<?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-20037684085736910</id><updated>2011-11-06T05:54:52.340+07:00</updated><category term='sunshine'/><category term='bric-a-brac'/><category term='menjadi bunda'/><category term='my lens'/><category term='sekawan'/><category term='nuptiae'/><category term='tano niha'/><category term='poema'/><category term='school'/><category term='timor'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='graphē'/><category term='traveler&apos;s tale'/><title type='text'>Letters for Luv</title><subtitle type='html'>...the mate of my restless soul...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-39390870622935256</id><published>2011-07-18T15:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T15:49:44.100+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveler&apos;s tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my lens'/><title type='text'>an egg sandwich on a back seat of a taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W1yHaYKquuU/TiPpZ9AJetI/AAAAAAAAAHo/unbjXcwEnBM/s1600/egg+sandwich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W1yHaYKquuU/TiPpZ9AJetI/AAAAAAAAAHo/unbjXcwEnBM/s320/egg+sandwich.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;my homemade egg sandwich breakfast this morning. yummy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As I am writing this, I remember my breakfast this morning, it was an homemade egg sandwich. Yummy. And my stomach started to growl again, ha!&amp;nbsp;I enjoy writing as much as I enjoy food and travelling. In many ways it's interesting, though sometimes tiring, boring and feel like I had enough. Perhaps that the reason why I haven't written much lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Speaking of travel, I traveled last week. Only a short trip to a place where modernity, logic and mature blend, and I was wondering of post-modernity while going to that place. Not the shortest trip, neither a comprehensive travel. The only comprehensive conversation happened on my way back to the airport. The 45 minutes talk on the back seat of a taxi brought my mind away to pages of post-modernity somewhere in the library's books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The driver, a&amp;nbsp;Chinese-Buddhist middle-aged man. He talked much about pluralism in his country and how he defined himself as a Chinese-Buddhist man in the world of modern-plural-advance minded small country.&amp;nbsp;As long as I could remember, he talked more than I did. It was good, though. Everything is neat, clean, rules are obeyed, people seem satisfy with all&amp;nbsp;circumstances, and things are on its each tracks and speed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The plurality mixed, mingle but not blend. They are who they are. No border, but race and ethnic define. Life is on harmony.&amp;nbsp;It's sandwich.&amp;nbsp;But hey, it seems like a dry and crisp life, Red's Dad said. Flat, I said.&amp;nbsp;Well, everything on its price. Nothing is free.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Does it what people wanna have in the citizenship life and our relation to our state? Rules and regulations are obeyed, low criminality, neat and orderly living, high income, good job, good housing and clothing... what's missing from the list? What are we thinking when quality of life comes across our mind? What will we put as criteria and priority?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The conversation ended as he gave me the bill. The words are echoing on my way back home: nothing is free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For now I'll say: a delicious healthy egg sandwich and a cup of hot green tea will complete my qualified Monday morning. A qualified Monday morning, of course, includes Red waking up late, ha!&amp;nbsp;And I must add here that I grilled the onion (not the usual), to gain its juice. Things need more work sometimes to return its best quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;...and let our minds open, evolve and produce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;bon appetit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;When I was just a little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I asked my mother, what will I be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Will I be pretty, will I be rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Here's what she said to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que Sera Sera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Whatever will be, will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The future's not ours to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que Sera Sera What will be will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When I was young,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I asked my sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;what lies ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Will we have rainbows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;day after day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Here's what my sweetheart said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que Sera Sera Whatever will be will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The future's not ours to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que Sera Sera What will be will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Now I have children of my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;They ask their mother what will I be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Will I be handsome will I be rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I tell them tenderly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que Sera Sera Whatever will be, will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The future's not ours to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que Sera SeraWhat will be will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-5341916052706212875?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-1660909552848743876</id><published>2011-01-31T20:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:47:19.628+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveler&apos;s tale'/><title type='text'>candi plaosan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Di suatu sore yang hangat, dalam perjalanan pulang dari kantor, timbul sebuah ide untuk menuliskan hal-hal menyenangkan yang kulihat dalam perjalanan menuju ke kantor dan menuju pulang ke rumah. Lumayanlah, karena perjalananku cukup panjang, sepertinya bakalan ada hal-hal menarik untuk diceritakan. Ahay, karena ini adalah sebuah nirwana kecil, ya karena nirwana dunia itu niscaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Yet, suatu pagi yang cerah, I saw a dead cat on road, sepertinya korban tabrak lari, mungkin tak lama sebelum aku lewat. Ada yang bilang itu pertanda buruk, semoga saja tidak. Since this will only discuss about&amp;nbsp;joyful&amp;nbsp;things, aku tidak akan mengulas mengenai kematian tragis si kucing belang itu, semoga ia beristirahat dengan tenang. Di pagi yang lain aku melihat kecelakaan lalu lintas, and sadly, ada korban yang meninggal. It was tragic. Again, tidak akan diulas juga di sini. Kemudian, masih di pagi yang sama, selepas Delanggu, kembali aku menyaksikan kecelakaan, sepertinya tidak ada korban, hanya kaca 2 buah truk yang hancur. Hmm... hal tragis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Eniwei, another morning has broken, another road must taken. Seperti biasa, aku kembali memulai perjalanan. It was a foggy dawn when I started my day. Tidak ada kucing mati atau kecelakaan lalu lintas. Karena suasana berkabut yang menyenangkan, aku sengaja lewat di depan Candi Plaosan, and you know what? Candi Plaosan menyembul di antara kabut, mengambang seakan tidak menyentuh tanah. Saking tertegunnya aku berhenti namun hanya sebentar, tak kuasa menahan aura mistis yang keluar. Sempat merinding sebentar, lalu kuputuskan segera melanjutkan perjalanan. Aah.. sayang, aku tak berani memotret keindahan magis itu. Sebuah niat terbersit, lain kali harus kuabadikan dalam sebuah foto, untuk kalian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Perjalanan dilanjutkan, kabut pelahan menghilang, entah karena matahari membakarnya atau modernitas kota menelannya. Yang pasti, sore harinya, kala aku berusaha menangkap bayangan Candi Plaosan lagi, hujan deras mencegahku, terpaksa aku mempercepat laju motorku kembali pulang. Mungkin di hari lain aku sempat merekam keindahan Candi Plaosan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;-onk-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-1660909552848743876?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1660909552848743876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2011/01/candi-plaosan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/1660909552848743876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/1660909552848743876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2011/01/candi-plaosan.html' title='candi plaosan'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-1879133188343114423</id><published>2011-01-31T20:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:43:47.695+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>red berry vs purple red</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Suatu malam di televisi ada film dalam negeri yang cukup menarik settingnya, sebuah rumah petak di pinggir rel kereta di Jakarta, yang anehnya interiornya didesain bak apartemen. cukup apik. Judul filmnya sedikit gak nyambung sama ceritanya, well, ceritanya sendiri juga rada membingungkan, makanya aku browsed di jaringan maya, ternyata review yang kubaca juga gak gtu bagus. disebutkan di salah satu blog film bahwa "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xxx&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;adalah film kedua dari 'film-film warna' yyy setelah &lt;i&gt;zzz&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;yang hanya menambah daftar film buruk Indonesia."&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eniwei, regardless its bad review, rambut si pemeran utama wanita inspired me. She dyed her hair red. Yes, it's red. Bukan maroon atau brown, tapi red. Iya, red seperti red berry. Dengan inspirasi tersebut, kemarin I decided to dye mine red, bukan red berry tapi purple red. I have not enough guts to have red berry hair haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-1879133188343114423?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1879133188343114423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2011/01/red-berry-vs-purple-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/1879133188343114423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/1879133188343114423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2011/01/red-berry-vs-purple-red.html' title='red berry vs purple red'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-4028810380509575913</id><published>2010-11-29T09:22:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:49:47.342+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>:: a pathetic transformation ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's Monday already, yet the weekend was not as good as I expected. The issue was simple, a used to be very nice person turns into a very annoying person. Why? Simply because of her heavy workload. How pathetic was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Knowing that, I am know really thanking the Lord for guiding me to make the right decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;P.S: the above-mentioned annoying person just called me, and she has turned nice again. Oh my!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;... and let our minds open, evolve and produce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-4028810380509575913?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4028810380509575913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/11/pathetic-transformation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4028810380509575913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4028810380509575913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/11/pathetic-transformation.html' title=':: a pathetic transformation ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-3839036935789304950</id><published>2010-09-07T14:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:32:05.569+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menjadi bunda'/><title type='text'>kembung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was a clear night. The air was fresh but pretty cold since the afternoon. We had fun since the day, Little Red was satisfy and happy, ketawa-ketiwi seakan kami adalah komedian paten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lalu datanglah kegelapan, dia mulai gelisah. Bukan, bukan karena gelapnya malam, karena lampu rumah menyala terang benderang dan boksnya pun memiliki penerangan tambahan sebagai penghangat seperti di penetasan telur -which is cenderung menyilaukan but he loves it so let it be lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jam 8 malam Little Red bangun, lalu menyusu seperti biasa. Setelah nyusu dia main-main. Selalu minta diajakin ngobrol atau menyanyi. Pernah Omi usul supaya dia diperdengarkan siaran radio, siaran berita tepatnya, biar nambah wawasan sekalian. To be noted: Omi mengusulkan ini dengan nada serius. Si radio tua yang udah naik ke gudang pun turun tahta ke lantai kamar Little Red, kembali dihidupkan. Meskipun setelah dicoba itu radio uzur berbunyi, Little Red memilih siaran musik ketimbang berita. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sampai jam 9 malam Little Red mulai bosan dengan 2 penyiar kesayangan, Ayah dan Bunda. Mulutnya yang semula tersenyum mulai merapat dan garis lengkungnya mengarah ke bawah. Oh oh Little Red mulai merengek. Semula rengekan biasa kusumbat dengan puting susu. tapi kali ini ditolak mentah-mentah. Dicoba lagi kujejalkan ke mulut mungilnya, dan dengan ajaib kembali ditolak. Oh no! Ini pertanda buruk. Ayah menggendongnya sambil meninabobokan, semakin semangat kami bernyanyi semakin Little Red memberontak. Rengekan meningkat intensitasnya menjadi tangisan dan tidak sampai 3 menit naik derajat lagi menjadi jeritan pilu menyayat hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ayah dan Bunda yang semula telah mendadak dangdut, rock, pop, blues, jazz dll demi menghibur hati ananda kini mendadak panik. Dengan kepercayaan diri yang tinggi dan rasa sotoy abis kuletakkan Little Red di kasur, kubuka semua bajunya dan kutepuk perutnya dengan jari, lalu terdengarlah: bung..bung... oh ah my little boy kembung. Keluarlah minyak sakti paduan antara &lt;i&gt;boreh&lt;/i&gt; dan minyak telon. Kami gosokkan ke perut dan punggung bawahnya sambil kami pegangi jemari mungilnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Satu menit, lima menit masih menjerit memilukan. Sepuluh menit kemudian mulailah keluar si angin jahat bernama kentut. Ampun baunya, seperti telur busuk. Bunyi panjang dari telur-telur busuk yang satu demi satu keluar itu ternyata membawa kebahagiaan bagi my Little Red. Jeritan pilu menyayat hati serta merta berhenti. Tidak sampai 5 detik si ugal-ugil kembali tersenyum. Olala... Setelah puas memproduksi angin beraroma telur busuk my Little Red kemudian ingat bahwa ia haus. Kali ini tidak menolak kususui. Aah leganya... Little Red pun tertidur karena lelah dan kenyang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Besoknya kala kami menjemur Little Red beberapa tetangga yang lewat bertanya, kenapa semalam menangis keras? Habis imunisasi ya? Susunya keluarnya sedikit ya? Kedinginan? Digigit semut atau nyamuk kali... dan berjuta pertanyaan lain yang serasa menjadikan kami tertuduh penganiaya bayi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... and let our minds open, evolve and produce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-3839036935789304950?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3839036935789304950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/09/kembung.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3839036935789304950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3839036935789304950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/09/kembung.html' title='kembung'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-7753955713166001743</id><published>2010-05-17T12:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:15:39.072+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>a girl name Niar and her Cucumbers, Limes and Bananas #2</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read my first post with the same title, now I can answer my own question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Twenty thousands rupiah can do so much for her and her family, how much is it for us? a cup of frappucino and a cup of lemon tea that we used to sip? a pack of your cigar? a bar of my dark chocolate? hmm..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty thousands rupiah at this moment, can do so much for me too. It is about 3 kilos rice or two take-away meals or two days self-cooked meals for my little family. It did so much for Niar, it even do much more for me and my little family now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It brings me lots of thought, twenty thousands rupiah two years ago and today has completely different values for me and my little family. It is true. Two years ago, it was a bar of my dark chocolate, but today? You know what, life is indeed a mystery. I never thought that twenty thousands rupiah can change my perception toward life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing last forever, though am still searching for eternal oblivion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-onk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-7753955713166001743?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7753955713166001743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/05/girl-name-niar-and-her-cucumbers-limes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7753955713166001743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7753955713166001743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/05/girl-name-niar-and-her-cucumbers-limes.html' title='a girl name Niar and her Cucumbers, Limes and Bananas #2'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-1903355792374545254</id><published>2010-05-11T11:09:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:23:37.345+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>am I lucky or simply deserve it? #2: antara sistem, pilihan, prioritas, kebahagiaan dan kepuasan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sebuah tulisan dari masa lalu menggelitikku pagi ini, di sela-sela jam kerja aku mencuri waktu sedikit untuk menulis ini. Aku membaca ulang tulisanku dengan judul yg sama, Am I Lucky or Simply Deserve it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At that time, I was lucky... very lucky to be there and I deserve(d) it. I did, I do. Now, those privilege --yang kuusahakan dan (sempat) berhasil kuwujudkan-- apakah harus kurelakan? Apakah aku sudah kehilangan my luck and my deservedness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ada sebuah 'sistem' --yang kurasa tidak bisa kusalahkan-- yang memisahkan antara manusia dengan luck &amp;amp; deservedness -nya. Ada juga yang namanya 'pilihan' yang kemudian berhubungan dengan yang namanya 'prioritas'. Lalu ada juga yang bernama 'kebahagiaan'. Keluarga beranak banyak itu kemudian bersepupu dengan yang bernama 'kepuasan'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kembali pada persoalan utama yang dibahas di judul ini, ketika bertanya kembali, lagi dan lagi: apa yang membuatku bahagia? ada banyak yang bisa kutuliskan, tapi ketika ditanyakan lagi: apa yang membuatku puas? hanya satu. Lalu apakah kepuasan harus mengalahkan kebahagiaan? atau sebaliknya? aku belum bisa menjawabnya. Karena sungguh itu dua hal yang berbeda, bukan saling menghalangi but simply they have very different path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mungkin jika aku masih memiliki my luck dan deservedness keduanya akan bertautan dan sejalan. Harapanku akan kulambungkan setinggi-tingginya. Mungkin nabastala yang luas menyimpan dua hal penting yang pernah kumiliki itu dan mau mengembalikannya padaku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...berharap pada nabastala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-1903355792374545254?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1903355792374545254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/05/am-i-lucky-or-simply-deserve-it-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/1903355792374545254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/1903355792374545254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/05/am-i-lucky-or-simply-deserve-it-2.html' title='am I lucky or simply deserve it? #2: antara sistem, pilihan, prioritas, kebahagiaan dan kepuasan'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-5066266918692467631</id><published>2010-05-06T15:16:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:00:52.887+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menjadi bunda'/><title type='text'>:: a privilege of being an expectant #4: shopping time ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak terasa udah masuk bulan ke-8. Selain badan udah terasa berat dan harus banyak istirahat, ini jg berarti: BELANJA! yayayay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baju-baju kecil, grita, popok, sarung tangan - sarung kaki... and all those little cute things aaaw... membuatku lupa akan kondisi fisikku. Setiap kali berhenti dan mengamati item tertentu, aku terpukau, this is it, I'm shopping for my child. Berbeda rasanya dengan ketika membeli barang atau kado untuk diri sendiri, atau bahkan untuk suami. Kali ini aku memilih barang untuk seseorang yang sedang ada dalam perutku. Kyaa...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course, for me all colors have no sex, jd asal bahannya bagus, harga terjangkau dan sesuai kebutuhan, no matter what color, I bought them. But when I came to ribbon-decorated little shoes, aku jd bertanya, warna gak masalah tapi pita? Hmm... kalau nanti anakku laki-laki maka anggap aja ini pelajaran pertama tentang being-gender-neutral hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eniwei... setelah sekitar sejam menelusuri lantai yg khusus untuk perlengkapan dan peralatan bayi, aku turun untuk mencari hal lain. Baru saja browsing, eh pandanganku gelap. Ternyata aku kecapekkan hehehw... mata berkunang-kunang tanda aku harus mengakhiri sesi belanja pertama ini. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Hmm... harus mengingat tentang keterbatasan energi lain kali. Alrite, that's all for now, I'll see you in the next (shopping) session :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-0nk- &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-5066266918692467631?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5066266918692467631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/05/privilege-of-being-expectant-shopping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5066266918692467631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5066266918692467631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/05/privilege-of-being-expectant-shopping.html' title=':: a privilege of being an expectant #4: shopping time ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-3072337170179626807</id><published>2010-03-30T12:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:03:51.991+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menjadi bunda'/><title type='text'>:: privilege of being an expectant #3 -- ... and the child moves *ouch...!* ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;... and the child moves *ouch...!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Red moves!" I cried a few weeks ago. It was an amazing experience :) Ayah and I were startled to see spasms on my womb. And to feel it moved.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Cute," he said. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Strange," I said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was a total happiness, to realize there is life inside of me, to feel it, to have it. Something I never thought before, something far from my imagination. None of my sense could explain such feeling, though I feel it. And by the day, the moves are stronger and more frequent. The more Red moves, the more Ayah and I realize how much we love Red.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As now, when I'm typing this, Red's moving in my womb.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...wish you were here with us, to feel Red.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;luv,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-onk-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-3072337170179626807?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3072337170179626807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/03/privilege-of-being-expectant-3-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3072337170179626807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3072337170179626807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/03/privilege-of-being-expectant-3-and.html' title=':: privilege of being an expectant #3 -- ... and the child moves *ouch...!* ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-3001989823344162986</id><published>2010-03-02T12:57:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:02:34.310+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menjadi bunda'/><title type='text'>:: Privilege of Being an Expectant #2 -- baby fat ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gak terasa udah mau masuk trimester ketiga, hmm... cepet banget ya, perasaan baru kemarin morning-till-you-drop sickness deh. Enggak terasa juga udah dua bulan wira-wiri Jogja-Solo, hehehe... berdesak bersama di kereta sejak matahari masih baru muncul sampai udah mau tenggelam. Enggak nyangka, aku bisa :) Kupikir dulu pas masa bedrest bakalan kayak gitu terus, ternyata malah sebaliknya. Semoga trimester berikutnya juga as good as this one, even better. Soalnya bulan-bulan ke depan udah mulai muter ke lapangan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, eniwei... tadi pagi pas berangkat di kereta aku baru menyadari sebuah perubahan lagi di badanku. Emang sih, banyak literatur yang bilang soal ini itu. Nah, tadi baru aku mengamati kalau jari-jariku menggemuk, banget. Tapi anehnya siang ini dia mengurus lagi, hmm... should I ask the doctor about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Selain bertambahnya baby fat (yang sebenarnya enggak seberapa di badanku) akibat nafsu makan gila-gilaan, juga mengakibatkan heartburn. Dan lagi panasnyaa... aduh mulai kepanasan lebih gampang ngerasa sumuk dan sumpek ketimbang si ayah yang biasanya gampang kepanasan. Jadi tidur pun mulai pindah, keluar dari kamar, boyongan alat tidur ke ruang tengah yang lega udaranya hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hmm... gotta split now, musti nyelesaikan beberapa hal sebelum berdesak lagi di kereta :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... oh how I love this kid from the moment I knew he/she's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-3001989823344162986?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3001989823344162986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/03/privilege-of-being-expectant-2-baby-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3001989823344162986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3001989823344162986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/03/privilege-of-being-expectant-2-baby-fat.html' title=':: Privilege of Being an Expectant #2 -- baby fat ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-3672932831126423278</id><published>2010-02-16T10:12:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:01:57.850+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menjadi bunda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuptiae'/><title type='text'>:: Privilege of Being an Expectant #1 ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/S3oQv9GUE5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/mu1sZ6QBX9A/s200/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438677916044235666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my 22nd or 23rd (?) week, and I kinda enjoy this moment. Well, I never thought that being pregnant can be this lovely -remembering my first trimester, duh! As some said, second trimester is the lightest term of pregnancy. Regardless the headache and nausea, I start to eat a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My body has changed, people now can see my big womb and chubby cheek. As they recognize me being pregnant, they start to give special attention. Oh you know what, it's quite fun actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see the banana above? Yup, a friend gave it to me this morning. I asked one or two pieces, I got a cluster instead :) Last week, I asked one or two pieces rambutan, and they gave me a kilo. Perhaps they think that I need lots of certain thing that I asked, when I actually wanted to taste a bit only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I wish my baby is fine inside me, I really... really happy for his/her presence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;banana cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-onk-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-3672932831126423278?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3672932831126423278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/02/privilege-of-being-expectant.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3672932831126423278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3672932831126423278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/02/privilege-of-being-expectant.html' title=':: Privilege of Being an Expectant #1 ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/S3oQv9GUE5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/mu1sZ6QBX9A/s72-c/DSC00354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-5365430373559170100</id><published>2010-01-07T10:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:10:47.364+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sekawan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>rudjak series: 10 years and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are a blast to the past, a present to the present, and a treasure to the future&lt;/i&gt;," quoted from Aree, salah seorang "wanita penghibur" yang menyadarkan betapa kaya diriku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was an after-rain-evening, neither cold nor warm. The food was plain yet the words were spoken well. At that moment I realized how rich I am, to have such friends. It was a total happiness. Kami bicara banyak, dari pentingnya nampang di sebuah sudut unik kota New York sampai ke "what is happiness?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Percakapan kemudian mengalir ke sebuah topik, di antara tawa dan intermezzo sederhana. Tentang seorang yang narsis, tentang seorang yang "sakit", tentang seorang yg building allies utk menyerang orang lain, tentang seorang teman. Was it a friend, anyway? It depends on how you define "friend".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ternyata ada juga orang yang sangat merasa perlu utk menyatakan eksistensinya, tentu saja menurutku karena ia tidak pernah memperoleh pengakuan. Oh well, pengakuan mungkin banyak, tapi yang memenuhi kepuasannya? Uhm... For me it just another form of addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sedangkan untuk menjawab "what is happiness?", aku merasa tidak berhak. Pertama karena to define happiness is a personal privilege. Second, how can I tell about happiness when I can't give the proof in an absolute statement or material? So it's totally your call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The next thing was "what is success?" A friend believe that it is a matter of having a lot of money and having a happy family. Another friend said that it was a matter of having a very rich husband and a lot of money. The other said that it was a matter of what you achieve in your own standard. Well, again, it's your call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dan selain itu aku lupa, mungkin karena terbasuh derai tawa yang membuat perutku kram semalaman, mungkin karena aku terlalu berusaha mengingatnya, mungkin karena janin di perutku membuatku lupa akan hampir semua hal lainnya, ah entahlah. Jadi biarkan pembicaraan kaya itu menari saja dulu di sel-sel otakku sebelum kumuntahkan kembali di sini untukmu. Ya, untukmu dan masih akan untukmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-5365430373559170100?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5365430373559170100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/01/rudjak-series-10-years-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5365430373559170100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5365430373559170100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2010/01/rudjak-series-10-years-and-counting.html' title='rudjak series: 10 years and counting'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-7607469969951591209</id><published>2009-10-19T13:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:49:20.208+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>Gladiator</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"What we do, echoing eternity", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;quoted from Maximus - Gladiator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Isn’t it lovely? An exclamation in the anteroom of death. Such exclamation, instead of brought them to die, brought them to live a victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Gladiator last night. It was ... more than great, no... not merely the film production but more on the Maximus’ life, passion and loyalty to Rome. He finally died because of his Rome and more than died --for death’ll bring him to ones he fight for-- his son and wife were killed for no reason by Rome. Ironic. But, he did... echoing eternity for what he’s done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I come to a thinking. Will my deed echoing eternity? or it will just become shadow and dust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 14px;"&gt;luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 14px;"&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-7607469969951591209?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7607469969951591209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/10/gladiator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7607469969951591209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7607469969951591209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/10/gladiator.html' title='Gladiator'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-1367520649884577678</id><published>2009-03-30T17:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:49:21.454+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>a Turkish proverb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Turkish proverb said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Coffee should be black as hell,&lt;div&gt;strong as death and sweet as love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onk-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-1367520649884577678?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1367520649884577678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/03/turkish-proverb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/1367520649884577678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/1367520649884577678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/03/turkish-proverb.html' title='a Turkish proverb'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-116104717420575127</id><published>2009-03-30T17:25:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:47:39.903+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>story 1: perkenalan</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku punya cerita, hanya sebuah cerita pendek yang menyenangkan. I hope you enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Sebuah bel berdenting nyaring ketika kita berkenalan, aku teringat akan suara kerincing kunci biara bertahun silam ketika nafas masih murni oleh embun pagi. Matanya berkilat ketika aku menyampaikan tanya lewat tatapan, oh okay that was the answer then, I got it. Kami sering berbicara tapi bukan lewat kata-kata yang jujur, hanya tatapan yang menusuk dan senyum yang menyayat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Dimana dia yang lain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Entah, jawabnya sambil lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Aku tersenyum dan menyilakanmu duduk. Mungkin kita akan lebih sering bertemu selama jalannya masih bersilangan dengan jalanmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-onk-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-116104717420575127?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/116104717420575127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-1-perkenalan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/116104717420575127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/116104717420575127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-1-perkenalan.html' title='story 1: perkenalan'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-8087282532204837865</id><published>2009-03-25T17:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:54:31.586+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>simple bitter things</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there are things that meant to make us feel bitterness of life, the big stuffs like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broken heart. For those ever had this in life will agree, undoubtly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost the loved ones. Absolutely, no comment to this&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;to simple things, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting bad examination result&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got fired, whatever reasons will be hard to deal with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;losing thing(s) that we wanted badly (ooowh...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sickness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cold coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, what can you add?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-8087282532204837865?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8087282532204837865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-bitter-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8087282532204837865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8087282532204837865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-bitter-things.html' title='simple bitter things'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-1358573263179048596</id><published>2009-03-17T14:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:19:08.562+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>old issue: do I need to grow up?</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since we talked. We do have conversation all the time, but "talk"?&lt;br /&gt;It's about the time to review my intention to stay "never-grow-up". I mean, do I really... really need to grow up? Isn't life beautiful already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation traveled from a corner in my parents' house back home to a room in a crowded flat in a country's capital. Same topic different persons, different places, different times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you don't! it will just add to your responsibility and age.. nothing more ahaha!," said her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I can live with that answer, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-1358573263179048596?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1358573263179048596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-issue-do-i-need-to-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/1358573263179048596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/1358573263179048596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-issue-do-i-need-to-grow-up.html' title='old issue: do I need to grow up?'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-7589507855130293205</id><published>2009-03-10T14:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:37:08.460+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>disturbing behavior @ the library</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SbYYmcgBASI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6tSVMOIgCFw/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SbYYmcgBASI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6tSVMOIgCFw/s200/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311459859294650658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu tau salah satu hal that I hate most? Yup, disturbance to peace at the library.&lt;br /&gt;Saat sedang (berusaha) untuk konsentrasi pada Juliet Mitchell's Woman's Estate di perpus pasca, yang mana memang tempatnya seorang yang berusaha berpikir dan membuat makalah seperti saya akan ditemukan --and am not the only one here looking for peace and focus, datanglah serombongan manusia membuat keributan dengan alibi mencari referensi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang mereka lakukan sederhana:&lt;br /&gt;1. mengobrol with high tone and berbarengan diiringi cekikikan dan tawa riang, instead of satu-satu and bisik-bisik. And trust me, isi obrolannya tentang acara nonton salah satu anggota gerombolan yg ditimpali yg lain dengan semangat perjuangan.&lt;br /&gt;2. menerima telepon, preceded by suara ringtone yg menggema ke seluruh ruang baca. And it was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jedhug-jedhug &lt;/span&gt;kinda ringtone so you know what I mean by menggema here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and here I am, still trying to get my focus back to my paper. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-7589507855130293205?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7589507855130293205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/03/disturbing-behavior-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7589507855130293205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7589507855130293205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/03/disturbing-behavior-library.html' title='disturbing behavior @ the library'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SbYYmcgBASI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6tSVMOIgCFw/s72-c/DSC00307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-3909593333023197</id><published>2009-02-25T12:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:45:38.437+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>Nona manis siapa yang punya?</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nona manis siapa yang punya? Nona Manis siapa yang punya? Yang punya ibu saya...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that’s new. Begitu pikirku ketika mendengar lagu itu dimainkan oleh tukang odong-odong yang lewat. Lagu anak-anak mengalami perubahan rupanya. Sepuluh atau lima belas tahun yang lalu lagu itu masih berlirik: “Nona manis siapa yang punya? Nona manis siapa yang punya? Yang punya kita semua...” hmm... kenapa berubah ya? mungkin karena terpengaruh yang sedang kupelajari aku jadi tergelitik untuk membahas ini :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pikiran pertama, karena nona manis bukan lagi milik semua orang, kalau milik semua bisa dilecehkan sembarangan dunk. Kalau ibu yang punya kan gak akan kenapa-kenapa, lha kan ibunya sendiri. Hukum positivistik berlaku di sini, mana ada sih induk macan yang bakal makan anaknya sendiri. Pertanyaannya: percayakah anda pada hukum positivistik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua, lagi-lagi masih pikiran bodohku, karena masih nona jadi punya ibunya (bukan punya bapaknya ya?) tapi kalo besok udah menikah ya jadi punya suaminya kali ya? kan bukan nona lagi tapi “nyonya manis siapa yang punya? nyonya manis siapa yang punya? yang punya suami saya...”. Pertanyaannya: kapan dunk dia memiliki dirinya sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketiga, kesimpulanku selain kasihan banget si nona yang someday jadi nyonya itu adalah, ada sebuah sistem yang secara otomatis menampung setiap manusia dengan label perempuan sejak sel telur dan sperma bertemu. Sistem harapan, sistem bahasa, sistem warna, sistem gaya, sistem perilaku, sistem... semuanya! Dan sungguh gila kalau kita mau membuat daftarnya, bisa-bisa tembok Cina kalah panjang deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, ada baiknya kita nanya ke tukang odong-odong kali ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-3909593333023197?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3909593333023197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/02/nona-manis-siapa-yang-punya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3909593333023197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3909593333023197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/02/nona-manis-siapa-yang-punya.html' title='Nona manis siapa yang punya?'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-2785818642229970108</id><published>2009-02-14T15:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:24:00.124+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>a story to wrap up, just a thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A story would be nice to wrap things happened and will happen along our journey, isn't? A story that neither of us could tell which one is real and which one is dream. Well, dream and reality sometimes are only a word away, right? A story that will tell us what happen next and if we are lucky, we might get the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been damn long time since I wanted to write a story about this life, about you, about me, about him, about her, about them, about this world and anything that comes with it, and with us, and with them, and with his, and with hers. But, I haven't got the gig, you know. Perhaps someday or today, and I'll let you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, let me know yours. So let our minds open, evolve and produce...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-onk-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-2785818642229970108?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2785818642229970108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-to-wrap-up-just-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/2785818642229970108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/2785818642229970108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-to-wrap-up-just-thought.html' title='a story to wrap up, just a thought'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-7765278886162686333</id><published>2008-12-05T15:16:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:34:58.118+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuptiae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>marriage life: it takes two</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream out loud to the world: I AM MARRIED :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my life has pretty much changed, directly or indirectly, either wanted or not. Don't take it falsly, am happy... very happy. Changes that happened in my life is a positive thing, even the best thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes two to make everything run well. And as many other newly weds, we are so excited to start our marriage life. Wish us joy and strength, for I have to be one of the Sicilian women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn wish you were there to witness the most important step in my life, to see me walk with my beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-7765278886162686333?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7765278886162686333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/12/marriage-life-it-takes-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7765278886162686333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7765278886162686333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/12/marriage-life-it-takes-two.html' title='marriage life: it takes two'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-3865749284060346649</id><published>2008-10-14T20:26:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:35:01.017+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>a game... a life game --inspired by Puzo's The Godfather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Apa kabar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kamu tahu tidak rasanya berpijak pada sebuah jaring laba-laba? Aku tahu. Apa kamu juga tahu rasanya bermain hide and seek dalam sebuah labirin besar yang asik tapi tidak tahu jalan keluar setelah kamu merasa sangat lelah? Aku juga tahu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Bagaimana rasanya terlibat dalam sebuah permainan menyenangkan, tapi lama-lama menyesatkan hingga pemainnya lemah lalu mati lemas? I don't wanna know, I just wanna quit the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oh ini bukan apa-apa, aku cuma sedang menonton adaptasi novel The Godfather karya Mario Puzo dan ingin menulis ini. Tapi kamu tahu kan apa yang kumaksud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-3865749284060346649?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3865749284060346649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/10/game-life-game-inspired-by-puzos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3865749284060346649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3865749284060346649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/10/game-life-game-inspired-by-puzos.html' title='a game... a life game --inspired by Puzo&apos;s The Godfather'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-4546776209288111500</id><published>2008-09-19T16:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:51:13.402+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>:: ontologi absurd di suatu sore ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...get a star and kill her... (zeke and the popo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku sedang ingin menulis, entah kenapa. Aku hanya ingin duduk dan menulis walaupun aku tidak tahu apa yang akan kutulis. Mungkin karena sedang menstrusasi aku cenderung memiliki keinginan yang aneh --berkeinginan keras menulis tanpa tahu apa yang akan ditulis menurutku adalah aneh, padahal ada tumpangan gratis and nyaman ke sistem berjarak 25 kilometer dari sini instead of nunggu 76.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pertanyaan yang menarik dalam bahasan kuliah filsafat hari ini menggelitikku, sebagaimana dulu sering mengusik dan menjadi bahan yang menarik di sela-sela obrolan bodoh di lorong kampus beratus atau mungkin beribu kilometer dari sini: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Apakah Tuhan ada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku tidak bermaksud menjadi murtad dengan membahas eksistensiNya. Hanya sebuah pertanyaan yang "membutuhkan" perenungan, perdebatan hingga peperangan dan pemusnahan ras untuk menelisik jawabannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah, secara agama Tuhan itu ada, lalu bagaimana membuktikannya? Dan kemudian apakah perlu dibuktikan? Seperti batu yang akhirnya menjadi bintang, mengingkari bahwa mataharilah yang membuatnya bersinar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekuatan sugesti yang besar di mana manusia yang lemah mencari kesempurnaan dan sandaran, mungkin sebuah jawaban yang tidak religius sama sekali. Tetapi, relasi personal dan pengalaman pribadi yang sulit diungkapkan melalui kata-kata adalah jawaban dari pertanyaan sederhana itu. Bagiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku percaya Tuhan itu ada, meskipun aku dapat memanggilNya, merasakanNya, berbincang denganNya dan mencintaiNya tidak selalu menggunakan kata Tuhan atau pernik rupa tata cara ibadah atau apapun yang dituliskan dalam kitab suci. Jangan pernah bertanya: Siapa Tuhanmu? karena Tuhanku adalah Tuhanmu yang tidak dapat didefinisikan dengan kata-kata dan tak tertangkap dengan logika. Aku rasa demikian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... dalam sebuah sistem yang absurd aku meraba dan mencari jalan keluar... atau mungkin aku sudah di luar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&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/20037684085736910-4546776209288111500?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4546776209288111500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/ontologi-absurd-di-suatu-sore.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4546776209288111500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4546776209288111500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/ontologi-absurd-di-suatu-sore.html' title=':: ontologi absurd di suatu sore ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-8332924692911660927</id><published>2008-09-09T17:33:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:49:55.876+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>am I lucky or simply deserve it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As am sitting in this building, I realize that am part of a system, an educational system, a high educational system. As am sitting in this building and using its free and wireless internet access, I realize that am part of a high-cost educational system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Am I lucky or I deserve it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ada dua perbedaan besar antara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;being lucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;deserve it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; yang seringkali tidak dianggap orang sebagai suatu masalah. Bagiku itu adalah sebuah masalah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, karena aku punya kesempatan dan akses untuk duduk dan terlibat dalam sistem ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I deserve it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, karena aku berjuang keras untuk berada dan terlibat di sini. Lalu di mana masalahnya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bagi jutaan manusia berkualitas lainnya yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;tidak seberuntung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; aku meskipun mereka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;deserve to be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, ini adalah sebuah masalah.  Bukan suatu kesalahan kodrati ketika seseorang tidak memiliki keberuntungan meskipun mereka layak mendapatkannya. Ada sebuah sistem yang salah di sini. Ada sebuah sistem yang memunculkan jarak dan dinding pembatas yang kokoh. Ada sebuah sistem yang menghalangi kelancaran arus "keberuntungan dan kelayakan". Dan sistem itu harus diruntuhkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;... dan aku merenung bersama mereka yang lucky enough to be here without knowing why we are damn lucky sambil menunggu 76 membawaku pulang ke sebuah sistem yang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-8332924692911660927?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8332924692911660927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/am-i-lucky-or-simply-deserve-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8332924692911660927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8332924692911660927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/am-i-lucky-or-simply-deserve-it.html' title='am I lucky or simply deserve it?'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-4976798421841560419</id><published>2008-09-07T21:36:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:39:53.421+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>di suatu senja...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di suatu senja aku duduk menanti angin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di atas kursi tua di teras rumah, di suatu senja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's been a while, well many things have happened. Dku udah pindah ke Jakarta, eventually. Lagi menyesuaikan dengan ibukota yang aneh banget ini. Sumpah, Nias is better than Jakarta, dunno why. Dan aku melakukan kesalahan dengan booking kamar kost yang salah hehehew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kuliah is fun. Temen-temen asik, well awalnya ada perdebatan soal jam kuliah --which is akhirnya membuatku kehilangan duit 350rbu, crap!-- namun akhirnya disepakati dengan baik dan benar --namun merugikanku. Dosen-dosennya hebat-hebat. Aku betul-betul beruntung bisa termasuk dalam sebuah ruang diskusi yang menyenangkan, menegangkan, menggugah selera berpikir dan well... serasa ingin berbuat sesuatu. See, my life is my journey and thus action is part of my journey, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Aaanyway... I put his pictures for you, so you'll know whom I love and will live with :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku duduk di atas kursi tua di teras rumah menanti angin, di suatu senja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-4976798421841560419?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4976798421841560419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/di-suatu-senja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4976798421841560419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4976798421841560419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/di-suatu-senja.html' title='di suatu senja...'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-4579987260660694977</id><published>2008-08-12T13:39:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:44:38.581+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuptiae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>nothing else matters</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I really... really love this song. And guess what, we plan to have this song as soundtrack of our wedding vow. Am proposing Alec to play the guitar, wish me luck :)&lt;br /&gt;Please listen to this and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='padding:3px; border:1px solid #FF6600; border-bottom:0px; width:310px'&gt;&lt;object width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/JgiGrXpOhYg&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/JgiGrXpOhYg&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width='300' height='180'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=176818&amp;speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com' target='_blank'&gt;Song lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/metallica/nothing_else_matters.html' target='_blank'&gt;Nothing Else Matters lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-4579987260660694977?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4579987260660694977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing-else-matters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4579987260660694977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4579987260660694977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing-else-matters.html' title='nothing else matters'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-4055435851685451692</id><published>2008-08-12T10:34:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:33:00.968+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>me &amp; bangun pagi :(</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gara-gara kesiangan pagi ini dku gak jadi nemui Romo Wi, hiks... Gimana sih caranya biar bisa bangun pagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, bangun pagi emang hal yg paling susah utk dilakukan --well, banyak sih hal laen yg lebih susah dilakukan, such as fly--- taaaapii... bangun pagi for me and some other people emang such an activity yg menyebalkan. Sebenernya apa sih alasan klo males bangun pagi?&lt;br /&gt;- dingin, bikin sakit perut&lt;br /&gt;- ngantukzzz....&lt;br /&gt;- etc...etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangun pagi is needed anyhow, kayak hari ini misalnya, harusnya udah ketemu sama Romo Wi, jd tertunda. Pdhal klo udah kelar urusannya today kan nyicil lega, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta back to work.&lt;br /&gt;selamat mencoba bangun pagi guys, luv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-4055435851685451692?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4055435851685451692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-bangun-pagi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4055435851685451692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4055435851685451692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-bangun-pagi.html' title='me &amp; bangun pagi :('/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-3358928210296849083</id><published>2008-08-11T17:11:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:50:16.317+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveler&apos;s tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>pindah tempat lagee... (aaarrgh...!) #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How's life there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Masihkah mencari bintang yang dulu pernah kau tunjuk? Dingin angin lautmu apakah sama dengan yang dulu pernah membawaku padamu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Jogja udah mulai basah, yup... hujan pertama di musim ini. Kalau Jogja udah hujan gini jadi males mau pergi. Jadi enggak semangat mau keluar dari kota ini. Jogja emang nyaman, secara lahir dan besar disini, for me gak ada kota lain yang lebih nyaman dari Jogja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya pindah ke kota lain emang asik, awalnya. It's a challenge. Tapi berat. Yes it is, undeniably. Adaptasi lagi, kenalan sama kanan-kiri-atas-bawah lagi. Mulai dari menyesuaikan dengan pilihan transport dan makanan yg ditawarkan sampai ke gaya bicara dan busana [ehm... busana]. Buatku yg paling berat adalah bahasa. Oh it's damn hard when you're in a place where you know nothing about its language. Masih mending kalau hurufnya latin, nah kalau huruf yunani or thailand or japanese or other form of letters that we couldn't even differentiate one from each other... it's disaster. Yup, I've been there, so I know what am talking about here. It was frustating when I completely lost in translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question: what do you do when you're in such situation?&lt;br /&gt;Kalau aku sih, bermodal peta setempat dan bahasa tarzan seadanya bertanya sana-sini hehehew... it helped so far, but sometimes it just went wrong :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pindah ke kota laen --or perhaps ke negara laen-- dengan ini kuumumkan bahwasanya dku jd mo pindah ke Ibukota teretettetetett...! Oh well, smua akan baik-baik saja. Meskipun aku tau, pindah ke Jakarta is completely different from moving to Nias or other remote places. Aku sih lebih memilih utk pindah ke remote areas, to be frankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaanyway, secara maya, aku masih di sini, menapaki jalan yang sama, namun tidak sendirian. Aku dulu selalu berpikir untuk pergi, you know what, it's hard. No matter how far I go, aku selalu kembali. Perhaps so you can find me again, so you'll see me that am fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, gotta split now, need to walk this road...&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&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/20037684085736910-3358928210296849083?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3358928210296849083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/pindah-tempat-lagee-aaarrgh-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3358928210296849083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3358928210296849083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/pindah-tempat-lagee-aaarrgh-2.html' title='pindah tempat lagee... (aaarrgh...!) #2'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-7398484725235286601</id><published>2008-08-06T18:36:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:06:21.430+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuptiae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>heading to the altar... #2: mapping the plan [thanks to mindmap]</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this letter finds you fit and fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that preparing a wedding is tiring, I just never thought it could be this hard, mentally rather than physically. So many... too many wishes, opinions, ideas and finally... arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream to have wedding with unique and pretty details, this and that and bla-bla-bla... but now, when I am planning and preparing my own wedding many parts of that dream fade away and less important than the marriage itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, from wedding I go to marriage. Wedding last for 2 to 3 days, and perhaps more in some cultures, but marriage --for me-- will last forever, which is quite scary actually. Imagine that you'll live with the same person for the rest of your life. You'll wake and sleep by her side. You'll see her oily face and sweat smell body in her just-wake-up mode every morning, you'll experience her ups and downs, you'll witness and have to deal with her bad side and her most unacceptable behaviors. OMG! I have to stop this or else I'll cancel my wedding haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 months left and I haven't completed the series of important preparation. I even haven't prepared my gown. For some brides to be, it means suicide. I guess beside getting married am also getting crazy :( oh well, everything will be okay in the end if it's not okay it's not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are done:&lt;br /&gt;1. tuxedo for the groom to be (must take it after 17 August and send it to groom to be for fitting)&lt;br /&gt;2. booking bridal (haven't pay the downpayment though, must do it soon)&lt;br /&gt;3. browse some photos vendors (got a place, nego the price please!)&lt;br /&gt;4. have fixed plan for the reception place (finally! must book and pay downpayment asap)&lt;br /&gt;5. administrative almost done, targetted to be done this week (a must!)&lt;br /&gt;Uurgh crap! Still have so much to do! How many days do I still have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, many friends are now calmer after pretty shocked with my engagement and getting married news. They get used to it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I make mindmap for my wedding project, and amazingly it helps. You may borrow mine when your time to plan your wedding come. Believe me, you'll need it badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, gotta split now. Gonna find the way out otherwise I'll get lost in one of the branches of wedding project in my mindmap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-7398484725235286601?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7398484725235286601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/heading-to-altar-2-mapping-plan-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7398484725235286601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7398484725235286601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/heading-to-altar-2-mapping-plan-thanks.html' title='heading to the altar... #2: mapping the plan [thanks to mindmap]'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-7525121273217934531</id><published>2008-07-16T11:48:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:05:48.219+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuptiae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>heading to the altar... #1: engagement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SIWaw464s9I/AAAAAAAAADo/GdEvCJF6FH8/s1600-h/ring+pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SIWaw464s9I/AAAAAAAAADo/GdEvCJF6FH8/s200/ring+pillow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225753107337098194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's life?&lt;br /&gt;It's been months since our last conversation. I miss you, you know. I've got many things to tell, so many... too many. I kinda lost in my own world, without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told you that am preparing a wedding, haven't I? I am preparing now. And am engaged now. Oh yes I do. It was on July 16, 2008. It wasn't planned but then Dad popped the words and we did it. It was a simple engagement event. A short talks and prayers from the folks, and then the rings came and then talks and prayers again, and dinner (it was delicious), and the photos time and that was it. And now, am engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, isn't it? Me go to the altar, next November. Can you picture me wearing wedding dress and walking down the isle heading to someone else but you? Before I met him, I couldn't. But now, yes I can, for I believe that he is the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I need you now, help me drawing a scene of my wedding. Play the guitar for me, once again for the last time on my wedding day, let it be my last memory of you before I swear to God to be his. Play me the music... music of my heart to calm my panic and restlesness for I haven't familiar yet with his beat, until then let yours be mine still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... as if am walking down a labyrinth of my own mind...&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-7525121273217934531?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7525121273217934531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/07/heading-to-altar-1-engagement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7525121273217934531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7525121273217934531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/07/heading-to-altar-1-engagement.html' title='heading to the altar... #1: engagement.'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SIWaw464s9I/AAAAAAAAADo/GdEvCJF6FH8/s72-c/ring+pillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-6423748310027991635</id><published>2008-06-23T19:55:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:05:48.220+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuptiae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>planning a wedding !</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're planning a wedding !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, a wedding !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't believe am walking this far. OMG. OMG. OMG !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehehe... am happy, so please be happy for me. And remember, whoever I love, I love you still --in a very... very... different way :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I love him, he loves me and nothing else matters, right? Wait 'till end of July and I'll let you know when it's gonna be held ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in hilarious excitement, I wanna scream out loud and thanking the Lord for his marvelous blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-onk-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-6423748310027991635?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6423748310027991635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/06/planning-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6423748310027991635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6423748310027991635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/06/planning-wedding.html' title='planning a wedding !'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-8470417935261117663</id><published>2008-06-23T19:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:42:05.702+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>need an anger management</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed, you know. I failed in controlling my anger. I need anger management lesson.&lt;div&gt;I was exploding when one of my colleagues devastated thing that I fight for. He stabbed my back. What did you expect me to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel lost in the war that I created. I think am a loser. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish I can manage my anger better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-onk-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-8470417935261117663?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8470417935261117663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/06/need-anger-management.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8470417935261117663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8470417935261117663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/06/need-anger-management.html' title='need an anger management'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-3243662931828716874</id><published>2008-06-19T15:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:41:39.379+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>gimme time to make peace with myself, please...</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's life there? Have you had fun?&lt;br /&gt;I have fun here. Am happy for I have found my prince of charming, he'll the one to be by my side for the rest of my life, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However am in anger, to myself. So I need time to make peace with myself. Part of me insisted to keep the ego, other part told me to let go. I'm in my own war. All I need is run to a place where I can scream outloud and meet you there to simply hear your saying 'hey'. Will he understand this the way you understand me? I'm afraid to keep searching for your broken smile in his. I'm scared of my own choice, for the first time of my life I fight against my own dream. And I miss you badly. I want to tell you what's going on in my mind and be in your big warm hug, settle me and calm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If to have him means bading adieu to the dream that I've raised for these ten fuckin' years, I'll do, I'll say goodbye to the dream. Just gimme time to make peace with myself. And I need some other sentimental things to help me letting go of that dream. Hell yes you knew what it is. It's the dream that I used to share with you. All I want in life is go to school and wandering Indonesia. And after all is said and done, I'll come home and settle. Is it to difficult to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have my last chance to go out and walk the path I used to dream of, I'll do that without leaving him. But I need, damn need his smile. I can't do this alone, for God sake, I can't for I have settled my heart in his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still figure everything out...&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-3243662931828716874?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3243662931828716874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/06/gimme-time-to-make-peace-with-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3243662931828716874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3243662931828716874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/06/gimme-time-to-make-peace-with-myself.html' title='gimme time to make peace with myself, please...'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-7773560941889101133</id><published>2008-06-12T21:47:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:41:39.380+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>grow up (?)</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna grow up. You knew it well. But today, I realize something, I have to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall in love with him, the way I fell in love with you years ago --and I love you still, apparently. He doesn't ask me to grow up, but I have to. He said I don't have to, but I know I have to for the choice I chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe it's about the time. It's him who made me tell myself to change, though he doesn't change me. It's him, not you. I don't say it's easy. It's damn hard for me to get my ass out of my childhood world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I walk out to neverland...&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-7773560941889101133?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7773560941889101133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/06/grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7773560941889101133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7773560941889101133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/06/grow-up.html' title='grow up (?)'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-6691382244421312966</id><published>2008-06-07T10:41:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:42:59.725+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>confession of a broken mind #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunungsitoli lagi mendung nih, smoga ujan soalnya udah 2 minggu enggak hujan, persediaan air udah abis dan kami terpaksa beli dari PDAM, water trucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi malam baru aja balik dari Lahewa, di sana sempat memainkan hobi lama yg udah lama gak kulakukan: memainkan emosi orang hahaha... I did some sweet revenge to some folks that deserved a lesson about little life stuffs. Oh well, it’s not important to be told here. I did it for friends anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebentar lagi kami pulang dari Nias, hmm... klo liat anak2 pada packing gini rasanya sedih juga. Bukannya enggak kerasa, kerasa banget malah, 8 bulan di Nias sungguh unutterable experience. Bitter sweet stuffs blend in one place. Banyak yang udah terjadi di Nias, ya seneng ya sedih ya smua-muanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, my relationship with my sunshine has finally ended. No don't worry, it was clean, neat and easy. After had contemplation and fermentation with cointreau and red label I decided to give in. I finally able to call him and spilled the beans (when cointreau didn't help, try red label). We did not walk the path better. We simply walked in different paths and got far from each other even more. Am fine, we’re fine. We knew we’d get to this point someday—which was that day. We finally departed through different terminals on different flights, we’re on the way to find our soulmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you remember the new guy to whom I fall in love recently? Yes, I'm with him now. I know it's so sudden, but hey, maybe this is it. And yes, I've told my Mum and Dad, and they're happy for he is a Catholic. Hmm... I hate to admit this, but for them religion matters. That night, when he kissed me and asked me and I said yes, somehow I knew that I can't kill the feeling inside. That's it. Keep it simple stupid and everything will be okay in the end, if it's not okay then it's not the end. Oh well yes, Red involved :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All I know now is that I love him, he loves me, our parents agree and we will walk this path together. We don't want to run or put high expectation, as Onggo said: hope will reduce joy, we simply go where the heart says so. We flow but not drowned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh Luv, if only you were here to gimme some hug :) I miss your broken smile badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No matter who I love, I love you still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-6691382244421312966?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6691382244421312966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/06/confession-of-broken-mind-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6691382244421312966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6691382244421312966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/06/confession-of-broken-mind-2.html' title='confession of a broken mind #2'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-634419227360348740</id><published>2008-05-30T17:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:22:47.934+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>confession of a broken mind #1</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just celebrating my 27th birthday last May 26. I celebrated it with 3 bars of dark chocolate and a bottle of Cointreau. Yes, you read it well, Cointreau. Awesome, isn’t? I sipped it with some folks here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, the Cointreau made me think about something that is bothering my life these days. So I wanna make a confession of what’s going on in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;1. Feel like I wanna let my sunshine go&lt;br /&gt;2. Feel like I fall in love with someone much older&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, you read it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday morning I called my sunshine to ask about our relationship, and it was not going as I expected. He was so sweet, damn nice. How could I break his mood then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend observing the new guy then these days. Is he the one? If I'm pretty sure that my sunshine is not the one, then why I kinda have the feeling that this new guy is the one? Or it's just another lots like love? Will I hear the click sound this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG if yes. This new guy is about 10 years older than me. He is not that handsome or as cute as my sunshine. He is not as smart as I expected, smarter than my sunshine though. He is modest. He is so usual and ordinary. Yet I am amazed by his charm. I saw him differently. I saw silliness behind his silence and cold manner, his childhood side, which then I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have the guts to continue this feeling or simply enjoy and kill it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worry about my sunshine, for we can't save our love, or maybe we have no love after all. We don't walk the path better nor together. And maybe it's about the time to give in. I don't feel sorry, I have nothing to regret. Everything is just beautiful as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think, Luv? What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-634419227360348740?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/634419227360348740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/confession-of-broken-mind-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/634419227360348740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/634419227360348740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/confession-of-broken-mind-1.html' title='confession of a broken mind #1'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-6889494137899148537</id><published>2008-05-25T20:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:03:49.843+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>old memories... happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's May 25 and tomorrow will be my birthday. Well yes, am still in Nias instead of back home as what I've planned. But hey, maybe there'll be something good of being here on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a reflection poem last three years, or it was last two years? oh well, here's the piece:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sahabatku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Pagi ini dku bangun dan menangis. Sungguh awal yang buruk untuk sebuah hari ulang tahun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Tapi demi waktu yang berlalu dan kisah-kisah yang telah lewat, kesedihan pun hadir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Album foto yang usang menyimpan sedikit saja kenangan,kesedihan untuk yang terlupakan dan kan hilang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Kesedihan untuk wajah-wajah lama dan akrab namun pelahan memudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Pita-pita kaset rekaman suara masa lalu mulai bernada sumbang... kesedihan untuk yang tak lagi terdengar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Kesedihan untuk tawa ceria dan sumpah serapah yang tak sempat terekam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Mawar merah kado dari masa lalu di sudut meja kamar telah kaku menghitam... kesedihan untuk hutang lama yang beku di dasar hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Kesedihan untuk setiap kata-kata yang tak sempat terucap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Kesedihan untuk setiap perbuatan yang tak kunjung dilakukan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;... dan kini semua telah terlambat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Kesedihan untuk penyesalan yang sia-sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Kesedihan untuk setiap momen ganjil yang pernah terjadi namun tak sempat menangkap maknanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Pagi ini aku menyadari bahwa pada akhirnya jiwa kanak-kanak itu pun akan semakin tak tersentuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Harga yang mahal untuk kedewasaan yang bagiku semu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Karena aku memang tak pernah mau dewasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Namun karena kalian, aku belajar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Bersama kalian, aku belajar tentang dunia asing ini dan hal-hal ajaib yang menyertainya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Kekonyolan demi kekonyolan yang kulakukan bersama kalian mungkin akan terlupa, namun keceriaanku ini berawal dari sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Perih luka yang kubuat bersama kalian mungkin telah sembuh, namun bekasnya masih melekat di tubuh dan jiwaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Segala nasehat kalian mungkin tidak semua kuingat, namun tanpanya aku takkan jadi seperti ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Banyaknya pertentangan dan perdebatan dengan kalian pastilah menyakitkan, namun dengan itu aku belajar menjadi berani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Kesalahan demi kesalahan tentu saja menjengkelkan, namun dari situ aku belajar untuk minta maaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Kebodohan dan ketololan buatku jujur, memang aku tidak sempurna dan masih harus terus belajar dan berkembang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;... bersama kalian kah? Mungkin tidak. Karena suatu saat pun kalian akan berlalu. Namun jika masih ada kesempatan, maka bolehlah rajutan ini diteruskan, sampai bola benang yang terakhir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Pada hari ini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ketika ucapan dan peluk hangat telah kuterima, aku pun tersenyum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Menyadari bahwa semua harus terjadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Yang hilang takkan tergantikan dan yang datang tak mungkin menggantikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Begitupun kebahagiaan memiliki kalian, takkan menggantikan kesedihan kehilangan mereka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Dan kesedihan tiadanya mereka takkan bisa mengusik kebahagiaan adanya kalian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Setiap hal memiliki peran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Setiap momen memiliki makna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Setiap detiknya memiliki arti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Membentukku disana-sini, menambahkan rasa untuk cita dan cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Adalah keajaiban, memiliki keduanya. (sometimes miracle just doesn't work, so I changed into: Adalah berkat, memiliki keduanya.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Terberkatilah aku yang memiliki banyak pilar 'tuk bersandar, dan pilar-pilar itu adalah kalian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Untuk semua sahabat hidupku, terima kasih atas 24 tahun (hmm... it's xx years old now :D ) yang takkan bisa kulewati tanpa kalian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Peluk sayang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;-onk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I guess for the sake of old memories I put it here for you. Will I spend another year in my life to love you still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-6889494137899148537?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6889494137899148537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6889494137899148537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6889494137899148537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-memories.html' title='old memories... happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-6531035689415968929</id><published>2008-05-25T19:31:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:28:49.485+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveler&apos;s tale'/><title type='text'>re-thinking about Bangkok: it's not just another-big-city anymore :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while, isn't? Oh well, I am missing you, but hey, I'll over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinkin' about Bangkok as Lindo texted me to announce her safely arrival in Jogja after a week in that 'another-big-city'. She told me of leaving someone in Bangkok. Beth once told me she left the smile of being flattered by a stranger there, but she brought the memory back home. Me? I was dragged out of the dorm with my running nose to streets of Bangkok by Stephane, a playful handsome French, just to left me with the crowd in Siam Square. I didn't complaint, it was him who made me seen the real Bangkok instead of a poor view from the balcony of my room in 4th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Bangkok is lovely actually, well yeah, for me it's just another big city until this afternoon, but tonight, on my second thought, despite my cold when I was there, I enjoyed the sadly romantic nuance, to be honest. Sadly yes, because neither you or him were there. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking down the streets of Silom, browsing stuffs in Suan Lum, joining the crowd in Siam Square or tasting local foods sold by vendors along the streets or in a open-air food court, I felt I was a bohemian. The freedom of walking in such warm nights, wearing clothes that represents of who you are and nobody would protest it, kissing the air of... I don't know, sinfully delightful living art? I am talking about its fashion, hair cut, foods, people, streets, subway, skytrain, malls, language, religion, prostitute... and many more, blend in one place. And I just realize, Bangkok is not just another-big-city anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and as the memory of Victory Monument's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dazzling display&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; that I viewed from the skytrain windows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;returns, I'm dreaming of us walking down the streets of Bangkok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I should have taken photos of Bangkok. I didn't because of that damn cold kicked away my mood. Crap! Oh don't you dare to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/20037684085736910-6531035689415968929?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6531035689415968929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/re-thinking-about-bangkok-its-not-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6531035689415968929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6531035689415968929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/re-thinking-about-bangkok-its-not-just.html' title='re-thinking about Bangkok: it&apos;s not just another-big-city anymore :)'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-5043543721015265007</id><published>2008-05-18T16:36:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:03:49.844+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>lost in translation #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once again got into a 'lost translation'. Our procurement team, consists of finance, logistician and purchase officer --Bataknese and Javanese persons, tried to figure what is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sothil&lt;/span&gt; or in English we called it stir out for the sake of an official purchase order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I texted and asked Vader 13 only to receive asnwer, "udh nanya ga da y tahu. kl di Medan namanya serokan,kl versi co y ga pnh msh (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;masuk, red&lt;/span&gt;) dapur saringan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... that's funny. Btw what's it in Engl?" asked I then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fish-slice,kl sendok sayur ladle,saringan (jeruk,kopi)strainer.. weh ada gunanya bw modul MLW (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Little World, tempat dulu Vader 13 pernah berbakti pada anak-anak sebagai guru TK, red&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe.. I shoud have bought Disney's picture dictinry, shouldn't I? Thx, now I'll find terjemahannya di intnet. Crazy way to find Indo word by an Indonesian" texted I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is now officialy announced tht u, I, my two friends, n tht procurement team who created ths mess at first, fail d first test f being Indonesian" replied her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, exactly my dear. Shall we start browsing new country?" cynical reply by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And it's all because f tht silly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sothil&lt;/span&gt;, hey if it was a real test, hw many f total population f our country'd b xtradited. m sure none f my famly'd be able 2 answer t"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True! Damn sothil"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;end of discussion about sothil&lt;/span&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did we ever lost in translation regarding our relationship, Luv?&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&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/20037684085736910-5043543721015265007?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5043543721015265007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/lost-in-translation-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5043543721015265007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5043543721015265007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/lost-in-translation-2.html' title='lost in translation #2'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-3217512158176726218</id><published>2008-05-17T17:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:40:00.650+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>why do I fall in love with you? #2</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking again...&lt;br /&gt;I was crying when you dumped me, yes you did it honey, but I didn't feel so bad when he dumped me. I felt sorry for myself, for not able to have healthy relationship, but I didn't even cry.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy than ever when we rebuild our friendship, I couldn't be happier that time, even happier than when we, he and I rebuild our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;And now you broke my heart, again, for leaving for a cruise. I miss you, as always, and never thought, after these years, that I'm still sad whenever you are far from my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Vader 13 was right after all, I need to see a shrink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Saturday and I feel like I don't wanna do any work :) I spent this morning reading Sophie Kinsella's Can You Keep a Secret? It's a good chicklit. Even though almost all chicklits tell happy-ending-story, they also tell you that nobody's perfect. And yes, we do did some beautiful mistakes and have some dirty little secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking what the hell I am doing...&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-3217512158176726218?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3217512158176726218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-do-i-fall-in-love-with-you-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3217512158176726218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3217512158176726218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-do-i-fall-in-love-with-you-2.html' title='why do I fall in love with you? #2'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-2591967394063492261</id><published>2008-05-13T15:44:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:29:15.634+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>a girl name Niar and her Cucumbers, Limes and Bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just bought a cluster banana and 3 limes, they are fresh and smell so good. A girl name Niar has just came to my office to have shed from rain. She was wet, cold and shiver. She brought her bike to our front porch. Her bike has a basket in which she put two clusters banana and many cucumbers and lemons. She is a fruit seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku            : pakailah (kusodorkan handuk bersih)&lt;br /&gt;Niar           : (menggeleng) tidak usah kak&lt;br /&gt;Pak Jum     : ambil ini (menyodorkan handuk berwarna shocking pink dgn ukuran lebih kecil daripada yg kusodorkan)&lt;br /&gt;Mas Rudi     : ambil, nanti sakit&lt;br /&gt;Niar            : (menerima handuk) terima kasih&lt;br /&gt;Rudi           : di mana rumahmu?&lt;br /&gt;Niar            : Moawo&lt;br /&gt;Bang Nalon  : waah jauh itu, naik ke bukit-bukit sana. Kalau pas mo ke rumah sepedamu dituntun kan?&lt;br /&gt;Niar            : maksudnya?&lt;br /&gt;Pak Jum      : disorong?&lt;br /&gt;Niar            : iya dipegang aja, menanjak&lt;br /&gt;Aku            : kelas berapa?&lt;br /&gt;Niar           : enggak sekolah&lt;br /&gt;Kami          : oo… (bersamaan)&lt;br /&gt;Aku               : terakhir kelas berapa?&lt;br /&gt;Niar                : lima&lt;br /&gt;Bang Nalon : Apa kerja bapakmu?&lt;br /&gt;Niar            : Gak ada&lt;br /&gt;Bang Nalon  : Ibumu?&lt;br /&gt;Niar            : Jaga adik&lt;br /&gt;Mas Rudi     : Berapa bersaudara kalian?&lt;br /&gt;Niar            : 5, aku yang pertama, adikku 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she went mas Rudi told me that she was shiver due to rain and her crying. Why? Because she has just lost her money. She was selling her fruits and then rain was falling heavily and she fled for shed and dropped the money. She was afraid of returning home because she was supposed to buy some rice with the money, it was Rp.20.000,- so mas Rudi gave her the same amount of money so she could stop crying and smile again. Ah, that was why she was so pale, I thought it was because of the cold. And it's true, she was prettier when smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty thousands rupiah can do so much for her and her family, how much is it for us? a cup of frappucino and a cup of lemon tea that we used to sip? a pack of your cigar? a bar of my dark chocolate? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-2591967394063492261?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2591967394063492261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/girl-name-niar-and-her-cucumbers-lemons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/2591967394063492261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/2591967394063492261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/girl-name-niar-and-her-cucumbers-lemons.html' title='a girl name Niar and her Cucumbers, Limes and Bananas'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-6633295150118396840</id><published>2008-05-12T20:41:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T13:05:15.413+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>why do I fall in love with you? #1</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short conversation with a friend few weeks ago is bothering me until now, so I decided to ask for your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teman : Kenapa coba kamu selalu terlibat dengan pacaran beda agama?&lt;br /&gt;aku     : I don't know. My love has nothing to do with religion&lt;br /&gt;teman : Really? But have you ever attracted to someone in the same religion?&lt;br /&gt;aku     : mm... nope (big grin). Hey look, cowok itu cakep (menunjuk ke cowok yang lewat di depan kost teman)&lt;br /&gt;teman : See, kamu selalu tertarik pada cowok-cowok yang abis pulang dari Masjid.&lt;br /&gt;aku      : (menatap teman dengan tatapan paling innocent yang kupunya) what? I didn't know about where he was arriving from. I didn't know that!&lt;br /&gt;teman : sudahlah. (menghela napas lalu masuk ke dalam)&lt;br /&gt;aku      :    bukan salahku kalau aku tertarik pada cowok-cowok yang rajin Sholat, mereka selalu kelihatan fresh dan bersih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para pria yang beragama Islam, catat ini baik-baik, kalian sungguh tampak jauh lebih tampan pada saat-saat setelah selesai menjalankan Ibadah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh mungkin itu sebabnya aku terlibat denganmu dulu dan dengannya saat ini. What d'ya think? Oohh, trust me, you're not as adorable as what you think Luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still thinkin' about what the hell I am doing...&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-6633295150118396840?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6633295150118396840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-do-i-fall-in-love-with-you-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6633295150118396840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6633295150118396840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-do-i-fall-in-love-with-you-1.html' title='why do I fall in love with you? #1'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-4902482520088454776</id><published>2008-05-09T14:56:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:16:56.439+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveler&apos;s tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tano niha'/><title type='text'>some pictures taken during the trip to Pulau Asu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCQIWu10d7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/UfpQkr7lLQo/s1600-h/the+beach+2+%28resized%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCQIWu10d7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/UfpQkr7lLQo/s320/the+beach+2+%28resized%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198289056516306866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: flawless beauty ::&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed with its white sand and blue sea. If only I have under water camera (and yes, if only I can dive :p ), I would have taken the pictures of coral reefs that lay peacefully and form a kingdom of fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCQEgO10d5I/AAAAAAAAACA/6epYQpP3XEs/s1600-h/panda+and+the+sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCQEgO10d5I/AAAAAAAAACA/6epYQpP3XEs/s320/panda+and+the+sunset.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198284821678552978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Panda and the Sunset ::&lt;br /&gt;He was acting like albatros, landing under the big orange ball whom tenderly set at west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCQFfO10d6I/AAAAAAAAACI/KVU5wmiPHDY/s1600-h/senja+p+asu+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCQFfO10d6I/AAAAAAAAACI/KVU5wmiPHDY/s320/senja+p+asu+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198285904010311586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: 'till dusk ::&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting on the rocks bed that spread along the west coast of Pulau Asu while waiting for the sunset. We were amazed by the dusk that slowly approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you were there, enjoying that magnificent views with me...&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-4902482520088454776?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4902482520088454776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-pictures-taken-during-trip-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4902482520088454776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4902482520088454776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-pictures-taken-during-trip-to.html' title='some pictures taken during the trip to Pulau Asu'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCQIWu10d7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/UfpQkr7lLQo/s72-c/the+beach+2+%28resized%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-8977391542633310274</id><published>2008-05-08T22:14:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:49:13.797+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveler&apos;s tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tano niha'/><title type='text'>last weekend route: sirombu-hinako-bawa-...-himana-sirombu-pulau asu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCO9WllU5QI/AAAAAAAAABo/RMVzORiskM4/s1600-h/the+beach+%28resize%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCO9WllU5QI/AAAAAAAAABo/RMVzORiskM4/s200/the+beach+%28resize%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198206590659126530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 7 hours on the boat, it was a small boat of Pulau 8, I finally stepped my foot on Pulau Asu's white sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday afternoon suddenly Ambyar came into the office with a big smile. His skin has got darker than when we met him previously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. I asked him in envy, "how's it?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ambyar answered (his smile was even wider), "Pulau Asu is not good, it is very good or even better hahaha...". Listened to his answer, Panda, Tinces and I determined to go. "My pride won't allowed to be left behind. I must reach that place", said Tinces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very hot Saturday afternoon, exactly 1.30 p.m when Tinces and I were walking to the Sirombu beach where the boats were docked. My heart beat fast as I saw the boat that would take me to Pulau Asu. The flawless island as said by Ambyar. I never like to ride on a boat, for I could not swim that good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sea was calm as I expected. Thank God. We went through some small islands to get other passengers. The boat was a transportation boat from one island to the others, in total there are 8 islands and Pulau Asu is the last destination. My heart beat was calmer as I saw the crew of the boat, they seemed know what they were doing, so I was relieved and I let the dymenhydrinat worked well, I fell asleep almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon sun heat woke me up from my half-sleep (in Nias, the sun set at 6-30 to 7 p.m.). My sense got back in quick as I amazed by coral reefs below the water. I was enjoying the view of Pulau Himana when suddenly Vini, the captain of the boat came to us (Tinces and I) and apologized, "the daughters of the owner of this boat need to go to Pulau Asu as well", said he. Tinces smiled and I still didn't catch. So? Vini explanation has brought light nausea to my belly, "we have to go back to Sirombu to pick them up". What a ...?! It was 5.30 p.m. and I hadn't had my lunch and had been 3.5 hours on board and only 30 minutes away from Pulau Asu yet he told us that we needed to return to Sirombu, exactly to the same place from where we departed. "Oh well, we are in a 'wisata bahari' anyway", remarked Tinces and I had no choice than agreed upon her opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Panda and Buyung were out for fishing when we got there, it was about 8.30 p.m. and we rushed to the warung to get some dinner. At exactly 12 p.m the light was out and I went into the room. Panda and Buyung were still on the sea, fishing. I met them when the dawn broke. They told me that they had many catches but left them to the fishermen with whom they gone fishing. We spent the whole sunday walking along the coast, took pictures and I played volleyball with Buyung --from which I got my right thumb injured and it is swelling until this second. The journey was closed by sunset, the most beautiful sunset I've ever shot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were not alone, some surfers were enjoying their waves under the big orange sun that tenderly set at west. Pulau Asu is said to be Indonesia's third best place for surfing. No wonder if many surfers, mostly foreigners named this island as hidden paradise. Brazillian surfers even have a club namely Gansgter Paradise in this small island. Pulau Asu's best times was in 1997 to 1999, when so many surfers and backpackers came throughout the years. Two bungalows are owned by Belgians, one of which is on sale now. Some others are belong to locales, which are cheaper yet comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulau Asu is indeed flawless. It's more than words can say, for me. I was startled with its white sand, the whitest sand I've ever seen. So there I was, chased the sun until the very west of Nias Islands. Pulau Asu is located at the western part of Pulau Nias, it is not the farthest but the very west island among the other islands in Nias. The farthest island is Pulau Telo, it takes more than 6 hours by boat or 60 minutes by small plane. Pulau Telo is situated at the southest part of Nias Islands at the border to West Sumatera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our inn, we met some policemen, they were having "high tension" discussion with a tourist and his guide. We didn't know what happen until one of the fishermen told us. There were some immigration and administration problems. Oh well, some shit bureaucracy sometimes hinders tourism in many Indonesia's hot spots. While negotiation run, the sea got darker as the night fell. The lights sparked from many spots of fishermen boats and tourist's yacht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun had set on so our journey must end. On Monday morning, a few minutes after the dawn broke, we got on the boat and sailed to Sirombu. We followed "almost" the same route as when we came. Island to island, the view was awesome. The sea was again calm. The wind sang its lullaby and dymenhydrinat was never failed me, kicked away the nausea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The journey will be continued to other island, to where I will chase my sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish you were with me, witnessing the sun set on the very west of these Islands...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-onk-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-8977391542633310274?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8977391542633310274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-weekend-route-sirombu-hinako-bawa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8977391542633310274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8977391542633310274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-weekend-route-sirombu-hinako-bawa.html' title='last weekend route: sirombu-hinako-bawa-...-himana-sirombu-pulau asu!'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCO9WllU5QI/AAAAAAAAABo/RMVzORiskM4/s72-c/the+beach+%28resize%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-6058214487899355959</id><published>2008-05-07T14:10:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:38:03.113+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my lens'/><title type='text'>adieu luv, chase the dreams!</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have kissed you goodbye for thousands times, emotionally. But today is the day that I must really say goodbye to you... literally. Your departure is today. Then go my love, chase the dreams. For I have departed, am chasing mine too. Have a safe trip. Maybe someday in some other time, my life will run accross yours. At any time, you can always find me writing these letters, for I will never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with sadness adieu, I watched you fade away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-6058214487899355959?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6058214487899355959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/adieu-luv-safe-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6058214487899355959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6058214487899355959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/05/adieu-luv-safe-trip.html' title='adieu luv, chase the dreams!'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-501804530283324819</id><published>2008-04-26T12:25:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:00:00.088+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveler&apos;s tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tano niha'/><title type='text'>the worst place on earth? tell me about it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just browsing lonely planet site, and I kinda surprised with what I've found there. And add to my surprise, I kinda agree with what people posted there :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The site's page was discussing about the worst place in the world they've ever been. To my surprise, some of which I must totally agree, can't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medan is mentioned and Nias... gosh! . And... some friends immediately adding Nias also, responding my status in yahoo messenger. Nias undeniably has unique nature beauty, but some locales' ... their characters frustrated you to death. Don't take it wrong, I love this island, I love its natural beauty e.g. beaches, hills, traditional houses and stuffs. I have great times here... but sometimes it drives me crazy to be among stubborn fellows and hard characters of locales. Meskipun ada yg bilang: Sibolga is the worst and Nias is heaven after purgatory :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medan, aahh I never really get the beat. It's just an unfriendly city for me. I almost always got sick after returning from Medan. The loudly-speaking people, awful traffic, air pollution... oh well, I must agree that Medan is one of shit-holes in my beautiful world. My deep apology, thousands of apologizes for all folks and friends there, I must say sorry, but really-truly I can't stand not to agree upon their opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bangkok, hmm... I don't like that city since the beginning. For me, Bangkok is just another big-crowded-polluted city, almost like Jakarta. Still... I had good time when I was there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batam, I just can't find anything good there, for I stay only in few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among all postings, I found the funniest one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Re: THE WORST PLACE IN THE WORLD!%**????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;From where I've been so far, I'd have to say Tangier, Morocco as well. "Hey buddy, you wanna guide/smoke/get high/girl/my sister/me?" Uh, no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never been to Morocco, but reading the posting I understand why he/she pissed-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know what, as what you've suggested long ago, I wanna start writing reviews on places I've visited :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrite, wanna start recollecting, hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-onk-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-501804530283324819?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/501804530283324819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/worst-place-on-earth-tell-me-about-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/501804530283324819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/501804530283324819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/worst-place-on-earth-tell-me-about-it.html' title='the worst place on earth? tell me about it...'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-3270692007900164095</id><published>2008-04-23T20:15:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T13:04:28.869+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sekawan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphē'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tano niha'/><title type='text'>Godspeed sist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCanttcEeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cTHznGInTeg/s1600-h/malaria+poster+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCanttcEeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cTHznGInTeg/s200/malaria+poster+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199027223579097490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCam1dcEeYI/AAAAAAAAADI/9WlHxR31D34/s1600-h/ayo+ke+posyandu+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCam1dcEeYI/AAAAAAAAADI/9WlHxR31D34/s200/ayo+ke+posyandu+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199026257211455874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCaoZtcEeaI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q6zUgqSADVQ/s1600-h/poster+TB+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCaoZtcEeaI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q6zUgqSADVQ/s200/poster+TB+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199027979493341602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hujan masih turun, hmm... I think it's a good sign. Hujan akan membasuh rinduku and keep me warm. Aku sudah pada titik tidak peduli. Kalau memang sampai di sini ya sudah, I'll ask no more. Hidup tetap indah seperti adanya. Like what I've said to the world, if he's good enough for me then he'll stay. Someday there'll be one prince charming that is meant to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I have a good news. Lindo will defend her thesis tomorrow... eventually. It's great, isn't? Oh am so happy. And I believe all folks are joining this happiness too hehehw... Godspeed sist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barusan Txa texted me, katanya internet providernya lg error, hmm... no chat with her tonight then. Padahal dku pengen tau apa tanggapannya tentang kado ultahnya dariku hehehw... eh udah dia terima blm ya? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you about the posters I made? Am done 2, kurang satu lagi. Fiuh! Mau dipasang di baliho buat gantiin AIDS campaign yang udah nampang sejak December lalu. Kasian penduduk Gunungsitoli pasti udah bosen abis liatnya hehehw... makanya demi pemandangan mereka rada fresh, kami bikinkan new campaign materials, still on health though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... wanna start reading Pride and Prejudice tp kok males ya? hehehw... dari kemaren pengen doank abis beberapa halaman langsung give up, payah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: the draft designs of posters are there, please have a look and tell me what d'ya think.&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/20037684085736910-3270692007900164095?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3270692007900164095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/godspeed-sist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3270692007900164095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3270692007900164095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/godspeed-sist.html' title='Godspeed sist!'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCanttcEeZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cTHznGInTeg/s72-c/malaria+poster+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-9028881613734423981</id><published>2008-04-21T21:08:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:59:07.122+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tano niha'/><title type='text'>a jumping ideas letter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Barusan listrik mati, uughh... sebel deh klo udah malam trus listrik mati, kan jadi terasa tambah sepi aja pulau ini. Syukurlah sekarang udah menyala lagi. Dan syukurnya lagi sekarang hujan horaay! Kamu tau kan, hujan berarti persediaan air aman --for couple of days hehehw... tp syukurlah lagi, beberapa bulan terakhir hujan terus, jadi kami punya cukup air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini bikin poster (lagi). Of 3 am done 1 hehehw... lumayan kan secara baru belajar pakai corel di mac --sebenernya sih sama aja dgn di windows cuma karena udah lama enggak pakai aja jd alasan pdhal lupa-lupa juga gimana caranya hihihi... dan jari ini udah pegel banget dari tadi ngutak-atik garis dan bentuk hiks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi ngobrol sama Jablay soal keyakinan dll, hmm... tuh anak kadang-kadang nyambung juga kalau diajak ngobrol begituan. Pas kami lagi asik ngobrol eh ada bapak-bapak ngeliatin dengan tatapan seakan mau menawar hiiy... enggak takut-takut amat sih, biasa aja cuma aneh aja, udah tuwir, botak kok melototin dengan tidak sopannya. Well, I know that tatapan biasa differs with tatapan mesum alrite, don't be so ngeyel gtu lah Luv. Please agree with me for once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumben jam segini Panda udah ngorok di sebelah. Hmm... dia sedang memendam kecewa pada teman-teman, pada sistem pada semuanya, aku tau itu, cuma gak ngerti gimana ngajakin ngobrolnya. Cowok emang aneh, kadang-kadang begitu enak diajakin ngobrol, detik berikutnya diam seribu bahasa. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw ternyata "name" berasal dari Old English "nama" so bahasa indonesia mengadopsi Old English? hehehw... cool! **analogi ngawurku malam ini, maybe "nama" in Old English has nothing to do with "nama" in Bahasa Indonesia but coincidentally have the same meaning :D or not? as nothing in this world happens by chance hehehw... --quoting from Coelho's Veronika Decides to Die, an awesome book by the way**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today chat lagi sama Mr. Nice Guy. He's nice, that's why I named him Mr.Nice Guy. We always have nice chat --again, another reason why he's named Mr. Nice Guy. Dunno where these conversations will lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**eh Panda bangun. Asik jd bisa nyetel musik keras-keras kan enggak bakalan ganggu tidurnya karena dia udah bangun**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaanywaay, surat ini kok jadi gak jelas topiknya and has jumping ideas gini? Well, it means I have to end this. Alrite, I'll see you later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&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/20037684085736910-9028881613734423981?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/9028881613734423981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/jumping-ideas-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/9028881613734423981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/9028881613734423981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/jumping-ideas-letter.html' title='a jumping ideas letter...'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-3996891684539462876</id><published>2008-04-20T15:33:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:07:52.630+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveler&apos;s tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tano niha'/><title type='text'>wanna start reading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howdy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nias panas hari ini, sangat gerah. Udara lembab menggantung rendah, membuatku sesak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Semula dku berencana utk masak spagheti, tp males belanjanya jd batal, pdahal pengen banget :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tadi pagi bangun langsung mandi and cuci-cuci, aaahh... seger! Trus baca-baca-baca... sampe skr nulis ini buat kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm... I've been thinking, you know. I will not take him and his act too seriously anymore. I had enough pain. Jadi... aku akan berusaha, menulis surat-surat yang enggak melulu tentang dia, tapi tentang hidup... well, more about me, this life, nias... anything but sorrow caused by my sunshine, how's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;** fiuh, nias puanasss banget hari ini, btw. Pd detik aku menulis ini, badanku udah kuyup oleh keringat **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oya, minggu lalu kami ke pemandian air panas Idanogawo. Semula kukira kayak situs purbakala gtu, eh ternyata cuma kolam renang air panas biasa, emang sih sumber alamnya rada ancient gtu tp renovasinya udah terlalu modern, in my humble opinion, jd kurang natural lagi. Gak ada foto, soalnya orang mandi saru kan klo difoto hehehehw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minggu ini entah mo pergi enggak, anak-anak moodnya enggak jelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, gara-gara nonton The Jane Austen Book Club, dku jd pengen baca novel-novelnya. Hmm... it will be a hard obsession, since I have given up reading Austen's since semester 5 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, gotta stop now, wanna start reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&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/20037684085736910-3996891684539462876?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3996891684539462876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/wanna-start-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3996891684539462876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3996891684539462876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/wanna-start-reading.html' title='wanna start reading...'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-5479074431552094290</id><published>2008-04-18T12:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:23:52.135+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='padding:3px; border:1px solid #FF6600; border-bottom:0px; width:310px'&gt;&lt;object width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/cNQu9rP7xwI&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/cNQu9rP7xwI&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='310' height='259' allowScriptAccess='never' allownetworking='internal'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width='300' height='180'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=432418&amp;speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' allowScriptAccess='never' allownetworking='internal'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com' target='_blank'&gt;Song lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/i/imogen_heap/hallelujah.html' target='_blank'&gt;Hallelujah lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-5479074431552094290?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5479074431552094290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/hallelujah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5479074431552094290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5479074431552094290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-458157945188529147</id><published>2008-04-18T11:49:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:10:40.797+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>is it you am looking for?</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone asks me today: how are you?&lt;br /&gt;I'll answer: am not ok, am not fine today. I miss my sunshine a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been days since I heard from him. I wish he's fine, oh I believe he's fine, he just doesn't want to contact me. Oh well, it's alrite (no it's not ok), shit happens. Should he wants to give up or give in, I'll be fine, I'll be just fine. Time will heal, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain will wash my pain, oh yeah it will.&lt;br /&gt;It brings none but keeps me warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I will continue my journey, seek for my real sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Is it you am looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-458157945188529147?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/458157945188529147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-you-am-looking-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/458157945188529147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/458157945188529147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-you-am-looking-for.html' title='is it you am looking for?'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-7224666570691083334</id><published>2008-04-11T13:51:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:30:10.280+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sekawan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>what a ...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin pagi tiba-tiba seorang teman bertanya padaku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teman: kamu masih sama cowokmu?&lt;br /&gt;Aku: masih. why?&lt;br /&gt;Teman: Gpp, cuma mau nembak kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Aku: ??&lt;br /&gt;Teman: still there?&lt;br /&gt;Aku: wait. need time to laugh&lt;br /&gt;Teman: why?&lt;br /&gt;Aku: kita kan gak saling kenal. what if am a lesbian or a murderer?&lt;br /&gt;Teman: gak lucu. kita kan udah kenal lama. Apa gak cukup?&lt;br /&gt;Aku: seriously&lt;br /&gt;Teman: am serious. Aku suka sama perhatian yg kamu berikan ke aku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku: what? perhatian wajar sebagai teman kali. well, thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;Teman: am not just asking. jadi?&lt;br /&gt;Aku: jangan becanda deh. we're not in love&lt;br /&gt;Teman: ya terserah pendapatmu aja deh&lt;br /&gt;Aku: ??&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sampai sekarang tidak ada komunikasi lagi dengannya. Aaarggh! Mungkin dia marah, padahal aku suka berteman dengannya. Dia temen ngobrol yang asik. Maybe someday he'll understand that I need to get to know him better before get in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love anyway.&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&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/20037684085736910-7224666570691083334?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7224666570691083334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7224666570691083334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7224666570691083334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/what.html' title='what a ...?'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-7929699666091798004</id><published>2008-04-11T11:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:13:54.720+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>love me for I'll ask no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fight last night. I cried, for God sake I cried. Perhaps because I was too tired to deal with his ignorance. I am tired. But I just can't stop now. I need him still for no reason but love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said sorry, I said no worry. Love me for I'll ask no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray, oh my God do I pray. I pray for the love am struggling to have. I wish, damn wish we'll be fine. As the promise is still hangin' in the air, we'll walk this path better... or frustate trying. Don't give up nor give in, just don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, thank you for being there last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him. I miss his warm hugs and bitter kisses more ...&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&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/20037684085736910-7929699666091798004?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7929699666091798004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-me-for-ill-ask-no-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7929699666091798004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7929699666091798004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-me-for-ill-ask-no-more.html' title='love me for I&apos;ll ask no more'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-3618459106135855361</id><published>2008-04-10T22:57:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:25:32.770+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>sadness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn glad to hear your voice tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dku lagi sedih banget. Tadi pagi karena harus menolak dan malam ini karena ditolak. Jadi mendengar suaramu tadi betul-betul membuat jiwaku tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa dia tidak mau mencoba memahami? Kenapa dia begitu keras menolakku? Apa salahku? Kenapa dia begitu mirip kamu dulu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin berteriak. Memaki dan memohon. Melemparkan segala yang kini menyesakkan ini padanya. Aku lelah, aku sudah ingin berhenti. Jika dia tidak mau menggandengku dalam perjalanan ini, lalu kenapa dia mengajakku ketika aku sudah lama berhenti dan akan berbelok ke jalan lain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya ingin disapa dan dirindukan. Apa susahnya itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am sad, am missing him...&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&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/20037684085736910-3618459106135855361?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3618459106135855361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/sadness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3618459106135855361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3618459106135855361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/sadness.html' title='sadness...'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-7118680484435319096</id><published>2008-04-08T13:15:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:06:05.561+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tano niha'/><title type='text'>kamu, matahariku dan nias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back in Nias. Kalau biasanya disambut terik mentari, kali ini hawa dingin yang menyapa. Dan seperti yang sudah-sudah, hari pertama kedua ketiga --dan semoga hanya itu-- adalah hari yang berat karena dku homesick. Miss my home, my family, my nero and my sunshine. Well, I miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah...! Kangen dia yang akhir-akhir ini mencoba bersikap manis yang anehnya malah membuatku merasa dia jauh. Dia mencoba bersikap wajar dan terbatas. Yup, I hate this situation. I want my real sunshine back. Dia yang bisa dengan spontan membuatku ingin melompat ke pelukannya. Dia yang mencetuskan ide gila seketika lalu meralatnya kembali after the second thought without any guilty feeling. He, who sees a baby will solve our problem. Tp bukan dia yang pengen married dengan 3 wanita dan tinggal satu kamar itu. Bukan pula dia yang mencetuskan ide utk pergi ke Mesir. Ah, ini pasti gara-gara nonton film AAC. Uugh...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, kali ini religion matters. Perhaps because it's about the time. Sedangkan kita dulu kan enggak. Kita terlalu sibuk jatuh cinta jadi gak sempet membahas yang lain-lain. Kami jadi ikutan jengah tiap kali ada hal yang membuat dunia --it's really weird, for me-- bergesekkan soal keagamaan. Percaya gak percaya ya, misalnya nih ada kasus film Fitna yang heboh itu, bisa-bisanya coba dia jd bete sama aku dan hubungan kami. Apa salahku coba?! Gara-gara AAC itu tadi, bisa-bisanya jd pengen istri 3 dan pergi ke Mesir. Aaaaarrghhh...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya, little update from the friend of us who were crying last week. I visited her and she's alrite. She's fine. Thank God she's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan dku juga udah mencoba ikut tes masuk kuliah. Hmm... tinggal tunggu pengumuman. Kata Hepi sih, orang pinter kalah sama orang beruntung. Semoga dku punya cukup keberuntungan kali ini. Dan biarkan aku pergi kemana hati membawaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Nias. Ijinkan aku menikmati pulau ini 3 bulan lagi. Melawan homesick yang menggelitik nakal. Aku akan melangkah lagi, dengan segala keceriaan yang tersisa, dengan semangat untuk pergi... mencari matahariku. Nias adalah tempatku belajar menahan kerinduan atas pahit diciumnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&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/20037684085736910-7118680484435319096?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7118680484435319096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/kamu-matahariku-dan-nias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7118680484435319096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7118680484435319096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/kamu-matahariku-dan-nias.html' title='kamu, matahariku dan nias'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-8017258077988584842</id><published>2008-04-02T16:24:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:29:17.959+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sekawan'/><title type='text'>he loves her... he loves her not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night a best friend of me --and you- was crying. She told me things about what she got after months... even years of trust. It came to pass that her trust has been breached by a good--if not best-- friend of her, who is a good friend of me and you too. Our friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that a --good, if not best-- friend does. So dirty I could throw it away. So hurtful I would have cried for her. I just couldn't stand hearing her cried tears of ... things that a friend wouldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love has spread its wings for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will tell you about the things she cried. In near time when we meet. In a cozy lounge of books and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you there!&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-8017258077988584842?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8017258077988584842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/he-loves-her-he-loves-her-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8017258077988584842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8017258077988584842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/he-loves-her-he-loves-her-not.html' title='he loves her... he loves her not...'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-5241542606526409518</id><published>2008-04-01T16:25:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:31:40.734+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>tarot night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I couldn't sleep. Well, it was not because of my imsomniac, no. I couldn't sleep because of him and his ... his attitude. I was thinking about him, about the relationship that we have. You know what, I've lost him since the day I said yes. And I need no Tarot for telling me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarot said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I love him and he loves me then we live the rest of our lives but not together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You are not the one no matter how hard we try, we'll end up tired and exhausted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Got my point? Who needs Tarot?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, mungkin dku cuma perlu mendengarnya dari orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this day, his day, the day that has put me aside... gosh! is almost over and yet I hear nothing from him. Maybe am still a stranger in his world... can't blame him for he's still a passerby in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and what will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tarot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; say to you about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/20037684085736910-5241542606526409518?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5241542606526409518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/tarot-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5241542606526409518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5241542606526409518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/04/tarot-night.html' title='tarot night'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-8487164997930052778</id><published>2008-03-31T19:22:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:34:17.004+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>ajari aku bagaimana, please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Besok adalah hari yang penting untuknya. Dia sudah mempersiapkan besok sejak lama. Dia sudah sakit kepala demi besok sejak lama. Masih asing kah aku? sehingga tidak sedikitpun dia mau membaginya? Atau aku yang tidak tau caranya? Aku tau tentang besok dan semua jerih payahnya, tapi aku tidak tau bagaimana caranya bergabung dengannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mungkin aku hanya tau cara jatuh cinta. Seperti dulu ketika aku pun tidak tau bagaimana cara menghadapi hari-harimu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maaf, adakah yang bisa mengajariku? Karena aku sungguh ingin tau. Would you ...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-8487164997930052778?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8487164997930052778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/03/ajari-aku-bagaimana-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8487164997930052778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8487164997930052778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/03/ajari-aku-bagaimana-please.html' title='ajari aku bagaimana, please...'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-1039154929999438281</id><published>2008-03-27T20:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:39:14.839+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>happy birthday sweetpunk! love you so...</title><content type='html'>March 27, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy?&lt;br /&gt;Dku di Jogja, yup JOGJA!!! whehew... love it!&lt;br /&gt;Udah sejak seminggu lalu, sebelum Paskah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin ketemu kamu, hmm... entah kenapa mood ku lagi gak bagus, bawaannya bete dan jutekin kamu. Oya, Happy Belated Birthday sweetpunk! Love you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, am still with my sunshine yang entah kenapa semakin bersikap manis, meskipun kadar cueknya masih amit2. I love him too... that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaanywaay, banyak yg berubah, mess di Gusit mo pindahan ke daerah Tandrawana, kata Tinces sih enak lingkungannya, dan yg pasti banyak air. Yup, that's important, very... very.. importante. We'll see, apakah rumah itu akan membuatku pulang ke rumah. Atau aku memang sudah berada di rumah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you this much!&lt;br /&gt;Luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-1039154929999438281?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1039154929999438281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-sweetpunk-love-you-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/1039154929999438281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/1039154929999438281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-sweetpunk-love-you-so.html' title='happy birthday sweetpunk! love you so...'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-4617679233324927324</id><published>2008-03-15T20:17:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:41:40.308+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>:: the journey continues: take the first step in the new path ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini rasanya kok berlalu lama, bikin badan capek dan mata mengantuk. Udara lembab Gunungsitoli membuatku semakin sesak. Membuatku semakin ingin pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulang? Iya, hanya dua minggu mulai tanggal 20 Maret dan kembali tanggal 7 April. Akhirnya dku memutuskan utk mendaftar kuliah. Aku akan mengawali sebuah proses untuk melangkah keluar dari cangkangku, dari zona aman ini yang telah membungkusku rapat selama lima tahun. Selama ini aku dibuai, dididik, dilindungi. Mungkin sudah saatnya aku keluar, belajar dari tempat lain. Now, it's the time to take the first step in the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey needs to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway, klo nyumbang darah ke PMI dapet duit gak sih?&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin karena dku lagi capek, makanya rada sensitif, makanya sering enggak connect dengannya. Malahan ada lagi anggota baru yang melintas di hidupku. Pas lagi jutek-jutek gini malah dia mencetuskan soal Mesir. Ah...! Sempat juga aku mencetuskan soal kepastian dan ketidakpastian kami. Entah apa jadinya saat kami bertemu nanti. Kalau ditanya soal rasa, aku pun tidak berani menjawab lebih dari saat ini. Dan kurasa begitu pun dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami jatuh cinta di hari kemarin.&lt;br /&gt;Kami jatuh cinta pada hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;Kami takut jatuh cinta pada hari esok.&lt;br /&gt;Hari esok (mungkin) bukan milik kami,&lt;br /&gt;justru karena kami terlalu mencintaiNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... aaah! Sekarang lagi rapat koordinasi yang isinya dudulz semua... entah bagaimana kok banyak sekali masalah. Mana dku udah lapar kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-4617679233324927324?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4617679233324927324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/03/journey-continues-take-first-step-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4617679233324927324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4617679233324927324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/03/journey-continues-take-first-step-in.html' title=':: the journey continues: take the first step in the new path ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-9152020925278051519</id><published>2008-03-01T21:17:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:42:49.142+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>:: a year of absurdity --lovely! ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the feel of your name on my lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; And I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; The way that your fingers run through my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; And how your scent lingers even when you're not there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; (boyzone)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year of absurdity, can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having a conversation with you a year ago in Deket Rumah --ah that place always reminds me of you, too bad it closed down. Our conversation made you frustate but somehow taught me something. And am thinking about what you've said until today, a year later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still here, walking the same path that I've told you a year ago. I am still in the same confusion and lost in my own concept of life. But here I am, trying to walk this path better ... ---with you I used to wish-- but no, am with him now. And I thank God for his willing to walk by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One damn absurd year. Gosh! Never thought I walk this far. You gave up, you gave in after a year of ... love? Yes, I loved you and I love you still. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ah! Will he give up again this time?&lt;br /&gt;I trust him more, now as part of our commitment to walk this path better. I wish he will not give in again no matter how hard our journey would be. If ever I wanna give up, I wish he will stand by me and ask me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank him, for being damn patient with my restlessness. Thank him for loving me this much, I do want him to change a bit though &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/10.gif" /&gt; -- oh well, who needs no care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish to have other lovely years with my sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-9152020925278051519?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/9152020925278051519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/03/year-of-absurdity-lovely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/9152020925278051519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/9152020925278051519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/03/year-of-absurdity-lovely.html' title=':: a year of absurdity --lovely! ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-5170160866783128195</id><published>2008-02-29T21:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:45:47.580+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>:: gak ada sekolah murah, crap! ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini ngecek jadwal IELTS dan test masuk. Jadwalnya ok, masih bisa kuusahakan. Tapi... pas liat biayanya, alamaakk!! Setelah kuhitung-hitung ya, lebih besar biaya hidupnya dari pada biaya kuliahnya. Lagian aku akan bergantung murni pada tabungan, karena gak ada kerjaku di sana. Fuih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa juga UGM gak punya mata kuliah itu sih? Kalau ada kan dku gak usah mikir biaya hidup, belum lagi transportasi. Aaarrrghh! Emang bener, gak ada sekolah murah. Kata Txa, belajar jahit dan memasak ajah, lebih mudah daripada jadi &lt;em&gt;sworn translator&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi masak iya sih dku nyerah? Tabungan boleh abis, tapi cari cara buat ngisi lagi dunk :) Nah yang harus kupikirkan adalah cari kerja partime yg minimal bisa nambah pos makan dan kos. Hmm... susyah sih, tapi mana ada cari kerja gampang kan. Beberapa hal yang bisa kulakukan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;translating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;interpreting ( kudu dpt koneksi )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teaching (time? where? ada beberapa teman yg punya lembaga bahasa sih... must check!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kantoran (LSM lagi? hmm... mind the time, please! )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Sementara pikiran masih mentok di situ. Kudu diputuskan sebelum batas pendaftaran selesai. Gimana menurutmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... dalam keinginan untuk menyusuri jalan itu.&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-5170160866783128195?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5170160866783128195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/02/gak-ada-sekolah-murah-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5170160866783128195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5170160866783128195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/02/gak-ada-sekolah-murah-crap.html' title=':: gak ada sekolah murah, crap! ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-73867428899933607</id><published>2008-02-26T21:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:47:40.958+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>:: (im)perfectionist ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada loh orang yang begitu keras kepala karena dia perfectionist. Ya aku tau, kita termasuk. But you know what, sometimes, being a damn perfectionist is doing no good for others. The problem is when he/she doesn't want to ask for help for her/his inability, the result is imperfection that she/he can't accept. The imperfection will frustate him/her. His/her frustation is resulting disturbing behavior, which frustate others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a proverb says: communicate anytime anyhow. how difficult is that?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... hv u got my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-73867428899933607?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/73867428899933607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/02/imperfectionist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/73867428899933607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/73867428899933607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/02/imperfectionist.html' title=':: (im)perfectionist ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-9145520268698222689</id><published>2008-02-25T21:15:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:55:11.818+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>:: dalam dekapmu ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mendung merapat manja&lt;br /&gt;ketika angin resah menyapa.&lt;br /&gt;kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;sudah habiskah kata,&lt;br /&gt;sehingga tak lagi kita bercerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hujan belum lagi tiba,&lt;br /&gt;tapi kelam menarikku lebih dulu&lt;br /&gt;menuju kehampaan kala.&lt;br /&gt;diamlah...&lt;br /&gt;mari nikmati pelukan sepi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-9145520268698222689?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/9145520268698222689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/02/dalam-dekapmu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/9145520268698222689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/9145520268698222689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/02/dalam-dekapmu.html' title=':: dalam dekapmu ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-7063192809678171781</id><published>2008-02-13T21:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:58:48.233+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>:: 40 hari lagi kita bertemu? ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=""&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I first saw you, I saw love&lt;br /&gt;  And the first time you touched me, I felt love&lt;br /&gt;  And after all this time, you're still the one I love&lt;br /&gt;  (shania twain's you're still the one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    40 hari lagi bisakah kita bertemu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sebelum kamu berlayar dan aku terbang. Kita akan membelah dunia beriring meski tidak bersama. Dua insomniac yang merindukan bintang kala hujan.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Ingat soal pertanyaan yang kususun berbulan-bulan lalu?&lt;br /&gt;     Ingat tentang daftar yang kubuat berapa purnama lalu?&lt;br /&gt;     Daftar utk matahariku.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Kamu benar, kamu selalu benar. Tidak ada gunanya ditanyakan, cinta bukan soal hitung-hitungan matematika atau logika dasar. Meskipun semua daftar dan pertanyaan tdk jadi kutanyakan dan kuajukan, ajaibnya matahari tetap kembali. Dia yang pertama berhasil mengusik tenangku, munculkan riak yang tidak bisa kucegah, sejak kamu pergi. Dia yang juga pernah pergi namun kembali. Dia yang coba kuusir namun berkeras tinggal. Dia... dia ternyata masih belum mau beranjak dari duniaku. Dan aku ternyata masih merindukan hangat dekapnya. &lt;/span&gt;Maka kuijinkan dia tinggal.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     And you know what, we did not exchange any questions nor explanation. Tapi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looks like we made it&lt;br /&gt;Look how far we've come my baby&lt;br /&gt;We might've took the long way&lt;br /&gt;We knew we'd get there some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh. Terakhir kali kita bertemu Natal lalu di Kedai Poci dan meskipun di antara teman-teman pun the way you looked at me was still the same, there is always something in the way you look at me that I couldn't explain. Waktu itu kamu tertawa kala ku cerita tentang matahariku dan aku mencibir saat kamu ceritakan tentang barbie girl you wanna date with.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;... ah! Tidak bisakah kamu kembali? Sejenak saja supaya kau yakinkan kembali bahwa duniaku kini adalah dengan sinarnya, bukan lagi sinarmu. Because somehow, after all these 4.5 years, I still damn need you, though am over you. Nobody said it was easy. No one ever said it could be that hard. But hey, I've let you go. I did it. Come on, be happy for me Luv. Be happy that am in love with him now.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Seharusnya kamu bertemu dengannya. 40 hari lagi, sempatkah? Dan tertawalah sepuasmu atas matahari itu. Matahari angkuh yang selalu membuatku dahaga. Kalian begitu mirip. Kalian begitu membuatku terpesona, terluka, tertawa... dan hidup. Kalian membuatku mengenal kembali diriku. &lt;span style=""&gt;What more I expect, jika tanpa kalian aku hilang.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;40 hari lagi, sebentar saja, temui kami yang gelisah menunggu waktu menghempas. Kami, yang seperti kita dulu, mencoba bertahan hanya karena dekap sayang ini. Kami yang hanya dalam remang maya berbicara. Kami, meskipun dia matahari dan aku --masihkah bintang?-- tidak berani menebas terang dan terlalu takut pada kelam, hidup dalam dua kala yang berbeda. Yet we wanna try again. Perhaps this is naive, but we want to walk this path better. We expect less but we'll do more. We need no complaint but support, from you and all the folks we have. Sejak kapan? Sekarang, ketika aku kembali mencicipi pahit Marlboro merah di bibirnya? atau setahun yang lalu ketika kali pertama dia usik aku? atau 5 bulan yang lalu kala kami saling meninggalkan? Entahlah.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So close no matter how far&lt;br /&gt;    Couldn’t be much more from the heart&lt;br /&gt;    Forever trusting who we are&lt;br /&gt;    And nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;    (metallica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;... and I damn wish you were here!&lt;br /&gt;  miss the time when we smoked together.&lt;br /&gt;    luv,&lt;br /&gt;    -onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-7063192809678171781?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7063192809678171781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/02/40-hari-lagi-kita-bertemu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7063192809678171781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7063192809678171781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/02/40-hari-lagi-kita-bertemu.html' title=':: 40 hari lagi kita bertemu? ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-7302952495296865948</id><published>2008-02-09T21:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:00:47.657+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>:: 'till fa(i)t(h)e do us part ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;  Have you ever asked God's plan? What if ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Nias lovely Nias, home sweet hell...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yup, here I am, amidst the agas and semalambuo (spelling please...). Setelah seharian berjamur di Cengkareng kemarin, hari ini dku tiba di Nias. Ah, kembali ke pulau ini, kembali ke jaman batu. Sebenarnya enggak buruk-buruk kali sih, ada tawa canda teman-teman, ada jus (a)pokat nya TipTop, ada pantai, ada keheningan yang menantang.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ah rindu --yang disertai kejengkelan-- yup, am still trying to figure out what's on his mind. Setelah memutuskan utk berkompromi dengan segala ke-absurd-an sikapnya, ternyata dku masih sering emosi juga. Ah...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dunno how long this absurdity will last, one thing for sure, we'll walk this path better, or frustate trying, 'till fa(i)t(h)e do us part.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The taste of his cigar has changed, not bitter nor sweeter, yet enough to feed my restlessness. I wish... damn wish not only the cigarette that changed but he... his ignorance too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  wish you were here and share me his ignorance. Miss him much!&lt;br /&gt;  luv,&lt;br /&gt;  -onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-7302952495296865948?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7302952495296865948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/02/till-faithe-do-us-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7302952495296865948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7302952495296865948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/02/till-faithe-do-us-part.html' title=':: &apos;till fa(i)t(h)e do us part ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-2311183164407232395</id><published>2008-02-06T21:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:01:43.296+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>:: good news, bad news, shit happens, love happens... ::</title><content type='html'>February 06, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;(ditengah keputusasaan membuat 3-years report dku menulis ini hiks...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering February, after a very hectic January, kerjaan dan tetekbengeknya mulai nampak dari imbas overload di bulan lalu -- as I've told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, bad news, shit happens, love happens... hmm many things yg belum sempat kusampaikan padamu. Mungkin kita harus duduk bersama dan akan kutumpahkan padamu apapun yg kamu mau dengar atau yang harus kutumpahkan dari pikiran yg (baru sebulan) sudah butuh re-charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, Dita is joining the project so I have partner again. Hope she will contribute a lot :p Personal good news: I know one truth, an important truth that I know by coincidence. No, I won't tell you, let it be my dirty litle secret. Let's say that the news has helped me mapping my situation. At least I won't hear the same song all the time. You are smiling now, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news? some shit happens, oh well let's differentiate between the two. Bad news is I haven't met you :( I miss you a lot! I need to see you smile at me. Bad news is some folks messed things up, unimportant but disturbing. We need to find a way out, oh I know, you'll suggest me to be the peacemaker, won't you? Nope, count me out this time, I have enough burden to ease, though it's damn tempting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about "shit happens", I lost my gadgets, 3 cellphones!!! Crap! Oh well, shit happens. Tp udah dpt gantinya sih, much better :D enggak semahal yg kubayangkan whehew... oh by the way, on the process of finding new gadget, I've suceeded messing up one of his days haha... he was so sweet that day. No, it is one of "shit happens". Kayaknya lebih enak klo dku cerita langsung deh bukan lewat surat gini hehe... soalnya pengen liat cengiran lebarmu sekaligus jitakan sayangmu hahaha... so kapan kita bertemu? saat Adam memberikan rusuknya pada Hawa? atau ketika Tuhan mengambil dari Adam tanpa sepengetahuannya? Halah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh, we can stop dreaming, but we can't stop loving. Come on... you know it's true. Even if am hooking up with someone or you're dating a barbie girl, still... love is hangin' in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, the love haha... at this part you may laugh and mock me, go ahead Luv, I know you just can't stand not to do that things you do. Well yes, the sun is shining my world. Well, he's still the same man I care. Dunno where this path lead us, but one thing for sure, we'll walk this path better. One honesty that followed by thousands lies. What's good about it? ask me not, I don't know, but God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a jumping-ideas-letter, isn't it? Oh well, shit happens, life is not always easy, like this letter hehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... dan mari kita bertemu,  bahkan sebelum Adam dan Hawa menyadari rasa iri kita.&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-2311183164407232395?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2311183164407232395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-news-bad-news-shit-happens-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/2311183164407232395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/2311183164407232395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-news-bad-news-shit-happens-love.html' title=':: good news, bad news, shit happens, love happens... ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-2750803739747343338</id><published>2008-01-16T21:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:46:51.746+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveler&apos;s tale'/><title type='text'>:: enjoy Bangkok from 4th floor ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy?&lt;br /&gt;Smoga jauh lebih sehat daripada dku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... sialnya dku masih demam, jd blom bisa menikmati Bangkok. Jangankan jalan keluar kampus, nyari makan di kantin dan masuk kelas aja harus susah payah. Batuk udah mendingan, tp pilek masih, pusing dan migrain masih, badan panas masih juga... aaarrgghhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana kerjaan dan PR masih banyak lagi, uuurrghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss ya,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-2750803739747343338?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2750803739747343338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/01/enjoy-bangkok-from-4th-floor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/2750803739747343338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/2750803739747343338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/01/enjoy-bangkok-from-4th-floor.html' title=':: enjoy Bangkok from 4th floor ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-1881859400576680700</id><published>2008-01-14T21:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:46:51.747+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveler&apos;s tale'/><title type='text'>:: my visit to another big city; tempting atmosphere ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy?&lt;br /&gt;You looked damn nice and acted indeed nice that night, when we had our reunion with our folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing new, basically. Well, am traveling these days. It's pretty much tiring, actually.&lt;br /&gt;This is my second day in Bangkok, yet am having cough and stomachache. I made mistake by turning on the AC last night, and either the wrong dish I had for lunch this afternoon or the fruits. No worry, after a good rest tonight, I will be okay tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok is just another big city. After a long queue at the immigration &amp;amp; visa control, I jumped into a cab and went to Kasetsart campus. Oh by the way, Suvarnabhumi is a friendly airport, you can get visa and taxi in nice way. After a fast move along the highway, I saw buildings and "welcome to Bangkok city" said the driver. "Am in Jakarta", I thought. Only the language and written products are in Thai, which has made me in complete lost of translation. Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kasetsart Campus, where am staying and studying, is lovely. So... academical. Living in this place has brought me the desire to get my master, which is my dream these days. Translation study will definitely the one I will enroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class today was fun. I have a lot to catch, but I'll be fine and try to be more focus tomorrow. My classmates are nice. Oh by the way, Rose is currently dealing with 2 books and compiling report of 6 countries project reports!! Who said am overwhelmed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I feel the need to mention it, there are so many plump dogs around the campus, they are damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some good points I got in the class today, one is: I enjoy writing report when I have time", well... who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One new thing is Fog Index --it's a crazy way to group people based on what they read and their education level. Phew! Gotta try that. You can find it somewhere in wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, Neil Kendrick, my instructor said "problem doesn't go away, it transform into another problem", is it true? or just a pessimistic point of view?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem: I have limited cash, both bath and dollar, yet I saw a bank and two money exchange. Let's try my luck tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These today conclusion: I enjoy this course as much as I enjoy the campus. The nuance for God sake... damn tempting! Is it a signal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No complaint on the dinner. Delicious. Price? Just the same with we have in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta have some rest. Good night dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-1881859400576680700?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1881859400576680700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-visit-to-another-big-city-tempting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/1881859400576680700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/1881859400576680700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-visit-to-another-big-city-tempting.html' title=':: my visit to another big city; tempting atmosphere ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-8096649383368057703</id><published>2008-01-03T21:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:03:27.353+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sekawan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>January 03, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;Sugeng Warsa Enggal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2008.&lt;br /&gt;December has passed and yet I said nothing about the question. Like I said months ago, moment nya udah lewat, pertanyaan itu udah keselip entah di antara lembar-lembar cerita yang menumpuk berdebu di sudut angan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sudahlah, mari memulai tahun yang baru dengan resolusi baru. Hmm... speaking of resolution, niatnya sih mo kontemplasi di tempat libur kemarin tp pada kenyataannya eh malah bermain air ria haha... kehujanan gtu loh. Jd resolusi dibuat dalam hati saja. Isi resolusiku taon ini gak jauh beda dengan tahun lalu kok, cuma level kepentingannya lebih urgent wekwkqkq... Ya secara Ibunda udah wanti-wanti, so I must get hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aannywaaay, liburan kemaren berhasil kami lalui dengan baik, sehat dan... fun...fun..fun!! despite the long way to go, cost and flood along the way... we really...really... had fun!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... poto-potonya menyusul yakk, soalnya blom sempat download dari kamera. waah... last trip was really fun. Psstt... I bought a new gown, it's maroon &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/105.gif" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta split, masih mo nerusin kerjaan sebentar sebelum siap-siap buat reunian kita ntar malam hehe... can't wait to meet you, smoga kamu jadi datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-8096649383368057703?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8096649383368057703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8096649383368057703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8096649383368057703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-7671944435368727364</id><published>2007-12-09T21:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:48:27.789+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>:: nasi goreng minimalis ala Tinces ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berikut resep Nasi Goreng Minimalis yang dimasak Tinces tadi pagi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 siung bawang putih&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 siung bawang merah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 batang&lt;em&gt; loncang&lt;/em&gt; atau dalam bahasa umum, daun bawang atau daun bawang prei or whatever you called it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;garam secukupnya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bubuk merica secukupnya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bubuk ketumbar secukupnya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kecap seadanya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saos tomat seadanya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nasi putih --sisa masak semalam masih cukup untuk 5 orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Panaskan minyak goreng di wajan. Bawang putih, bawang merah dan daun bawang prei dicincang lalu ditumis sampai harum, masukkan garam, merica, ketumbar, saos tomat dan kecap, masak sesaat lalu masukkan nasi putih. Masak sampai bumbu tercampur rata dengan nasi. Gak usah dicicipi, karena pasti ada ketidaksinkronan antara bumbu dan kuota nasi putih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika tersedia, akan lezat jika diberi lauk telur dadar atau ceplok, abon, tahu dllnya. Semua sisa makanan semalam &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/67.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, selamat mencoba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: dku gak bertanggungjawab apabila timbul efek samping seperti: sakit perut karena masih lapar, sakit perut kekenyangan, sakit perut karena keracunan makanan basi --makanya diperiksa dulu masih layak dimasak lagi apa enggak dunk, sakit perut karena pagi tadi blom boker, dan kontraindikasi lainnya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-7671944435368727364?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7671944435368727364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/12/nasi-goreng-minimalis-ala-tinces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7671944435368727364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7671944435368727364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/12/nasi-goreng-minimalis-ala-tinces.html' title=':: nasi goreng minimalis ala Tinces ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-8455811520987528857</id><published>2007-12-09T21:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:03:48.487+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tano niha'/><title type='text'>:: update from Tano Niha ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berikut beberapa updates dari Tano Niha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sariawan yang nangkring manis udah berangsur pulih, thank God. Meskipun masih menghambat proses mengunyah makanan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Panas dalam makin parah, barusan dku diputuskan menderita paringitis atau radang pada pharynx or whatever it names pokoknya buat nelan sakit banget, jadilah makin gagal kian program transisi dari bony ke slim. Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Itok sayang Itok malang was dead. Somebody killed him couple of weeks ago. It's true, don't waste your tears babe. Cuma nyesel aja blom sempat motret dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finaly I've done the promised itinerary for the RudjakLovers' Days Out. It definitely will be the best way to end this year, won't it? The RudjakLovers will have some fun, ough yess!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kelas Bahasa Inggris belum dilanjutkan lagi karena: 1) dku lagi menderita sariawan dan paringitis jd gak bisa neriakin murid-murid nakal --see points above; dan 2) dku dan murid-murid juga lagi pada sering ke desa so we couldn't hold class, kalopun balik ke Gunungsitoli pastinya udah pada capek so gak efektif lah ya buat belajar --shit, dku ketularan tata bahasa yg ehm... kacaw.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of kelas Bahasa Inggris, kami mendapat teman baru: Jablay, siswi veteran pindahan dari Terminal Blok M. Belum juga masuk kelas sudah bertekad akan menurunkan ketua kelas yang saat ini dijabat oleh Pastur. What's wrong with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tadi pagi Tinces masak nasi goreng minimalis (resep bisa didapatkan di posting berikutnya). Not bad at all, thanks sist!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Semalam beberapa dari kami --ehm, termasuk dku--- harus memperbaiki evaluasi staf. Tinces dan Marinces dengan gembira ria dan puas ngerjain kami yang mengulang. Crap!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oya, kalkulator kesayangan maskot dari segala sumpah serapah sempat disandera oleh Reppa, namun demi usaha penyelamatan melalui teriakan, bujuk rayu dan makian yang kami lontarkan padanya maka dengan berat hati kalkulator berharga tersebut dia kembalikan. Phew! Kalkulator tersebut istimewa karena dia menyuarakan isi hati dan pikiran kami tepat bagaimana kami ingin mengekspresikannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neva thought that this update will be this long &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/71.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta split now, wanna get the promised recipe posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-8455811520987528857?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8455811520987528857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/12/update-from-tano-niha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8455811520987528857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8455811520987528857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/12/update-from-tano-niha.html' title=':: update from Tano Niha ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-6671148466738669438</id><published>2007-12-09T21:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:13:51.064+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>:: plan to get these letters a new house ::</title><content type='html'>December 09, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, am thinkin' of having all of these letters a new house i.e. in my newest blog in wordpress --I don't remember the address, but I will get it for you as soon as I remember the password &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" /&gt; --alright, it's not that new, it's been a year ago and yet --as long as I remember-- I haven't put anything in it. In order to get into the blog, I have to log in first, haven't I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second problem is, I have to get myself familiar with the setting and template and so on and so forth. Well, as I consider myself as fast learner --here I comes with narcism haha...-- it will not take long time if... only I succeeded in the log in part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third problem: well, this is definitely a technical problem that will trouble me due to unstable wireless connection I have here and my limited time, because... I have about&lt;strong&gt; 60&lt;/strong&gt; letters to move! And when the hell do I have the time to do that?? Did somebody know how to do it fast and neat? Please leave your email address in the comment and I'll gladly contact you. Does WordPress has an import setting or something like facebook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth problem: mm.. no, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-6671148466738669438?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6671148466738669438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/12/plan-to-get-these-letters-new-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6671148466738669438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6671148466738669438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/12/plan-to-get-these-letters-new-house.html' title=':: plan to get these letters a new house ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-6748502644947291884</id><published>2007-12-07T21:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:15:49.389+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>:: sariawan gila ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuurgh!! dku lg sariawan akibat panas dalam hiks... perih banget, makan jd gak asik. pdhal lg semangat makan buanyakk biar untuk mempercepat proses transisi dari bony ke slim :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah dua hari neeh. Posisinya strategis, gedenya sih gak seberapa tp karena lokasi mapan maka gampang banget kegigit jd kapan sembuhnya dunk :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv yaaa...&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-6748502644947291884?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6748502644947291884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/12/sariawan-gila.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6748502644947291884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6748502644947291884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/12/sariawan-gila.html' title=':: sariawan gila ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-5171305329497724900</id><published>2007-12-01T21:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:15:49.390+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>:: English is Fun ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! Tadi pagi gempa lumayan besar... dku jd takut. Kata beberapa sumber di Internet yg ditemukan oleh Om Genjrenk sih sekitar 6.2 ah entahlah dku blm ingin tahu, ntar tambah ngeri. Seharian ini dku deg-deg-an terus, soalnya keingat pas gempa di Jogja, duh ngeri! Semoga semua akan baik-baik saja, aaahh tak berhenti kami berdoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah reda tawa lelah kami, kegiatan berlanjut seperti biasa. Naah serunya pada sore sampai malam barusan, kami belajar bahasa Inggris bersama hehe... kali ini tidak dengan grammar atau tenses tapi mendengarkan lagu. Hari ini ada tiga lagu yang kuminta mereka melengkapi. Hmm... seru banget, mereka sangat bersemangat hihi... Besok rencananya kami akan belajar tentang "giving opinion". Semoga tetap seru seperti hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis belajar bahasa Inggris dku jd lapar hehe... makan dulu yakk :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to seeing you again!&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-5171305329497724900?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5171305329497724900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/12/english-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5171305329497724900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5171305329497724900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/12/english-is-fun.html' title=':: English is Fun ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-7793222004955586542</id><published>2007-11-29T21:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:20:31.310+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tano niha'/><title type='text'>:: lost in translation ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi ini kami sedang mencari sebuah judul untuk film dokumenter program di Tolu Dusun. Pastur mengirimkan sms ke beberapa rekan yang asli Nias, isi pesan: &lt;strong&gt;Tolu Dusun Siap Siaga, apa bahasa Nias-nya? yang singkat ya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tema: Desa Moawo sino tohona aboto badodo wangi'ila wame'e fanolo ba niha mbanua na alua bencana&lt;br /&gt;Tema: huruf "o" nya ada yg pakai titik dua di atas nya ya mas.&lt;br /&gt;Pastur: ???&lt;br /&gt;Binti: nanti siang bisa mas? sy pikir-pikir dulu&lt;br /&gt;Pastur: batu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastur lalu bertanya pada Kakak Janitor.&lt;br /&gt;Ka'e: siap siap itu Mama'ano, kayak kita lapar kan, maka siap-siap kenyang dulu.&lt;br /&gt;Pastur: lau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastur kemudian mengkonfirmasi jawaban Ka'e ke masyarakat Tolu Dusun melalui Darmi.&lt;br /&gt;Darmi: dab, aku ... &amp;amp;^%$#@!!! blah...blah...blah...&lt;br /&gt;Pastur mendengarkan curahan hati Darmi dengan sabar. Batu juga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe: sudahlah, kita cari padanan kata saja.&lt;br /&gt;Perra: kami apa bahasa niasnya?&lt;br /&gt;Ka'e: ya'aga&lt;br /&gt;Pastur mendapat ide: ya'aga siap siaga, Tolu Dusun Onolimbu Raya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problem solved. case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-7793222004955586542?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7793222004955586542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/lost-in-translation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7793222004955586542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/7793222004955586542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/lost-in-translation.html' title=':: lost in translation ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-3978255981810470903</id><published>2007-11-28T21:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:22:35.134+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>:: addicted to you -- jus (a)pokat ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asli dku ketagihan jus (a)pokat nya TipTop abis uenaakkk betul! Jd semalam meskipun udah lewat jam 10 tetap dibela-belain beli hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... apa yg menarikmu sehingga mengirim kabar? aroma dji sam soe yang dua hari terakhir kukepulkan kah? or simply like Bretz said, by heart? Aneh aja kan, dua bulan lebih gak da kabar tiba-tiba semalam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;onk: kemarin pas beli maem bareng Bretz kmi ngliat cowok mirip banget sama kamu, beneran!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;luv: WHAAA!! pasti dia pernah ktemu aku trus terpana ma penampilanku trus meniruku habis-habisan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onk: sembarangan! dku jg kaget, emang sial, udah jauh-jauh ke Nias &lt;em&gt;wealah weruh bentukmu maneh &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/77.gif" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;luv: wee.. jgn salah, gini2 ngangeni lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onk: asem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt; luv: wekekekekek... wis ngangeni, mempesona, menggairahkan, menggoda, menggiurkan, berkharisma dan laen sebagainya ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;mesti bar ndelok wong kui njuk kangen kro aku tow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;*D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onk: menyebalkan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt; luv: hehehe... tnang2 jgn mutung... ntar tambah kangen lo hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onk: aargh! sudahlah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt; luv: heheheheehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onk: luuuv...!!! rasane pengen &lt;em&gt;ngethaki&lt;/em&gt; kmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt; luv: kethak saja yg ada di dekatmu. klo gak keturutan bisa kebawa mimpi lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Kiwil langsung memaki saat dku dengan gemas mau &lt;em&gt;ngethak&lt;/em&gt; kepalanya. Aah mau gak mau dku antara sebel dan geli semalaman uugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the taste of your bittersweet cigar.&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-3978255981810470903?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3978255981810470903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/addicted-to-you-jus-apokat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3978255981810470903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3978255981810470903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/addicted-to-you-jus-apokat.html' title=':: addicted to you -- jus (a)pokat ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-2879824552793034778</id><published>2007-11-27T21:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:24:36.099+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>:: It's Raining Man, Halleluyaa!!! ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dku lg seneng, secara dpt pasokan dark chocolate 3 batang gede...yummy! Dari kemarin kutimang-timang, dicium aromanya, mo dimakan sayang hihi... kmu kan tahu sejarahnya kenapa dku sangat butuh bittersweet chocolate, jd maklum klo hidup jd enggak asik tanpanya. Sempet sih cari pengganti tp yg ada cuma dji sam soe dan marlboro merah hahaha... kamu banget kan? Tenang pak, dku tetep bertahan enggak ngopi pahit kok ^^'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandi bebek..mandi kucing... iya memang, lah air gak ada, mo gimana? boker aja susyaaaahh!! Tadi pagi udah ujan sebentar, air yg terkumpul cuma cukup buat cuci piring :( mendung sekarang, tp kayak kata almarhum Chrisye: mendung tak berarti hujan... crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...hujanlah..hujanlah..." --td pagi udah menarikan tarian memanggil hujan dengan Perra dan Babe yg dilanjutkan dengan berkat palsu TotoChan haha... ---ehh HUJAN!!! PRAISE the LORD!! --dan aku yakin, hujan ini gak ada hubungannya dengan tarian hujan kami tadi pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oya, semalam gak jd nelpon, soalnya pas mo nelpon ada gempa hehe... jd lupa deh. Lagi sering gempa neh, meskipun kecil skalanya tp ngeri juga kan, sebentar-sebentar alarm gempa bersiul nyaring :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sukacita dalam belaian mendung!&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-2879824552793034778?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2879824552793034778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-raining-man-halleluyaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/2879824552793034778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/2879824552793034778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-raining-man-halleluyaa.html' title=':: It&apos;s Raining Man, Halleluyaa!!! ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-2223617674940137236</id><published>2007-11-26T21:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:29:27.883+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tano niha'/><title type='text'>:: ...bete vs jus (a)pokat... ::</title><content type='html'>November 26, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;...aaarrggh akhirnya aku kembali menulis lagi untukmu, secara aku bingung mau nulis buat siapa lagi kalau bukan kamu, sebel-sebel-sebel... apa arti pamitku kala lalu? nonsense abis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matahari bodoh...matahari bodoh... aku mengutuk matahari yang bersinar sangat panas seminggu terakhir. Bak air kering dan jalan berdebu aaaahh... enggak asik! --&gt; jd malas nulis buat matahari, pdhal apa hubungannya coba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi sore kan niat mo jalan nyari juice avocado (baca: jus pokat, secara Nias gtu loh), udah bete banget di depan laptop, yg kubayangkan sih begitu keluar kantor dapet udara fresh, wealah yg ada jalanan depan kantor berdebu abis, enggak dapat fresh - dapat ISPA! Bareng Pastur menuju TipTop [jus (a)pokat nya uenaaakkk!!!], mampir beli martabak mesir hihi... lutuna, lalu ke anggrek beli UC lalu antri beli nasi goreng hihi... wisata kuliner di gunungsitoli. di TipTop dku jd inget kemaren malam pas makan bareng Tinces dan Retces di TipTop kami ketemu cowok yang mirip banget sama kamu, nah kan pasti kamu gak percaya, sueeerrr dah! iya, mana ada bentuk ajaib berulang di dunia ini kan? di Nias pula, ampyun deh bentuk kalian muiriiip poll. ...uugh... jd kangen kamu! sebel-sebel... eh ntar malam nelpon kamu ah hehe... tp nunggu murah-meriahnya simpati yakk hahaha... tp males ah ntar kmu ke-ge-er-an...tp kangen...nelpon...enggak...nelpon...enggak... nelpon... eng... dstnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gini nih kalau kemalaman di kantor tanpa alasan jelas but work. Nulis juga enggak jelas mo nulis apa, browsing juga udah bete, mulai dari online mass media-blog-blog sinting-nyari lirik lagu-sampai foto-foto artis gak jelas ... aaarrrghhhh! Hasilnya kerjaan enggak kelar eh mata udah pedes duluan. Abis udah capek kerja mlulu, badan juga enggak enak, mo tidur bau tai ayam dari peternakan sebelah ...aaaarggghh!! lagi hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulisan ini harusnya dijudulin "aaaarrghhh!" abis kebanyakan aarrrghh! sih daripada kata-kata laennya, udah gtu isinya keluhaaaann mlulu, ikutan bete gak sih situ bacanya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah ah, mo balik ke mess... aaargghh... males banget, pdhal klo ada hujan dan bak air penuh kan gak perlu balik ke mess ...aarrgghh! oya satu lagi yg bikin bete: kran air di bak air rusak, trus sisa air yg berharga itu dengan sia-sia dipake nguras bak sama kakak janitor coba! ...aaargggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...aaa... mm enggak ah, udah kebanyakan hehe...&lt;br /&gt;kangen kamu Luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-2223617674940137236?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2223617674940137236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/bete-vs-jus-apokat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/2223617674940137236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/2223617674940137236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/bete-vs-jus-apokat.html' title=':: ...bete vs jus (a)pokat... ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-8186006547732623843</id><published>2007-11-26T21:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:31:39.764+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>:: hujanlah...::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv, matahariku yang (kuharap) menerangi duniaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matahari,&lt;br /&gt;bukan aku tak ingin sinarmu,&lt;br /&gt;hangatmu pun kucinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hujan memang mengaburkanmu,&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku suka hujan,&lt;br /&gt;biar segar  udara duniaku,&lt;br /&gt;dan penuh bak airku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menari anganku bersama hujan,&lt;br /&gt;belai mendung yang buatku rindu.&lt;br /&gt;...ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matahariku sayang, mengalahlah sejenak,&lt;br /&gt;biar hujan turun dengan riang,&lt;br /&gt;untuk membasuh mimpi yang kekeringan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-8186006547732623843?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8186006547732623843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/hujanlah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8186006547732623843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8186006547732623843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/hujanlah.html' title=':: hujanlah...::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-8747207841850664167</id><published>2007-11-22T20:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:55:32.464+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my lens'/><title type='text'>:: mengencani imajinasi, kata Bennet ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCQs0O10d_I/AAAAAAAAACw/vNUl-g9XGnY/s1600-h/a+pencil+a+paper+and+an+apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCQs0O10d_I/AAAAAAAAACw/vNUl-g9XGnY/s320/a+pencil+a+paper+and+an+apple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198329145741047794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 November 2007,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Matahari, luv of my restless soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa kbr?&lt;br /&gt;sungguh, apa kabarmu?&lt;br /&gt;Sudah berapa malam kita tdk lagi berbincang? Ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya dku bisa kembali duduk dan mensarikan perjalanan dan kembali mengerjakan PR lama hehe... ingat hal yg membuat perutku mulas? yup, pekerjaan yg enggak kelar-kelar juga, apapun alasannya, yep-yep perutku mulas sekarang hihihi... karena setelah ini tertata dan kelelahan terobati, perjalanan lain telah menanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudahlah, dku sdg tdk ingin menulis soal kerjaan, sudah cukuplah 90% dokumen di laptop berisi kerjaan, biar 10% ini kugunakan utk merengkuh imajinasi yang menari di tepi mimpi. Mimpi akan kamu? hmm... akhir-akhir ini sering aku bermimpi tentang kamu, entah kenapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memimpikanmu, apakah berarti merindukanmu? Dku bahkan sudah mengurungkan niatku untuk bertanya padamu. Dku justru sedang bertanya pada diriku sendiri. Jadi tak perlu kamu membungkam tanyaku, karena pun tak jadi kulontarkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah kamu merasa tak berdaya? Bernapas dalam kesesakan karena terlalu lelah merindu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: happy birthday untuk matahariku yg lalu, dunia siapa yg kmu sinari sekarang? masihkah merindukanku? ...ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-8747207841850664167?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8747207841850664167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/mengencani-imajinasi-kata-bennet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8747207841850664167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8747207841850664167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/mengencani-imajinasi-kata-bennet.html' title=':: mengencani imajinasi, kata Bennet ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCQs0O10d_I/AAAAAAAAACw/vNUl-g9XGnY/s72-c/a+pencil+a+paper+and+an+apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-5753728374470365964</id><published>2007-11-10T20:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:51:40.877+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>:: today fact ::</title><content type='html'>November 10, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakta yang kutemukan pagi ini, saat gerimis dan dingin berlomba menyapa:&lt;br /&gt;1. bulu ketiak yang ingin tumbuh namun tidak berhasil dapat menyebabkan pembengkakan dan radang kelenjar&lt;br /&gt;2. komunikasi bisa dilakukan dengan lancar meskipun satu sama lain tidak saling memahami bahasa yang digunakan&lt;br /&gt;3. tumpuklah piutang sebanyak-banyaknya maka suatu saat bakalan ada yg menawarimu iPod shuffle for free :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say, I luv yaa!&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-5753728374470365964?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5753728374470365964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-fact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5753728374470365964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5753728374470365964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-fact.html' title=':: today fact ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-5201597489174261805</id><published>2007-11-05T20:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:51:40.878+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>:: oposisi dari asam lambung, dkk ::</title><content type='html'>Bak Air -- November 05, 2007&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Saat menulis ini dku sedang berada di tengah-tengah rapat, believe me or not, it's sunday and we're having meeting. It's been 5 hours dan blom ada tanda rapat ini bakalan selesai. Well, gpp sih... cuma udah nguantukz berat neh.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ah asam lambung udah lama gak kumat, thank God. Tapii... ada beberapa hal yg membuat perutku mulas dan/atau gemas yang berlebihan:&lt;br /&gt;  1) kerjaan yg gak beres, apapun alasannya. duh...!&lt;br /&gt;  2) penasaran tp gak nemu jawabannya&lt;br /&gt;  3) berita gak jelas yg berdampak panjang --blame all gossipers and rumpi people!&lt;br /&gt;  4) sikapmu yg gak jelas. --mampus kau!--&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aanywaay, dku lg niat makan buah-buahan akhir-akhir ini, so dku nyetok apel hehe... apel ijo is the best! --cuma td lg pengen apel merah jd sekilo dpt dua jenis: merah dan ijo. Bicara soal stok makanan, hmm... gak sengaja nyetok cereal (terdiri dari: energen, oatmeal &amp;amp; milo) kebanyakan hehe... bisa-bisa sampe Desember gak perlu beli bahan baku cereal lagi :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Secara ada yg punya D40 baru ya td siang diresmikan dengan berburu bersama, tim hari ini terdiri dari: Ambyar (mo berburu apa berenang mas?), Bretz (ihikz... masih muluz) &amp;amp; pak Jum (nuwuns yes buat muter2nya)... and we had fun!&lt;br /&gt;  Pada acara berburu kali ini dku kembali belajar soal custom WB, which resulted blue sky... oh senangnya!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Eh balik ke rapat repet dulu yes. hihihi...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  whoaaa...emmm...nyam..nyam...&lt;br /&gt;  luv,&lt;br /&gt;  -onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-5201597489174261805?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5201597489174261805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/oposisi-dari-asam-lambung-dkk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5201597489174261805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5201597489174261805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/oposisi-dari-asam-lambung-dkk.html' title=':: oposisi dari asam lambung, dkk ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-5809276616073570818</id><published>2007-11-03T19:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:35:38.380+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>:: love is always love ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl class="body"&gt;&lt;dt class="post-head"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="post-body"&gt;    &lt;div class="image-wrapper"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="content-wrapper"&gt;November 03, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know when you gave your love away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It opens your heart, everything is new &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you know time will always find a way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To let your heart believe it's true &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know love is everything you say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A whisper, a word, promises you give &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You feel it in the heartbeat of the day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know this is the way love is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--credit to Enya's Amarantine--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kemarin aku berbicara soal bahasa komunitas sehingga menghasilkan sebuah niat untukku membuat daftar, saat ini aku kembali terusik karena ternyata semua yg kucantumkan dalam daftar itu semata-mata berasal dari apa yg kurasakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi bisa jadi kan semua itu hanya imajinasi dan rasaku belaka? semua logika menjadi absurd. Maka daftar itu menjadi tidak valid lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah tapi biarlah... apapun itu mungkin hanya akan menjadi catatanku saja, pun jika pertanyaan tdk jadi kulontarkan. At least am learning to hear the click sound. Lepas dari siapa yg kamu cari, justru aku yang harus kembali bertanya pada diriku sendiri: Is it you, the one am looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pikiranku...&lt;br /&gt;rasaku...&lt;br /&gt;akankah kutujukan padamu seorang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in lovesick absurdity.&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-5809276616073570818?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5809276616073570818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-is-always-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5809276616073570818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5809276616073570818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-is-always-love.html' title=':: love is always love ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-8113548724071026434</id><published>2007-11-02T00:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:37:31.247+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>:: ...sepi... ::</title><content type='html'>November 01, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tik...tok...tik...&lt;br /&gt;mengantuk menunggu&lt;br /&gt;uugh... kenapa hari ini sepi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diam...&lt;br /&gt;tenang...&lt;br /&gt;aaargh! aku menjerit sudah.&lt;br /&gt;apakah kamu mendengarnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matamu...&lt;br /&gt;senyummu...&lt;br /&gt;ada apa di situ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pikiranmu...&lt;br /&gt;rasamu...&lt;br /&gt;bolehkah kutahu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: kerjaan masih banyak tp pikiranku sudah di kasur, hiks... ngantuk banget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-8113548724071026434?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8113548724071026434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/sepi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8113548724071026434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/8113548724071026434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/11/sepi.html' title=':: ...sepi... ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-69870362683750071</id><published>2007-11-01T00:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:39:44.024+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>:: aku dan kamu = kita? ::</title><content type='html'>Bak Air -- October 31, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it me you looking for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it you, the one am looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Pertanyaan sederhana yang tdk bisa kutemukan jawabannya dengan mudah. Apakah yang kamu lakukan memang kamu tujukan padaku saja ataukah memang seperti itu bahasa komunitasmu? Apakah kamu menyadari ada bola yang kutawarkan? ataukah ia lepas begitu saja dari perhatianmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... baiklah, aku memang bodoh dalam hal-hal seperti ini, tapi aku mau belajar. Mulai hari ini aku akan membuat daftar atas semua yang pernah dan kamu lakukan padaku: baik secara verbal, segala percakapan yg langsung maupun melalui media komunikasi; dan non-verbal, ...ah yg ini susyah krn subjective sekali. Tapi karena ini adalah daftarku maka suka-suka-ku kan mau mencantumkan apa haha...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daftar ini akan kumulai dengan:&lt;br /&gt;1. ... --hmm rahasia aja deh--&lt;br /&gt;wkqkwkwk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan ketika kita bertemu nanti akan kusodorkan daftar ini dan pertanyaanku. Yup, I will shoot the question, supaya tidak sia-sia rasaku. Apapun jawabanmu, jangan khawatirkan apapun, I will act as if have nothing to lose. Am damn good in acting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunggu aku dua purnama lagi.&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-69870362683750071?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/69870362683750071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/aku-dan-kamu-kita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/69870362683750071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/69870362683750071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/aku-dan-kamu-kita.html' title=':: aku dan kamu = kita? ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-5024102651010686444</id><published>2007-10-30T00:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:32:47.364+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><title type='text'>:: Denny &amp; George, info gak penting sih... ::</title><content type='html'>Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;(the new one, not the previous one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you know nothing about this, but I want to tell you that &lt;strong&gt;Denny &amp;amp; George does not exist in real life!&lt;/strong&gt; Pdhal dku dah niat browse only to check what the scarves look like. Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;1. sempat gtu ngecek denny &amp;amp; george in the midst of interim and appeal?? hmm... sempat ngecek www.suamigila.com, blog kotakhitamputih and site B2W community juga wkqkwkw... ya ya ya ... little intermezo bolehlah.&lt;br /&gt;2. I've made new email address for the sake of milist's load. Fiuh!&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=20037684085736910"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. credit to Lickety Knit (www.licketyknit.com) for the pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-5024102651010686444?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5024102651010686444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/denny-george-info-gak-penting-sih.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5024102651010686444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5024102651010686444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/denny-george-info-gak-penting-sih.html' title=':: Denny &amp; George, info gak penting sih... ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-4396094298600499648</id><published>2007-10-24T00:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:21:34.560+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tano niha'/><title type='text'>:: postcard from heaven ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCQlTu10d9I/AAAAAAAAACg/zp-4TEUfOA4/s1600-h/aku+%26+kapal+yg+membawa+kami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCQlTu10d9I/AAAAAAAAACg/zp-4TEUfOA4/s200/aku+%26+kapal+yg+membawa+kami.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198320890813904850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content-wrapper"&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahewa,  23 Oktober 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepertinya angin tidak  membawa pesanku pergi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hujan kah yang  memaksanya kembali?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menggenang di pelupuk  mimpi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi tersenyumlah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku masih ingin  menatapmu, meski sia-sia rasaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(kenapa masih kulayangkan  surat ini untukmu? Bukankah aku sudah berpamitan padamu?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa kabar?&lt;br /&gt;Sepenggal sapamu tertinggal di kotak pesan, the only word that calms my restless soul down, your simply "hey". Your magic word makes me missing you. Seperti kurindukan dia yang kini berhenti (mungkin) bersinar untukku. Bagaimana harus kukatakan, selain tersenyum pada beningnya embun pagi yang memantulkan sinarnya. Menangis pun percuma, matahari tdk lagi menyapa. Ah mungkin duniaku tak terlalu menarik untuknya memberi kehangatan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sudahlah, toh bumi tetap  berputar dan langit masih biru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini hujan sepanjang hari, meski disela oleh terik matahari sesaat saja. Pertama kalinya aku menyeberang ke Pulau Lafau, yang hanya dihuni oleh kelapa dan kepompong, keduanya berbiak manja. Aku menatap wajah 23 manusia yang baru kutemui itu satu per satu, mengapa kalian di sini? mengapa kita bertemu? Hanya itu yg ingin kutanyakan, tp tak terucapkan. Melihat mereka berproses, ada sedih, ada kecewa, tapi ada harapan kalau mau berusaha. Kucoba telisik impian yang tanggal satu demi satu dari mata rekan-rekanku yang berjuang di sini, ah harapan janganlah pupus, masih dua purnama lagi waktu kita, mari berusaha sekuat tenaga, seniat hati ini mengayun langkah. Lihatlah 23 manusia itu, datang entah demi apa, tp selagi masih ada kata-kata untuk disampaikan mari kita teriakkan ke telinga mereka biar masuk sampai ke relung hatinya. Jangan menyerah, mari tinggalkan Nias dengan puas, itu saja inginku. Two fuckin' months to go, together we can do it, let's rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini kami ditempa: panas terik berganti-ganti dengan hujan, angin... mereka bilang badai, kubilang hujan angin --sekedar menghibur diri mengingat perjalanan pulang kami menyeberang laut lagi maka tak mau tahu aku tentang badai, kutulikan telingaku dan hanya hujan berangin lah yang kupercaya ada. Ah perahu nelayan terayun gelombang, aku ingat dia. Pergi-pulang, angin kencang, duduk di ujung depan kapal, berpegang erat pada jangkar karatan yg baru saja diangkat naik, ah indahnya kalau dia memang untukku. Ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah pesan, tersampaikan bersama doa, semoga kecewa takkan menciutkan, semoga luka takkan melemahkan. Memberanikan diri, meneguhkan hati, melempar tanya, menunggu sapaan. Jawaban sederhana tiba, berkelit membelit ngilu. Aku tersenyum pahit. Bernyanyi dalam senandung pujian. Berserah pada rencanaNya. Dan semua akan baik-baik saja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari melupakan, pasrah dan bangkit berlari kembali mengejar matahari (yang entah di mana). Aku teringat secarik kartu bergambar dan untaian kalimat yang masih terselip di sela buku, biarkan saja, selayaknya surat ini tiada akan tersampaikan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A postcard from heaven will stay in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senja terangkum sendu dalam  satu simpul senyum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-4396094298600499648?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4396094298600499648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/postcard-from-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4396094298600499648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/4396094298600499648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/postcard-from-heaven.html' title=':: postcard from heaven ::'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCQlTu10d9I/AAAAAAAAACg/zp-4TEUfOA4/s72-c/aku+%26+kapal+yg+membawa+kami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-5360798498696494166</id><published>2007-10-17T00:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:54:49.350+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>cinta menurut kita, bukan kata mereka: my last letter to you</title><content type='html'>October 16, 2007 -- Bak Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy?&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana Lebaran di Jogja tanpa keluarga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok pesan dariku tdk kamu balas sih? Ah mungkin memang bola benang terakhir kita waktu itu. Jika benar begitu, dku tdk lagi bisa mengharapmu menemani malam-malam kesepianku. Tidak ada lagi aku di kelam langit malammu, tidak ada lagi pesanmu utkku tetap menjadi bintang. Baiklah, mungkin kamu bukan lagi Luv-ku dan mungkin surat-surat ini memang tidak akan pernah tersampaikan. Jika demikian, aku akan berhenti menulis ini untukmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan mengenangmu sebagai Luv, meski akan ada Luv yang lain, yg kepadanya akan kutuliskan segala ceritaku. Kepadanya akan kulayangkan rinduku. Kepadanya akan kulambungkan hatiku. Dia yang akan kusebut dalam setiap untaian doa. Mengingatnya dalam tiap tarikan berat-ringan nafas ini. Tiap langkah dan jejak akan menuju padanya. Dia yang belum pernah kuceritakan padamu. Dia adalah matahari ku yang baru, yang kukejar dan kutantang teriknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv, aku mencintaimu dengan sisa rasa ini, sesuai kesepakatan kita soal definisi "cinta". Baru kamu yg bisa membuatku keluar dari cangkang logika dan membuatku tak tahu jalan kembali. Baru kamu juga yang bisa meredakanku hanya dengan satu kata sapa, even the unutterable one but the way you look at me had calmed me down. But he, if he's truly the one, will leads me back to the way I am, settle me to the world where only logic and me blend with his love. Damn wish he's the one, I'll ask no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih banyak atas kamu yang begitu baik mau mendengarku bercerita panjang lebar tentang segalanya. Meski kamu bukan lagi Luv, namun jika masih boleh kita menyandingkan lagi asam lemon tea milikmu dan frappucino milikku, keduanya hangat, akan kuceritakan matahari itu yang akan menjadi Luv yg baru untukku melayangkan surat ini. Kapan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam sepi hujan sore ini, belajar utk tdk terus-terusan kangen kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich Liebe Dich!&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;1. aku belajar kenal cinta dari kamu plus bonus sakit hatiku kala itu&lt;br /&gt;2. aku belajar melepas cinta dari dia yang bagaimanapun membantuku mencintaimu secara berbeda, tepat di saat aku jatuh cinta lagi padamu.&lt;br /&gt;3. dan kini aku jatuh cinta lagi, bukan padamu dan bukan pada dia yg pernah memintaku kembali, tapi pada matahari yang dingin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-5360798498696494166?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5360798498696494166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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kamu tidak peduli.&lt;br /&gt;Diamkanku di sini,&lt;br /&gt;di kala yang berbeda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan biarkan kangen membunuhku pelahan&lt;br /&gt;Kamu kejam, jika demikian.&lt;br /&gt;Meski pedih, jeritan takkan kusampaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... dan aku akan mencarimu Luv, untuk bercerita betapa matahari telah melukai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kangen banget!&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-3172045267353304597?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3172045267353304597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/kok-masih-kangen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3172045267353304597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3172045267353304597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/kok-masih-kangen.html' title='kok masih kangen?'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-3251614947598704819</id><published>2007-10-07T23:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:04:57.619+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tano niha'/><title type='text'>someday I'll find you, someday you'll find me too...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCazktcEebI/AAAAAAAAADg/-eHtyMx-m7A/s1600-h/IMG_3785+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCazktcEebI/AAAAAAAAADg/-eHtyMx-m7A/s200/IMG_3785+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199040263099808178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak Air  -- October 07, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;Dear Matahari-ku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Lonely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; The path you have chosen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; And restless road, no turning back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; One day you will find your light again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Don't you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Don't let go, be strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Someday I'll find you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Someday you'll find me too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; And when I hold you close&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I'll know that is true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Follow you heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Let your love lead through the darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Back to a place you once knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I believe, I believe, I believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; In you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Follow your dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Be yourself, an angel of kindness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; There's nothing that you can not do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I believe, I believe, I believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; In you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- credit to Il Divo's I Believe in You ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah perjalanan selalu ingin kumaknai, seperti 4.5 bulan lalu saat kupikul ranselku kembali ke asalku mencintai jalan ini, meski jauh. Seorang teman memberiku lagu ini, "untukmu yang selalu gelisah", katanya. Dan aku tersenyum, melangkah ke kembali ke nadirku, di titik awal aku mengejar matahari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Mutiara Hitam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan gelisah aku mencoba mengintip ke jendela Merpati yang membawaku ke ufuk timur tempat matahari yang kurindukan terbit untuk merayakan detik penghabisan seperempat abad hidupku di sana. Dari kejauhan mulai tampak daratan berpasir putih dan berbukit-bukit muncul membatasi laut. Jantungku berdegup kencang. There, in the land where the sun rises, I'd like to thanking God for 25 years of my life, the land that I chose to be the start of this journey, where all reasons laid in the sands and within the smiles of its children and the beauty of its girls. I knew, when I looked at the beaches, dry rivers and hills, I've chosen the right dot to start this journey. And it was about the time to return to the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku seperti surat yang dibawa oleh Merpati Pos, di mana tertulis kerinduan dan harapan. Seperti layaknya surat, aku akan mencari yang telah lama tak dijumpai, menemukan hal baru bahwa yang lama telah berubah bahwa yang dulu ada mungkin kini tak ada lagi. Kuhirup napas dalam-dalam, menyesuaikan diri kembali dengan terik matahari, menetapkan tekad bahwa apapun yang kutemui takkan melukaiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepi... kering... panas, itulah yg kutemui. Tenda-tenda pengungsian masih berserak di beberapa sudut kota, kesedihan pertama untukku. Melangkah kembali di antara mereka yang tak lagi kukenal, mencoba tersenyum pada wajah-wajah keras yang kosong, aku mengeraskan hati. Di setiap jalan dan tikungan aku menangkap bayangku sendiri, 15 tahun lalu saat keceriaan bocahku menyusurinya. Dentang lonceng katedral membawaku kembali ke masa itu, ketika pantai dan lorong kota menjadi taman bermain yang ramah. Melangkah riang di antara patroli pasukan khusus dan bertemu polisi militer berhelm putih yang selalu tegap berdiri menemani setiap perempatan. Menonton kerusuhan dan melihat betapa senjata bisa demikian melukai. Mendengar tangisan dan ratapan kehilangan. Menutup mata terhadap kekejaman manusia atas manusia. Mendoakan yang telah tiada dalam setiap misa yg kuhadiri. Dan menjalani hidup seakan semua itu kejadian dalam role-playing-game di komputer yang biasa kumainkan. Tidak pernah kusangka, akhirnya dalam kembaliku ini, aku mendoakan mereka yang dulu kukenal. Mereka yang juga "kalah" dalam role-playing-game itu. Kesedihan kedua untukku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Temanmu sudah meninggal" kata Madre Fatinha pelan. "Bukan karena perang, tapi karena melahirkan". Aku terpaku dan menambah coretan pada daftar sahabat yang ingin kutemui. Akhir yang sama, sebab yg berbeda, karena situasi yang sama. Kemiskinan, keterbatasan, ketidaktahuan, keangkuhan, kemalasan dan entah apa lagi yang dapat kusebut but not freedom, definitely not. Dili-Same-Ainaro-Suai-Liquisa, mutiara-mutiara hitam yang berkilat indah tercecer menghiasi untaian rosario negara ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selangkah demi selangkah, setengah negara kutapaki demi kerinduan yang memuncak. Terpuaskan meski diwarnai kesedihan. Aku memeluk erat setiap kenangan yang muncul kembali. Sehingga kelak jika aku kembali lagi, aku tidak akan susah payah mengejarnya di tanah yang mulai melupakan hadirku. Menyusur sisa semangat itu. Mencari jiwa yang pernah hidup. Masihkah bernafas dalam dunia yang sama? Seperti dulu kala cita tercipta. Menggelitik logika untuk tidak berpaling. Menantang rasa untuk bertualang bersama. Purnama telah pudar, aku masih mencari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll find you&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll find me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kututup usia 25 dengan bersujud di kaki Christo Rey, menceritakan dan mensyukuri setiap detik dan setiap langkah yang telah kuambil, tanpa terkecuali. Someday I'll come again to this land, to re-charge my energy, to remember the root of all the steps, to review all reasons laid in the sands. The journey will be continued.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan di sinilah aku, 4.5 bulan kemudian, di pulau terpencil yang berjarak entah berapa puluh atau ratus ribu kilometer dari asalku mengejar matahari, sebagai bagian dari rangkaian perjalananku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn wish to have you by my side, enjoying this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-3251614947598704819?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3251614947598704819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/someday-ill-find-you-someday-youll-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3251614947598704819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3251614947598704819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/someday-ill-find-you-someday-youll-find.html' title='someday I&apos;ll find you, someday you&apos;ll find me too...'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCazktcEebI/AAAAAAAAADg/-eHtyMx-m7A/s72-c/IMG_3785+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-5536987591673465988</id><published>2007-10-03T23:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:45:01.237+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tano niha'/><title type='text'>kangen... (lagi)</title><content type='html'>Bak Air Tadah Hujan -- October 03, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;Dear Matahari-ku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa kabar kalian?&lt;br /&gt;Hope this letter finds you fit and fine, as cheerful as the last time I saw you. Change if you pleased, just gimme the right track so I can still find you when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv, kapan kita terakhir kali bertemu? Tiga atau empat bulan yang lalu? I remember still the way you looked at me. Benang kita yang terakhir kah waktu itu? Sehingga tak lagi aku bisa menikmati keheningan bersamamu. Langit malam terlalu pekat untukku sendirian menjadi bintang. Bagilah kembali riang itu untukku, meski sekedar tawa renyah yang jauh dan samar, karena tak lagi manis frappucino dan asam lemon tea hangat kita tersanding, tak ada lagi pahit Dji Sam Soe mu, tak ada lagi keasikan bertebaran dari halaman demi halaman buku yang kita raih dan jajaki, dan tak ada lagi denting gitarmu mengalun membawaku ke suatu petang di aula seribu jendela kita 5 tahun lalu. Lensamu dan lensaku telah memotret imajinasi yang berbeda, aku tahu itu. Aku hanya kangen, masih pantas kan? Kenapa kini kamu jauh, begitu jauh... sehingga jiwaku pun menjerit merindumu. Tidak banyak yang kupinta, hanya tawa renyahmu saja, untukku, sebagai sahabat jiwa gelisah ini, tidak lebih. Dan akan kuceritakan tentang matahariku. Dan ceritakanlah lagi padaku, tentang gadis itu. Bawalah aku terbang menembus awan logika dan ajarkan kembali tentang rasa. Jangan diamkan aku, sendiri dalam kegamangan rasa ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nias begitu panas, sehingga aku semakin mengharap hujan. Demi kesejukan dan demi air yang sungguh kami butuhkan. Aku sudah mulai mengenalnya, setapak demi setapak menyusur lorong-lorongnya, menyapa penghuninya dan menghirup udara kering berdebunya. Bau amis dan asin bercampur dengan asap kendaraan. Tersenyum pada wajah-wajah lugu namun keras, berkutat dengan kehidupan pulau yang kering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi siang ada undangan dari Bappeda, ada focus group discussion katanya. Aku dengan semangat datang, kuajaklah Srinthil. Sampai di kantor Bappeda ternyata ruang rapatnya dipakai oleh rapat yang lain. Ya daripada bengong menunggu Godot ya pulanglah kami ke kantor. Memang gak jelas. Gak di Jogja, gak di Nias kok sama ya istiadat rapat gak jelas nya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matahariku, tetaplah baik seperti sekarang. Sehingga tidak terlalu sepilah hari-hariku. Entah sejak kapan aku mulai terbiasa denganmu. Sinar yang baru, dengan kehangatan yang memanja. Entah sampai kapan aku boleh menikmati kehangatanmu. Damn wish to have you as long as life allows. Dan aku mensyukuri keberadaanmu sangat. Hanya kadang gelisah bertanya, menelisik angan yang kepagian. Menggeliat enggan setiap subuh, menanti fajar merekah. Akankah matahari bersinar untukku hari ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersama keributan anjing tetangga dan riuh celoteh teman-teman, aku kangen kalian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-5536987591673465988?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5536987591673465988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/kangen-lagi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5536987591673465988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/5536987591673465988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/10/kangen-lagi.html' title='kangen... (lagi)'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-440765806739590981</id><published>2007-09-28T23:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:50:37.649+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveler&apos;s tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tano niha'/><title type='text'>my interpretation (part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="content-wrapper"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bak Air Tadah Hujan -- 28 September 2007&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Dear Matahari,&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Apa kabar kalian?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Seminggu sudah aku di pulau ini. Seminggu sudah mandi air tadah hujan dan digigit agas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Onolimbu Lahomi, sebuah desa di ujung legenda, tempat para tua membuat patung dari batu dan anak-anak menari di bawah bulan purnama. Sungguh mengasyikkan, menyusur setapaknya sambil mengikis harapan akan kamu. Waktu akan menelan impian ini mentah-mentah, jarak akan menyeret keberadaanku semakin jauh dari kamu. Oleh karena itu, biarlah seberkas cahaya mentari yang terbit setiap paginya menyapaku menjadi representasimu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nias, aku menyanjung keindahannya. Tapi aku mengutuk keras hati penghuninya. Entah kenapa semua penghuni pulau ini setelannya kenceng semua. Bahkan kami yang baru datang pun ikut-ikutan bernada tinggi, meski hanya untuk percakapan sederhana. Pertengkaran yang tidak perlu muncul sebagai akibat kekecewaan yang tidak tersampaikan. Entah siapa yang benar dan siapa yang salah, semua merasa berhak berteriak dan membentak. Beban tidak terlontar tapi hanya terlempar sesaat untuk jatuh kembali dengan lebih keras. Aku tidak mengerti. Semoga aku tidak terlambat untuk mengerti, sebelum aku ikut menjadi semakin keras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teman-teman baru, ada yang menyenangkan ada yang menyebalkan. Semua berada di bawah satu atap. Kami berproses dan bertumbuh, katamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Matahari-ku,&lt;br /&gt; bersinarlah dari tempatmu, meski jauh kuraih.&lt;br /&gt; Hanya sebisik kata yang ingin kudengar, masih bolehkah?&lt;br /&gt; Dan akan kusimpan sampai tiga purnama lagi,&lt;br /&gt; ketika tiba saatnya kukembalikan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;merindukanmu setiap kali kulihat Sang Hyang Re terbit setiap paginya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt; -onk-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-440765806739590981?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/440765806739590981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-interpretation-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/440765806739590981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/440765806739590981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-interpretation-part-ii.html' title='my interpretation (part II)'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-357169737453004222</id><published>2007-09-24T23:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:50:37.649+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveler&apos;s tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tano niha'/><title type='text'>my interpretation</title><content type='html'>Bak Air Tadah Hujan -- September 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;Dear Matahari,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first two weeks turn into ten,&lt;br /&gt;I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen,&lt;br /&gt;Does it really matter?&lt;br /&gt;If half of what you said is true,&lt;br /&gt;And half of what I didn't do could be different,&lt;br /&gt;Would it make it better?&lt;br /&gt;If we forget the things we know.&lt;br /&gt;Would we have somewhere to go?&lt;br /&gt;The only way is down, I can see that now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; --credit to Mika's My Interpretation--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa kabar?&lt;br /&gt;Sudah lama kita tidak bertukar ungkapan, sejak terakhir keheningan malam mengantar kita pada suatu cerita lama. Masihkah belum selesai? Bukankah sudah kita simpulkan dengan bola benang terakhir yang kita miliki. Ketika jiwa masih bertemu lewat senandung angin dan tarian gerimis, dua insomniac yang mencari bintang di kala hujan tetap berbincang mengenai serpihan kehidupan yang lalu. Aku kadang tak mengerti, jika semuanya dapat diulang, akankah kita tetap tersasar di jalan yang sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tepat seperti yang terlagukan, semua hanya interpretasiku semata. Sedingin air yang diturunkan hujan, jiwaku pun membeku. Matahari semakin redup, dan apakah kamu tahu bahwa aku mulai merindunya lebih dari aku pernah merindumu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv, mengertikah ia bahwa pulau ini terlalu jauh dari jangkauan senyumnya? Kalau tanah yang kupijak ini terlalu dingin tanpa matahari-ku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah hampir seminggu aku di Nias, pulau tempat agas menggigit dan semalambua melambai. Sudah hampir seminggu pula aku mandi dengan air tadah hujan dan minum dari produk privatisasi air. Sudah hampir seminggu aku mencoba melangkah dengan mengurangi harapan setiap harinya, setiap detiknya. Dan sudah hampir seminggu pula aku mencoba bertahan dalam logika dan keyakinan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku tertawa setiap kali menyadari bahwa aku hidup di atas imajinasi aneh yang tidak kumengerti. Namun biarlah, selama ini membuatku bertahan untuk memaknai hidup. Apa yang kupercaya meskipun absurd, apa yang kuyakini meskipun tidak masuk akal, jika membuatku bahagia lalu kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam logika absurd yang membuatku tersesat dalam interpretasiku sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;mencintainya seperti ku mencintaimu dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-357169737453004222?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/357169737453004222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-interpretation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/357169737453004222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/357169737453004222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-interpretation.html' title='my interpretation'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-3739684425286097119</id><published>2007-09-22T23:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:53:31.632+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>...you're my wishing well, you're everything...</title><content type='html'>Soepomo 32 -- September 22, 2007,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;Dear my sweet-sunset,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in this crazy life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And through these crazy times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're every line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're every word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a carousel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a wishing well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you light me up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you ring my bell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a mystery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're from outer space&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're every minute of my every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;--credit to Michael Buble's Everything--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh menarik, ketika aku berpikir telah kehilangan semuanya ternyata aku mendapatkan lebih banyak. Ketika aku mengira akan terpuruk, ternyata aku melambung semakin tinggi. Meski hanya dalam imajinasiku belaka, meski sekedar impian, jika aku bahagia lalu kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matahari, benarkah kamu matahariku?&lt;br /&gt;Sungguhkah kamu benar-benar akan menerangi duniaku?&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kamu,&lt;br /&gt;saat detik dan jarak kita tak bersahabat,&lt;br /&gt;kusertakan dalam tiap tarikan napas ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this is love, perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-3739684425286097119?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3739684425286097119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/youre-my-wishing-well-youre-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3739684425286097119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/3739684425286097119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/youre-my-wishing-well-youre-everything.html' title='...you&apos;re my wishing well, you&apos;re everything...'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-695814021643447479</id><published>2007-09-19T23:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:01:42.824+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>Day 1: Arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Soepomo 32 -- 19 September 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;"&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;"&gt;Dear my sweet-sunset,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish time and distance will not separate us this much. I do hope that I won't lose any single moment that connect us. I am afraid of losing you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;"&gt;Aku tidak pernah mengira bahwa kesedihan dapat berlalu secepat fajar merekah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Aku tidak pernah menyangka dapat beralih ke matahari yang lain sedemikian cepat, atau kekosongan dapat terisi kembali sedemikian nyatanya. Mungkin karena aku memang tidak pernah memiliki. Bagaimana aku bisa kehilangan sesuatu yang sejak awal tidak kumiliki? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ketika dia menyapaku hangat, satu-satunya hal yang dapat kulakukan adalah menyambut sapaannya. Menikmati kebersamaan sembari mencoba memastikan "click" sound itu memang ada. Is it the sound that I've been looking for? Somehow I wish...damn wish that he's the one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mungkin ini hanya rasaku saja. Sepihak yang tidak terbalas. Namun entah kenapa aku tidak peduli, selama aku boleh menikmati ini sebagai suatu anugerah yang kusyukuri sungguh. Dalam kegamangan rasa aneh ini aku mencoba mengukur dan menimbang. Dan aku tidak menemukan jawaban pasti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Aannywaay, akhirnya aku tiba juga di Nias. Berminggu-minggu mencari justifikasi dan alasan untuk menunda. Well, here I am... amidst the agas and the semalambua. Nias, pulau dengan penduduk miskin dan udara panas. Sungguh tidak sebanding dengan kecantikan pantai dan kulit putih para gadisnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Aku masih belum memegang peta yang jelas untuk perjalananku kali ini. Tapi aku akan terus berjalan, meskipun meraba. Mencoba belajar hal baru, membiarkan jiwaku teruji dan otakku tertantang. Satu hal yang aku tahu, ini akan sulit dan penuh masalah. Tapi biarlah, bukankah burung pipit yang kecil saja dikasihi Tuhan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dan aku berdoa, demi detik yang telah terlewatkan bersama, demi detik yang lain yang kan kulalui tanpanya, demi entah kapan detiknya dan detikku akan menyatu kembali. Apakah masih mungkin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dengan penuh syukur dan harap, meskipun tidak berani meminta lebih dari saat ini. Memohon agar keindahan matahari kali ini menjadi milikku dan bukan sekedar imaginasi aneh yang sesaat mampir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Luv, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-onk-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-695814021643447479?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/695814021643447479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-1-arrival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/695814021643447479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/695814021643447479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-1-arrival.html' title='Day 1: Arrival'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-6278213011606356769</id><published>2007-09-15T23:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:03:54.484+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>it's over</title><content type='html'>September 15, 2007 -- my corner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"sahabat dalam keheningan malam, saat kita sungguh tak rela mata terpejam, meski sesaat"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy?&lt;br /&gt;Lagi sibuk ber-training ria ya? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dku punya dua berita: satu berita baik dan satu berita buruk. Mau yang mana dulu? Ah pasti yang buruk duluan kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My break-up came at last. Yup, am over him. Not only the relationship but him. Jadi mulai empat hari lalu dku secara resmi single, available and fabulous hehe...&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, it's me who planned to talk to him about this, but it is him who spilled the words. Ajaib kan betapa Tuhan menjawab doa-mu, maksudku at least beban utk ngomong bukan di aku hehe... well, mungkin emang harus begini. Sooner better &lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another miracle is meskipun sakit dan rasanya pengen mencabik2nya, dku sampai saat ini belom menangis. Hebat kan? well, mungkin nanti. Because I know this moment will come and I have prepared myself since the day I said YES. I was packing and the time to depart is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup makin aneh aja, setelah kehilangan tiga partner dku harus kehilangan pacar hehe... well, dku cuma berharap bisa melalui tahun ini dengan baik-baik saja. Jd mungkin pergi ke Nias adalah one of a good escapes, out from this incredible but weird life. Dan semoga, meskipun tidak adil, pekerjaanku di Nias yang berlipat ganda dan somehow impossible tasks itu bisa jd pelarian dari kehilangan orang-orang yang semula sungguh kuharapkan dapat berbagi dunia denganku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anehnya dku juga merasa sebagian diriku hilang... rasanya mati rasa aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berita baiknya adalah dku sepenuhnya menyadari kalau aku mengejar matahari yang absurd yang ternyata bukan untuk menerangi duniaku. Jadi aku akan mulai mengejar matahari yang lain, matahari yang memang diciptakan untuk menerangi duniaku. Dunia nyata tempatku hidup dan berproses. Bukan dunia angan-angan tempatku mendamba keajaiban peri yang mencegahku menjadi dewasa. Meskipun sungguh aku tak mau dewasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu tidak akan pergi juga kan? Meskipun kamu pernah pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-6278213011606356769?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6278213011606356769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6278213011606356769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6278213011606356769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-over.html' title='it&apos;s over'/><author><name>-onk-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164306456896895736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SA2mtoS4KZI/AAAAAAAAABY/TgSaG9UrAO0/S220/smell+the+flower+copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20037684085736910.post-6827459941212290384</id><published>2007-08-15T23:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:04:52.877+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bric-a-brac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveler&apos;s tale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my lens'/><title type='text'>pindah tempat lagee... (aaarrgh...!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCQvQe10eAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mPPoE2gAGo8/s1600-h/Bakso+Ulee+Kareng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_C6CL_bhc6YE/SCQvQe10eAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mPPoE2gAGo8/s320/Bakso+Ulee+Kareng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198331830095607810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulee Kareng --  August 15, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luv,&lt;br /&gt;Dear my sweet-sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy?&lt;br /&gt;Hope this letter meets your appetite for scribble (or simply doodle?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am just arrived in Banda Aceh after 7 hours travel by travel (bener kok kita nyebutnya travel) from Lhokseumawe yet dalam kondisi yang lebih utuh ketimbang 4.5 hours travel with Jabrik Saparua last week. Dku dijemput pertama (very early morning utk ukuran Aceh yg mataharinya pun males bangun, jam 6 baru terbit!) dan diantar paling akhir, crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanywaay, proverb yang mengatakan too much love will kill you sedang berlaku utku, dku lagi males-malesnya dengan yang namanya perjalanan. Kemaren waktu seminggu di Banda rasanya udah betah, I've got the beat. Lalu pindah ke Lhokseumawe, and again after I've got the beat, I've got to move (again). Aduh, capek banget, ransel pun rasanya tambah berat ajah, pdhal isinya sama dengan pertama kali kuangkut dari Jogja. Memang, too much travels will kill you, well, back pain yang jelas. That's why, meskipun dku pengen banget bisa mampir ke Jkt so Ican go crazy together with 2 of my sistas this weekend, tp dku lg in period syndrom so badan pegel banget jd klo masih harus ngangkut heavy ransel dan travel bag crossing Jkt wah tanpa mengurangi kerinduanku pada mereka, kali ini very very sorry klo I'd prefer langsung balik Jogja ajah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan nih ya, saking betahnya di Lhoks, dku sempat olah raga (olah raga yang menyakitkan seluruh tubuh dan berakibat panjang) bareng dengan mudika (you know what, there are 50 mudikas --well, yg aktip cuma less than 15 seeh) dan para suster di satu-satunya chapel di Kab. Aceh Utara, yang secara kasian hanya mendapat kunjungan pastor sebulan sekali, dan kemudian dku mendapat undangan utk ikutan pertemuan mudika dan latian koor setiap selasa malam (info gak penting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of gerejawi di Aceh, last week dku udah cerita ke kalian kayaknya (jd gak usah baca ini lagi gpp), tentang tawuran antar 2 gereja protestan di Banda Aceh. Phew! And, yg mendamaikan adalah pastor paroki Banda Aceh, yang tuwir, galak dan originally dari Italy meskipun sudah tak nampak lagi tanda2 kegantengan Italiano-nya karena udah sejak jaman kuda gigit besi ngetem di Aceh, tdk pernah pindah ever since. Gila kali ya, cuma ada dua gereja dan mereka tawuran! for God sake, for what gtu loh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya, did I ever tell you about how much Yoen loves bakso? well, sebenernya hanya satu warung bakso di Ulee Kareng yang dia sukaaaa banget. Bakso-nya sih biasa aja, maksudku dibandingkan dengan Cak Narto di Gejayan yaa dku milih Cak Narto seh, but still in Banda Aceh you don't have many choices. Jadi ceritanya, Yoen always and always takes me there, daily basis! Teman-teman kasian melihatku setiap malam makan bakso, well, meskipun tetap saja sesampainya di rumah dku take (a) plateful of dinner :p Lagian bakso kan tidak begitu bagus bagi lambung-lambung kami yang penuh masalah ini. Lalu kami menyajikan berbagai fakta tentang bakso dan saos-saos nya itu, tentu saja Yoen tidak percaya. Sampai pada suatu pagi yang cerah, terjadi perbincangan seru antara Yoen, mbak Lia dan Bibi. Ternyata oh ternyata, keponakan si Bibi pernah menderita penyakit sesuatu akibat pola makan yang salah. Waah ternyata Yoen percaya, sejak pagi yang indah itu tidak pernah lagi dia mengajakku atau yang lain makan bakso wkkqkqkq....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so, the both of you, in a tad bit different way, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Damn wish the two of you were here (well, it definitely will be very awkward), enjoying this travel with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-onk-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20037684085736910-6827459941212290384?l=lettersforluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6827459941212290384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/pindah-tempat-lagee-aaarrgh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6827459941212290384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20037684085736910/posts/default/6827459941212290384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersforluv.blogspot.com/2007/08/pindah-tempat-lagee-aaarrgh.html' title='pindah tempat lagee... 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