things you just can’t help but talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Some things we just don’t want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;And some things we say because we can’t be silent any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Some things are more than what you say. They’re what you do.&lt;br /&gt;Some things you say because there’s no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;Some things you keep to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And not too often … but every now and then …&lt;br /&gt;… some things simply speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;(Grey's Anatomy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically it's about speak up your mind. Even though sometimes somehow you are too afraid to show it. You afraid to express it because you worried others will judge you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin hal yang paling kita takuti di dunia bukan hal yang menyeramkan, bukan setan yang ada tv, bukan penjahat yang ada di koran, atau bukan sesuatu yang memang physically membuat kita tidak bisa tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin yang paling kita takuti di dunia adalah bagaimana orang lain menilai diri kita. Ada orang yang bisa menerima kalau dia akan dinilai negative oleh orang lain, and don't give a damn about it. Tapi ada juga beberapa dari kita yang ingin dilihat sempurna oleh orang lain. Behave in every situation and act like every body want them to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gw percaya, sometimes somehow, ada kalanya orang akan menampilkan dirinya sendiri. Akan mengekspresikan pikirannya sendiri tanpa peduli dengan komentar orang lain. Masalahnya cuma satu: timing. When they will express it?? When they will show it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115543421009748986?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115543421009748986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115543421009748986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115543421009748986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115543421009748986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/08/talk.html' title='talk'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115528967936020081</id><published>2006-08-11T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:47:59.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day on earth</title><content type='html'>Here is the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was your last day on Earth, how would you wanna spend it? (Grey's Anatomy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. My answer would be.. I wanna spend it with my family. Stay at home with my family would be great to spend my last day on earth. That's it, that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115528967936020081?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115528967936020081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115528967936020081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115528967936020081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115528967936020081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-day-on-earth.html' title='last day on earth'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115518225441525697</id><published>2006-08-10T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T11:57:34.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>i am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to be a sick person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bete..  karena terlalu sakit, sampai membuat gw tidak ikut lecture dan tutorial. satu hal yang jarang terjadi, karena biasanya gw paksain datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaahhhhhhhh.. pengen cepet2 sembuh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115518225441525697?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115518225441525697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115518225441525697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115518225441525697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115518225441525697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/08/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115424464828794218</id><published>2006-07-30T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:35:51.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change.. it's not that bad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; everyday is passing quickly like a bullet train and time wil not impressed with your comments ; pictures will never replace having been there, words can never replace feelings, goodbyes will always hurts ; we're moving on and we cant slow down, these memories are playing like a film without sound ; these are the days we will remember, these are the times we've shared, these are the promises we've made, these are the days ; why dont we hit restart and pause it at our favourite parts? ; its never easy to understand, why memories hold our hands but people let go ; if i could i would do all of this again, travel back in time with you to where this all began ; as we go on we remember all the times we had together and as our lives change come whatever we will still be friends forever ; we cant stop the change anymore than we cant stop the suns from settings ; good things wont last forever, Nothing Gold Can Stay ! &lt;/span&gt;(sepupu saya, 2006 cited from her friendster profile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Look, nobody understands wanting things to say the same like I do. I was happy in New York! Okay, and I tried really hard to keep things from changing, but everyone else got married, and had kids, and moved on. They all changed. So, I’m giving change a shot, and it has been hard. But, okay, just hoping things stay the same, it doesn’t work."&lt;/span&gt; (Joey, episode 1; season 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Here's my theory: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;change is suck!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Separation is hell!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But somehow we don't have choices, we have to live with it. That's life! That's the reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is a process, process to be mature, to be more grown up than we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya aneka perubahan dalam hidup gw dimulai dari gw kelas 4 sd: gw harus pindah ke Banda Aceh untuk mengikuti papa yang dipindah kesana. Gw sebel. Untuk seorang anak kelas 4 sd yang lagi seneng banget punya sahabat, tiba-tiba harus pindah, meninggalkan comfort zone nya. Gw nggak punya pilihan kecuali ngikutin orang tua donk. Ya sudah, walau pun sedih gw ikut pindah. Sampai di Banda Aceh gw harus adaptasi lagi. Mencari teman baru, mempelajari budaya baru, dan bahkan mempelajari bahasa baru!! Tapi dibali semua itu, gw menyadari kalau pindah bukan hal yang jelek juga. Walaupun gw kehilangan teman, tapi gw juga mendapatkan teman baru. Lalu, 1 hal yang membuat gw merasa beruntung banget pindah ke Aceh adalah gw jadi sadar kalau sebenanya gw itu mampu dalam masalah akademis. Di Jakarta, gw bukan termasuk siswa yang pinter, termasuk biasa saja. Bahkan sesaat sebelum pindah gw peringkat 30 dari 40 siswa. Hahaha.. Feel like an idiot. But what the hell, peringkat bukan hal yang penting dalam keluarga gw, jadi gw tidak merasa terbebani dengan itu. Pada saat pindah ke Aceh, tiba2 gw menjadi peringkat 1. Hahaha.. Sangat tidak terbayangkan. Hikmah dibalik perpindahan itu adalah naiknya self-confidence gw!! Gw jadi tau kalau gw itu pinter! Hahaha.. Sebenarnya gw rada tidak betah di SD gw itu, terutama dalam masalah pergaulan, cuma ya gimana lagi. Masa mau pindah?? Kenapa gw tidak suka? Karena gw merasa apa yang mereka bicarakan tidak sama dengan yang gw bicarakan. Ya sorry dorry morry nih, temen2 SD gw rada sedikit kampungan. Gw kaget, dari yang temennya anak kota jadi temenan sama anak kampung. Tapi,g w tidak mau pasrah. Gw mencoba memahami mereka walau sedikit ngomel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuk SMP, gw masuk sekolah favorite. Enaknya SMP gw itu, gw bertemu dengan &lt;a href="http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-name.html"&gt;teman2 yang asyik&lt;/a&gt;. Membuat masa2 SMP gw benar2 tidak terlupakan. Sayangnya, pada saat saya ke Jakarta untuk urusan keluarga, Aceh dilanda kerusuhan. Membuat saya tidak bisa kembali kesana karena keadaan yang tidak aman. Gw shock. Hell, i was so miserable. Gw pindah tanpa pamit! Gw pindah tanpa bikin perpisahan sama sahabat2 gw! Gw pindah tanpa ada persiapan moral! Dan yang menyebalkan gw pindah tanggung!! Dalam arti, masa kelas 2 SMP gw belum selesai. Tinggal 2 minggu menjelang ujian kenaikan kelas. Kya.. Mau nangis!! Dan yang bikin gw tambah menderita adalah the fact that it was only me and my little sister. Berarti gw harus tanggung jawab soal dia. Nyokap harus balik ke Aceh untuk mengurusi kepindahan. Untuk naik kelas gw harus usaha gila2an, masih stress dan harus mempelajari pelajaran baru. Yah untung gw naik, walau pas2an. Di kelas 3, gw ketemu sama orang yang asyik banget. Dan mbak ini kadang suka baca blog gw (Nenek!! gw kangen banget sama lo nek!!!). Orang tua gw pindah ke Bali, dan karena tidak mungkin gw langsung pindah ke Bali, gw menghabiskan masa kelas 3 SMP gw di Jakarta. Ok. Gak masalah, yang bikin masalah adalah pada saat gw harus pindah rumah selama gw di Jakarta. Awalnya gw tidur di kamar sepupu gw (gw tinggal di rumah tante dan nenek gw), tapi trus karena dia tiba2 secara mendadak pengen punya kamar sendiri. Gw harus pindah ke kamar atas (di lantai dua maksudnya). Ya udah, gw nurut, walau pada saat gw ngadu ke nyokap, nyokap ikutan kesel. Lalu tidak lama gw dan adik gw merasa nyaman di kamar baru, kita harus pindah ke rumah oom gw karena nenek gw sakit. Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.. Pengen teriak. Udah jauh dari nyokap bokap, dioper sana-sini, berasa gak ada yang mau nerima tau gak! Untung oom dan tante gw itu baik banget!!! Gw bener2 dibuat betah di rumahnya. Gw juga jadi sayang banget sama mereka. Karena punya sahabat yang enak banget, gw sempet nggak mau pindah ke Bali. Gw mau SMA di Jakarta aja karena gw dah merasa cape untuk pindah2. Tapi ya mau gimana lagi, gw harus pindah ke Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMA kelas 1 gw habiskan di Bali. Awalnya gw merengut! Yang membuat gw senang cuma karena gw akan tinggal di tempat orang pergi liburan, which mean: Gw akan selalu berlibur!! Dan untungnya lagi-lagi gw mendapatkan SMA yang asyik, teman2 yang mengasyikkan. Dan membuat gw tidak mau pindah. Tapi kayaknya memang nasib gw gak boleh bersenang-senang kali yah, baru 1 tahun disana, bokap sudah harus pindah. Back to Jakarta. Aaaahhh.. Dalam pikiran gw waktu itu: "Duh, gak bisa liat orang senang yah??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa SMA selanjutnya gw balik ke Jakarta. Biasa saja. Kalau semua orang bilang masa SMA itu masa yang menyenangkan, itu tidak berlaku buat gw. Gw pengen cepet2 kuliah biar gw bisa menghabiskan waktu dengan tidak pindah. Bayangin aja gw selalu sekolah di dua tempat, di bayangan gw kan kuliah lo gak bisa pindah. Eh, ternyata gw salah! Gw masuk ke twinning program. Yang berarti gw harus sekolah di 2 tempat. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa kuliah sampe sekarang (tahun ke-4 jo!!! Wish me luck euy!) termasuk masa-masa yang menyenangkan buat gw. Ketemu angkatan 2003 yang top abis (hallo sayang2ku.. aku tau beberapa dari kamu membaca blog ini.. hahahaha). Perpindahan ke Brisbane juga bukan hal yang berat. Mungkin berat di awal, tapi lama-lama gw gak mau balik ah. Enakan di Brisbane daripada di Jakarta. Hihihihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lama2 gw pikir perubahan itu tidak ada salahnya kok. Memang menyebalkan, memang membuat bete, tapi kalau kita sendiri mau terbuka dengan hal yang baru tidak akan masalah kok. Eh, tapi jangan kira saya sudah terbiasa dengan perubahan yah. Tetap saja kok saya haru adaptasi di berbagai hal. Perubahan kan tidak terjadi setahun sekali, perubahan itu terjadi setip saat, setiap detik. Dan setiap detik itu juga saya harus belajar untuk menghadapi aneka perubahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our lives changed because they had to&lt;/span&gt;..." (Sisterhood of The Travelling Pants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the change my friends! Enjoy your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115424464828794218?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115424464828794218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115424464828794218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115424464828794218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115424464828794218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/07/change-its-not-that-bad.html' title='change.. it&apos;s not that bad..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115409940641297253</id><published>2006-07-28T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:10:34.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to you..</title><content type='html'>It would be easy to say...&lt;br /&gt;That the pants changed everything that summer.&lt;br /&gt;But looking back now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i feel like our lives changed because they had to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that the real magic of the pantswas in bearing witness to all of this.&lt;br /&gt;And in somehow holding us together... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it felt like nothing would ever be the same again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some things never would be&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But we knew now that no matter how far we traveled on our own separate paths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow we would always find...&lt;br /&gt;our way back to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hand with that, we could get through anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To us. Who we were, and who we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And who we'll be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the pants. And the sisterhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this moment, and the rest of our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Together and apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sisterhood of The Travelling Pants)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115409940641297253?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115409940641297253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115409940641297253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115409940641297253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115409940641297253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-you.html' title='to you..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115306046863373116</id><published>2006-07-16T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:34:28.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tidak seaman itu..</title><content type='html'>ternyata.. Brisbane tidak seaman itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teman saya memang ada yang menemukan kembali handphone atau dompet yang tertinggal. tapi ada juga yang tetap kemalingan atau hampir dimalingin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intinya, dimana pun kita berada harus tetap waspada deh. gila, kok gw jadi merinding gini yah. kalau nanti gw yang mengalami hal itu bagaimana?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115306046863373116?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115306046863373116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115306046863373116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115306046863373116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115306046863373116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/07/tidak-seaman-itu.html' title='tidak seaman itu..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115296683648784945</id><published>2006-07-15T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T20:33:56.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>menikmati indahnya dunia</title><content type='html'>..menikmati indahnya dunia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..indahnya kalau lagi  liburan..&lt;br /&gt;..indahnya kalau tidak ada tugas..&lt;br /&gt;..indahnya kalau tidak ada ujian..&lt;br /&gt;..indahnya kalau sedang bersama keluarga..&lt;br /&gt;..indahnya kalau sedang bersenang-senang..&lt;br /&gt;..indahnya kalau kita bisa pergi ke semua tempat..&lt;br /&gt;..indahnya kalau tidak ada beban pikiran..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi.. tidak indah ketika membayangkan pekerjaan double yang harus saya kerjakan semester depan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my list:&lt;br /&gt;1. menjalani penyiksaan kuliah semester terakhir. selamat datang: assessment, psychotheraphy, intergroup relationship, dan life-span development.&lt;br /&gt;2. mengerjakan aneka tugas.&lt;br /&gt;3. belajar dan menghadapi ujian.&lt;br /&gt;4. memulai skripsi. aaaaaarrrrrrhhhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sedih juga yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semester ini adalah semester terakhir saya di UQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidak rela, belum rela..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tidak rela dan belum rela meninggalkan Brisbane dan UQ. dan kebebasan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115296683648784945?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115296683648784945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115296683648784945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115296683648784945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115296683648784945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/07/menikmati-indahnya-dunia.html' title='menikmati indahnya dunia'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115206656542636353</id><published>2006-07-05T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T10:29:25.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italia.. My lovers..</title><content type='html'>Italia masuk final piala dunia euy. Siapa yang menyangka coba kalau Jerman sang tuan rumah bisa dikalahkan oleh Italia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italia kan jarang sekali dijagokan oleh orang, tapi saya mah dari dulu setia sama Italia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup Italia deh pokoknya. Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115206656542636353?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115206656542636353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115206656542636353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115206656542636353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115206656542636353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/07/italia-my-lovers.html' title='Italia.. My lovers..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115175590124540528</id><published>2006-07-01T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:11:41.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>i'm happy if you are happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy because i know you dreamt about this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy because i know you deserve it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy because you are happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115175590124540528?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115175590124540528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115175590124540528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115175590124540528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115175590124540528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115096240089760269</id><published>2006-06-22T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T15:46:40.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over, period.</title><content type='html'>it's over, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least for this semester. well, just wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115096240089760269?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115096240089760269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115096240089760269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115096240089760269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115096240089760269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-over-period.html' title='it&apos;s over, period.'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115054771642916013</id><published>2006-06-17T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:35:16.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take care bro..</title><content type='html'>My bro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't read this blog duh. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i just want to say good luck for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from everything that makes you under pressure. Away from all your misery. Away from Jakarta and takes a good step in your life. Moving to that place will be good for you. Start the new life and make us proud again like the old times. But remember, moving away is not solving your problems. You can not running from your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just promise to me, you won't trapped again in the same place. You will catch your dream and do not let those things destroy you, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck my dear bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet again, when you and i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you and i make them proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in Jakarta huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115054771642916013?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115054771642916013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115054771642916013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115054771642916013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115054771642916013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-care-bro.html' title='take care bro..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115054031223307750</id><published>2006-06-17T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:31:52.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ketika harapan berbeda dengan kenyataan..</title><content type='html'>Ketika harapan berbeda dengan kenyataan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sering tidak berada dalam posisi seperti ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya berharap saya bisa dalam ujian statistik tadi, kenyataannya saya tidak bisa.&lt;br /&gt;Saya berharap saya bisa mempertahankan GPA saya semester ini, tapi kenyataannya tidak mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;Seorang teman berharap mendapat nilai paling tinggi, tapi pada kenyataannya dia tidak bisa mencapai keinginnannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kita cenderung menghibur diri kita sendiri (dan orang lain) dengan mengatakan "Ya sudahlah, yang berlalu biarkanlah berlalu. Jangan dipikirkan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, bagi saya, semakin kita mendengar atau bahkan mengucapkan itu, hasilnya malah kita akan terus memikirkannya. Memikirkan angan yang tidak tersampaikan. Lalu pada akhirnya kita malah stress sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya juga begitu. Saya mencoba maju, saya mencoba untuk tidak memikirkan angan yang tidak tersampaikan itu, tapi kok saya pusing yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada tips untuk menghilangkan kepusingan dan kepanikan ini??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115054031223307750?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115054031223307750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115054031223307750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115054031223307750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115054031223307750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/06/ketika-harapan-berbeda-dengan.html' title='ketika harapan berbeda dengan kenyataan..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115053503551454079</id><published>2006-06-17T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T17:56:08.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dewasa..</title><content type='html'>Masalah ada untuk membuat kita belajar menjadi dewasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tidak bertemu dengan masalah, kita tidak akan mengerti susahnya dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Belajar menjadi orang dewasa itu susah yah. Apakah sekarang saya sudah cukup dewasa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buka hati, jaga hati.&lt;br /&gt;Buka mata, buka telinga.&lt;br /&gt;Buka pikiran, jaga pikiran.&lt;br /&gt;Belajar mendengar, belajar berbicara.&lt;br /&gt;Jaga mulut, jaga prilaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be it's time.. It's time for me to learn how to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115053503551454079?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115053503551454079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115053503551454079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115053503551454079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115053503551454079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/06/dewasa.html' title='dewasa..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115044849248262520</id><published>2006-06-16T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T17:01:32.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish me luck - part 3</title><content type='html'>wish me luck - part 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besok saya mau ujian Psychological Research Methods III.&lt;br /&gt;Susah! Hiks.. Takut euy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah belajar bersama teman-teman saja masih tidak mengerti. Bagaimana kalau belajar sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ntar kerja gak mau bagian research ah. Cape..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck yah.. Semoga besok soalnya tidak sesusah bayangan saya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115044849248262520?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115044849248262520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115044849248262520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115044849248262520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115044849248262520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/06/wish-me-luck-part-3.html' title='wish me luck - part 3'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115020834621892844</id><published>2006-06-13T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:19:06.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish me luck - part 2</title><content type='html'>Wish me luck - part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali ini saya sagat butuh doanya. Kalau psychopathology kemarin nilai tugas saya membantu, tapi untuk The Social Psychology of Human Communication kayaknya nilai tugas saya tidak membantu deh. Have to try really hard on the exam. I rely on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiks.. Susah..&lt;br /&gt;Hiks.. Gak ngerti..&lt;br /&gt;Hiks.. Kangen rumah..&lt;br /&gt;Hiks.. Kangen ibu dan papa..&lt;br /&gt;Hiks.. Takut mengecewakan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doain yah!! Semangat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115020834621892844?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115020834621892844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115020834621892844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115020834621892844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115020834621892844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/06/wish-me-luck-part-2.html' title='wish me luck - part 2'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-115010605530720807</id><published>2006-06-12T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T17:54:15.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust No 1</title><content type='html'>Trust No 1. Itu salah satu quote dari The X-Files yang saya suka. Menurut saya, kalimat itu bisa mempunyai 2 meaning yang berbeda kalau diinterpretasikan ke bahasa Indonesia (menurut saya yah, interpretasi saya sedikit ngasal pula. Hihihi..). Trust no one (jangan percaya siapa pun) atau Trust number one (kepercayaan itu paling penting). Anyway, saya bukan mau membahas The X-Files kok, saya hanya mau membicarakan masalah kepercayaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin ini, ketika saya chat dengan keluarga saya di Jakarta, saya dan adik saya, Ifa, membicarakan masalah kepercayaan. Dia bertanya: "Mbak, gimana sih supaya bisa dipercaya sama mama dan papa?" "Mbak, gimana caranya supaya mama papa bisa percaya sama Dewa (adik saya yang satu lagi)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Saya hanya bisa tertawa mendengar itu. Saya tahu kalau orang tua saya mengalami kesulitan untuk mempercayai kedua adik saya itu, tapi saya juga tahu alasan mereka, walau alasan mereka sedikit berlebihan buat saya, tapi saya mengerti lah, namanya juga kekhawatiran orang tua. Ifa, tidak diizinkan kuliah di luar, jangankan untuk kuliah di Australia seperti saya ini, kuliah di Bandung saja tidak boleh. Harus di Jakarta. Alasannya: Adik saya itu belum bisa menjaga diri dan gampang sekali terpengaruh oleh orang lain. Saya tahu adik saya itu memang demikian adanya, tapi saya juga yakin kalau dia bisa belajar dan berubah. At least dia harus kena "getah"nya dulu baru bisa berubah. Tapi entahlah, nampaknya orang tua saya belum bisa percaya dan adik saya itu juga belum bisa meyakinkan orang tua saya kalau dia itu sudah besar. Ifa juga susah sekali berbicara kepada orang tua saya, saya menjadi mediator mereka. Saya yang mengutarakan apa yang Ifa mau kepada orang tua saya. Nah, gimana orang tua saya mau percaya kalau si Ifa jarang sekali mengatakan sesuatu kepada mereka. Lucunya, ibu saya sering tahu kalau Ifa sedang ada masalah (kata ibu saya: "Kelihatan dari wajahnya!"), tapi Ifa as usual tidak mau menceritakan apa-apa. Ibu saya langsung menyuruh saya untuk bertanya kepada Ifa. Walau lewat SMS, Ifa langsung menceritakan apa yang terjadi kepada saya. Hahaha.. Saya langsung tertawa, dan akhirnya saya mencoba meyakinkan dia untuk berbicara pada ibu. Hasilnya: berhasil!! Hahaha.. Tetap melalui saya sebagai penengah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewa, si laki-laki bungsu dalam keluarga, lagi dalam masa puber. Lagi zamannya abg. Orang tua saya takut sekali kalau dia kenapa-kenapa dalam pergaulan, soalnya bapak saya zaman mudanya sangat bandel jadi beliau takut karma (hihihih..!!). Dewa itu keras kepala, susah sekali dibilangin. Biasanya dia hanya nurut sama saya (itu juga karena dia manja sekali sama saya), tapi semenjak saya kuliah di sini, dia semakin tidak bisa dibilangin. Tapi susah juga yah, kalau dia dilarang nanti semakin menjadi-jadi. Hahaha.. Saya bilang saja kepada orang tua saya, biarkan saja dia nanti juga cerita sendiri. Hehehe.. Dahulu, selain ke saya, dia juga dekat dengan papa saya. Tapi sekarang papa saya semakin sibuk dan sudah jarang menghabiskan waktu bersama dia lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau saya, hmm.. Saya juga bingung kenapa orang tua saya percaya sama saya. Dan hasilnya: saya tidak mau mengecewakan mereka. Sekalinya saya berbohong, waduh bisa terbawa mimpi!! I'm feeling guilty. Kenapa yah mereka percaya? Pernah ibu saya bilang, kalau saya itu orangnya punya pendirian, tidak gampang terpengaruh. Lalu saya itu bisa mandiri, tidak tergantung dengan orang lain, bagi saya, pergi sendiri itu tidak masalah (sementara buat adik saya itu menjadi masalah). Hahaha.. memang saya begitu yah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, kepercayaan itu penting yah. Dasar dari segalanya, apalagi dalam kehidupan sehari-hari, atau dalam masalah pertemanan, pacaran, sampai pernikahan. Rasa percaya itu dasarnya. Coba, mana mungkin kita curhat kalau tidak percaya sama teman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes times to develop trust. And we have to try it hard to gain trust from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kita belum bisa percaya sama seseorang, mana mungkin kita bisa membiarkan orang itu masuk ke dalam lingkungan kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk orang tua: Kalau mereka belum bisa percaya sama kita, mana mungkin mereka melepaskan kita pergi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-115010605530720807?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/115010605530720807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=115010605530720807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115010605530720807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/115010605530720807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/06/trust-no-1.html' title='Trust No 1'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-114992133901280049</id><published>2006-06-10T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:35:39.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one down</title><content type='html'>one down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye-bye psychopathology!!! i hope that i won't need to meet you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because enough is enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-114992133901280049?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/114992133901280049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=114992133901280049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114992133901280049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114992133901280049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-down.html' title='one down'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-114986329228739439</id><published>2006-06-09T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:28:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish me luck - part 1</title><content type='html'>besok saya akan ujian psychopathology. ituloh, tentang mental disorder, abnormal behavior, phobia, dan lain-lain.. ituloh, yang tugasnya bikin saya nangis dan mengadu ke banyak orang (dan Alhamdulillah dapet nilai lumayan)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doain yah.. bahannya banyak banget!! mau nangis rasanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh eh.. piala dunia dah mulai nih.. jagoan saya Italia.. jagoan kamu siapa?? saya ingin sekali menonton pertandingannya malam ini. tapi saya besok harus ujian, gila aja kalau saya nonton. tapi sayangnya ada orang yang rada gak sopan (hahahaha!!) dan membuat saya bete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pertanyaan: apakah kesopanan masih dibutuhkan jika kita tinggal di luar negeri? yang notabene tanpa orang tua dan bebas bisa ngapain aja.&lt;br /&gt;jawaban: IYA!!! sayangnya banyak orang yang gak sopan yang dan membuat saya males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pertanyaan: apakah saya kolot??&lt;br /&gt;jawaban: mungkin. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pertanyaan: is that a big deal?&lt;br /&gt;jawaban: yes it is. It disturpts me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. gotta sleep.. tomorrow is my big day part 1. facing the end of psychopathology. wish me luck guys!! seriously, i really need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-114986329228739439?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/114986329228739439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=114986329228739439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114986329228739439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114986329228739439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/06/wish-me-luck-part-1.html' title='wish me luck - part 1'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-114943532142359359</id><published>2006-06-04T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:35:21.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if he loves you enough..</title><content type='html'>if he loves you enough, he would not say anything to make you sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he loves you enough, he would wait for you, no matter how long is it until you are ready..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he loves you enough, he would let you do anything you want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he loves you enough, he would accept you in every conditions, even it is in your past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he loves you enough, he would not forbid you for doing anything you like, anything you want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he loves you enough, he would not act like a child, he would be your guide indeed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he loves you enough, he would let you go without ask you to return things back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he loves you enough, he would let you go because it is your choice, not others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he loves you enough, he would let you go and wait for you until you sure about your feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he loves you enough, he would let you go because you already got someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he loves you enough, he would respect your feelings, and your decission..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he loves you enough, he would say it loud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he loves you enough, he would not ask something that you can not give..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he loves you enough, he would ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-114943532142359359?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/114943532142359359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=114943532142359359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114943532142359359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114943532142359359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-he-loves-you-enough.html' title='if he loves you enough..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-114943463351868006</id><published>2006-06-04T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:23:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost over - part 1</title><content type='html'>the never ending assignments for this semester is almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next: the never ending exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rewards for those never ending uni-things: SYDNEY!! Can't wait to go there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-114943463351868006?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/114943463351868006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=114943463351868006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114943463351868006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114943463351868006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/06/almost-over-part-1.html' title='almost over - part 1'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-114898969506391241</id><published>2006-05-30T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:48:15.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malas..</title><content type='html'>malas euy ngerjain tugas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-114898969506391241?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/114898969506391241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=114898969506391241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114898969506391241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114898969506391241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/05/malas.html' title='malas..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-114857230894196781</id><published>2006-05-25T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:51:48.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday my dear housemate..</title><content type='html'>Kemarin adalah hari yang menyenangkan, the sweatest day for me, and for my friends, especially for my housemate (iyah, kamu pasti membaca blog saya, saya tahu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Util, housemate saya yang satu itu ulang tahun. Biasanya saya jarang menuliskan ulang tahun orang lain, tapi saya suka sekali dengan acara ulang tahun dia tahun ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, it was a surprise party! However, it was an unusual birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya dan "keluarga" saya mulai merencanakan acara ini sekitar minggu lalu. Dimulai dari pembicaraan masalah kado (awalnya tanggung jawab diserahkan kepada saya, tapi apa daya saya kalah bid di &lt;a href="http://ebay.com.au"&gt;ebay&lt;/a&gt;! Kalah 10 detik! Sebel...!!!), lalu kita mulai membicarakan acaranya. Tahun lalu, acara ulang tahun dia merupakan surprise party pertama di angkatan gw. Sukses? Sukseslah, kan saya yang mengkoordinir. Hahaha... Rasanya males kalau kita membuat acara yang sama. Makanya untuk tahun ini kita mencoba seusatu yang baru. Usul saya: Bagaimana kalau surprise partynya diadakan malah hari di hari ulang tahunnya. Jadi tengah malam kita hanya mengucapkan selamat seperti biasa. Dan untuk kali ini kita maunya yang benar-benar bisa dikenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasilnya: Keren!! It was so sweet. Saya saja sampai senang sendiri melihatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya dan Pating (Housemate saya satu lagi, hi sayang!), mengucapkan tengah malam, tidak ada indikasi bahwa akan mengadakan acara. Kami hanya menyediakan es krim plus strawberry sebagai kue dan korek sebagai pengganti lilin. Sangat tidak siap, dan memang tidak berniat untuk menyiapkan. Util hanya tertawa melihat kami. Kita mengobrol sebentar di kamarnya sebelum akhirnya kembali ke kegiatan masing-masing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keesokan harinya, saya dan pating harus ke kampus lebih cepat. Util di rumah. Sorenya, saya dan util menjadi panitia acara seminar kampus. Tugas saya memang menahan util di kampus lebih lama, sehingga teman-teman yang lain bisa bersiap di lapangan depan apartemen kami. Untung Util mau membantu saya, sempat bingung kalau dia tidak mau menemani saya. Akhirnya setelah memastikan semua yang disana sudah siap, saya dan Util berjalan pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tengah jalan, nyaris saja acara yang sudah disusun sedemikian rupa hancur berantakan gara-gara keceplosan seorang adik kelas saya. Untung saya bisa mengalihkan pembicaraan dan Util tidak cerita. Setelah dekat rumah, saya me-miss call teman saya sebagai tanda kalau mereka sudah bisa muncul di balik bukit lapangan. Mereka muncul dengan membawa spanduk bertulisan "Happy Birthday" dan wayang huruf sesuai nama Util, plus mereka masing-masing membawa kembang api. Wah, keren banget!! It was so sweet. Saya saja yang melihatnya bisa terpana. Karena memang benar-benar mengejutkan dan bikin terharu. Hahaha.. Util kaget (ya gak til?), she was very surprised. Lapangan itu letaknya diseberang jalan, jadi kami harus menyebrang sebelum bisa bergabung dengan mereka. Ketika masih bersebrangan, mereka menyanyikan lagu happy birthday untuk Util. Lucu deh! Sempat membuat beberapa pengemudi memelankan mobilnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah surprise partynya sampai situ saja? Tentu tidak. Surprise berikutnya adalah barbeque party. Saya tahu kalau Util ingin sekali mengadakan barbeque dengan anak-anak. Makanya kami mengadakan surprise barbeque di apartemen. Lagi-lagi dia terkejut! Dia sudah bertanya kepada saya, apakah rumah kita bersih atau tidak. Hahahaha.. Tampang kagetnya belum hilang, kejutan lainnya sudah menanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada saat Util berbaur dengan teman lain, saya dan "keluarga" saya lari ke unit lain yang kami jadikan markas. Kami menyediakan kue ulang tahun, dan kita ber-5 keluar rumah dengan membawa kue ulang tahun ini. Sambil bernyanyi tentunya, hanya saja suaranya sudah sedikit hilang. Hahahaha.. Kuenya enak loh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu acara pun berlangsung lancar dan ramai, sampai-sampai ditegur manager apartemen saya! Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy birthday Util. Wish you all the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-114857230894196781?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/114857230894196781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=114857230894196781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114857230894196781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114857230894196781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-my-dear-housemate.html' title='happy birthday my dear housemate..'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-114794491523581249</id><published>2006-05-18T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:35:15.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit happened!</title><content type='html'>My friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're right. Shit happened!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-114794491523581249?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/114794491523581249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=114794491523581249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114794491523581249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114794491523581249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/05/shit-happened.html' title='shit happened!'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-114732934566649995</id><published>2006-05-11T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:35:45.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>samaners, angklungers, Indonesianers...</title><content type='html'>Hari ini, secara tiba2 saya diajak untuk bermain angklung di sebuah sekolah di Indoroopilly, Brisbane. Saya sedikit kaget, karena saya sudah lama sekali tidak bermain angklung. Tapi, saya pikir karena para angklungers kebetulan sedang kekurangan orang dan acaranya hanya scala sekolah dan tidak besar, maka saya mengiyakan ajakan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tidak sempat latihan angklung, langsung manggung. Dan saya manggung di hadapan murid2 sekolah itu. Sekolah itu sendiri mempunyai banyak murid, dari SD sampai SMA kali yah. Tadi itu acara multi-cultural day. Banyak stand makanan dari aneka negara, dan banyak yang memakai pakaian kebangsaan negara2 lain. Seperti kimono, pakaian korea, dan bahkan batik (kebetulan anak Indonesia ada yang sekolah disana)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika manggung, banyak orang asing yang tertarik dengan penampilan kita. Dan setelah kita selesai manggung, kita disediakan sebuah ruangan untuk mengajar anak2 yang tertarik untuk bermain angklung. Awalnya sih kita kira tidak akan ada yang datang, tapi ternyata dari anak kecil sampai nenek2 banyak yang tertarik bermain angklung. Bahkan ada yang betah dan tidak mau keluar ruangan sampai berakhirnya jadwal kita. Antusiasme mereka besar sekali. Bagi mereka, alat musik angklung itu adalah sesuatu yang baru. Karena mereka antusias, kita sebagai angklungers (sebutan untuk anak2 uqisa yang main angklung) juga ikutan antusias, antusias mengajarkan walau perut kelaparan. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup angklungers deh pokoknya! Eh, hidup samaners juga deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, kalau samaners itu sebutan untuk anak2 pecinta saman. Tidak hanya penari, tapi juga offical nya, contohnya saya. Saya tidak menari saman, tapi saya selalu ada pada saat teman2 saya menari saman. Karena saya selalu ada dalam setiap penampilan saman housemate saya, dan bahkan terkadang pada saat latihan saya juga ada, saya sering dibilang sebagai komentator, menejer tidak resmi, dan offical saman. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin ini saman manggung di Southbank. Acara Budha Festival, acara skala besar karena orang2 Brisbane pada datang kesana. Latihannya sudah dari seminggu sebelumnya. Dan saya hobby sekali mengomentari latihan mereka. Pokoknya gerakannya diulang terus sampai saya bilang bagus. Sedikit tidak enak, tapi itu kan permintaan mereka. Bahkan saya sudah hafal kesalahan mereka dimana, gerakan individual dan kekuarangan mereka. Dan saya juga tahu kapan gerakan mereka bagus. Makanya pada saat gladiresik sebelum tampil, saya langsung memberikan aba2 dimana posisi yang bagus untuk mereka. Dan hasilnya: lumayanlah! Overall bagus kok. Mereka banyak didatangi orang2 setelah selesai manggung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya, satu lagi tugas saya yang khas sebagai samaners. Mengambil video mereka! Penting itu. Supaya mereka bisa tahu kesalahan mereka dimana. Evaluasi kecil2an lah. Dan tidak lupa, saya bertugas untuk memegang hp dan dompet mereka. Waduh kalau itu hilang, bisa mati saya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, saya senang sekali kalau ada acara mangung2 seperti itu. Rasanya bangga sekali menjadi orang Indonesia. Padahal kalau saya di Jakarta, belum tentu saya mau ikut acara seperti ini. Mana mau saya main angklung atau nonton saman. Ternyata, tinggal di luar negeri membuat rasa nasionalisme kita bertambah yah. Bangga loh karena kita punya budaya yang beraneka ragam. Hehehe.. Trus ya, lucu deh.. Pada saat setelah manggung saman, banyak orang2 yang tidak berwajah Indonesia, tiba2 menghampiri kita. "Orang Indonesia yah? Saya juga dari Jakarta kok." Dan mereka bangga sekali menonton saman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Masa sih untuk meningkatkan rasa nasionalisme perlu ke luar negeri dulu?? Hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6754941-114732934566649995?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/114732934566649995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=114732934566649995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114732934566649995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114732934566649995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/05/samaners-angklungers-indonesianers.html' title='samaners, angklungers, Indonesianers...'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6754941.post-114717807285861504</id><published>2006-05-09T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:34:32.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>control yourself</title><content type='html'>My friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i remind you that we need to control ourself? Nobody can control yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let somebody take control on you. Or have control on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be you. And let everybody see you as you are, not for what you wear, not for you body appearance, not for what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they don't like you for what you are, just leave them. I'll be here. I like you the way you are. And i adore you the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gara2 &lt;a href="http://sepatumerah.net"&gt;jeng ini&lt;/a&gt; dan &lt;a href="http://smritacharita.blogspot.com"&gt;mbak yu&lt;/a&gt; ini, saya jadi suka lagu Anggun - In your mind. Lagu untuk para cewek yah jengs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In your mind - Anggun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to believe&lt;br /&gt;And i don't want to live&lt;br /&gt;By the excuses&lt;br /&gt;Of your weakness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`cause a woman should do&lt;br /&gt;What she wants to do&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason&lt;br /&gt;For your shallow aggravation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong with this dress I wear&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong with this smile I dare&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong with my long back hair&lt;br /&gt;I'ts all in your mind, in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong with this legs you see&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong with this lean body&lt;br /&gt;And nothing wrong with the woman in me&lt;br /&gt;Its' all in your mind, in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be sure&lt;br /&gt;Don't want anymore&lt;br /&gt;You're calling out names&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just open your mind&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you'll find&lt;br /&gt;That there's no reason&lt;br /&gt;For your shallow aggravation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time&lt;br /&gt;To change your mind&lt;br /&gt;There's still a chance&lt;br /&gt;To change your mind&lt;br /&gt;It's plain to see&lt;br /&gt;From anywhere that the only thing wrong&lt;br /&gt;Is your irritating mind&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/6754941-114717807285861504?l=itsjustputri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/feeds/114717807285861504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6754941&amp;postID=114717807285861504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114717807285861504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6754941/posts/default/114717807285861504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustputri.blogspot.com/2006/05/control-yourself.html' title='control yourself'/><author><name>Putri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04150409288878769157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7dZCSIFK8Mo/TR6J51jsGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/UAflP9pORjs/S220/CIMG0243.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
