<?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-27082641</id><updated>2011-08-27T20:40:58.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mindblowing</title><subtitle type='html'>my personal notes about everything and nothing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-115468622672686185</id><published>2006-08-04T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T03:10:26.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having consider about it for sometime,&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to move my blog to MULTIPLY.&lt;br /&gt;My new blog address is now http://franciskasavitri.multiply.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-115468622672686185?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/115468622672686185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=115468622672686185' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115468622672686185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115468622672686185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/08/having-consider-about-it-for-sometime.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-115440456650376810</id><published>2006-07-31T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:13:37.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/DSCN0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/200/DSCN0056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/DSCN0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/200/DSCN0054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/DSCN0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/200/DSCN0058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, July 30, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Paulina left, I immediately went inside. Hendi &amp; Shasa were already there but there was no sign of Mbak Ama.&lt;br /&gt;So I ordered myself Thai Ice Tea and just chatted with Hendi &amp; Shasa.&lt;br /&gt;The drink looked good but unfortunately it didn’t taste as good as it looked. Just imagine mixing tea with milk…yuck!&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later Mbak Ama showed up with her husband &amp; soon we all engaged in friendly chat while watching Formula 1 Race on the big screen TV.&lt;br /&gt;I missed hanging out with them so much. When we were still working in the same office, we frequently went out together. Ever since they resigned from the office and moved out to different companies, we didn’t get to see much of each other.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there until 11 pm and then went home. Sadly, after I got home, I felt that the flu came back. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 - End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-115440456650376810?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/115440456650376810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=115440456650376810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115440456650376810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115440456650376810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-july-30-2006-after-paulina-left.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-115433278670332753</id><published>2006-07-31T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:59:46.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/DSCN0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/200/DSCN0051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/DSCN0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/200/DSCN0050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, July 30, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulina came to my place at exactly 5pm to go to church, St. Francis Xavier Church in Kuta, together. While I was getting ready to go, Hendi called me and said that he would pick me at 6.30 pm to Buddha’s Belly to meet with Mbak Ama.&lt;br /&gt;Mbak Ama used to be my colleague but she has moved to work in Yogyakarta.&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to hear that Mbak Ama was here coz I chatted with her last Friday &amp; she didn’t say anything about coming to Bali.&lt;br /&gt;Since I was ready to go to church, I told Hendi that I would meet them at Buddha’s Belly after church around 7.30 pm instead, and he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;So Paulina &amp; I rushed to the church. The mass was great and after the mass, we stopped by a warung (street vendor) in front of Supernova Supermarket in Kuta to have dinner coz we were starving.&lt;br /&gt;We ate Nasi Pedas which was delicious &amp; very hot becoz of the sambal (chili sauce). The warung was crowded, apparently many people like the cooking despite the taste of the sambal which was exceptionally hot.&lt;br /&gt;It was cheap also, only Rp. 6.000,- per portion (rice, shredded chicken &amp; meat, fried chicken &amp; sambal).&lt;br /&gt;We finished the meal in no time and then rushed to Buddha’s Belly which wasn’t that far.&lt;br /&gt;She dropped me off there and went home. She didn’t want to join us because she was tired and wanted to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-115433278670332753?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/115433278670332753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=115433278670332753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115433278670332753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115433278670332753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-july-30-2006-paulina-came-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-115433065946772848</id><published>2006-07-30T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:32:51.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/DSCN0042.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/200/DSCN0042.5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/DSCN0038.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/200/DSCN0038.5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/DSCN0040.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/200/DSCN0040.5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, July 29th 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was supposed to be my day off but unfortunately I wasn’t feeling so good.&lt;br /&gt;I had a cold. I had a running nose &amp; headache…arrrgghh…so annoying. I hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to stay in my room the whole day, just watching DVD and resting.&lt;br /&gt;Around 2 pm, just when I was about to take a nap, I heard this ‘Balinese Gamelan’ music in the cemetery just at the back of my room.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the back at my boarding house is a Balinese Cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a bit creepy at night coz the cemetery is very dark with shadows of big trees but I’m used to it now. &lt;br /&gt;In the morning, children like to play there and also in the afternoon, guys like to play football there. So it’s not as scary as people would think of it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I heard of it, I immediately realized that there would be a Ngaben Ceremony (Balinese Cremation Ceremony).&lt;br /&gt;Ngaben is a Balinese/Hindunese cremation ritual and it is very interesting to watch coz it is like a feast where the family of the deceased gather together to cremate the body.&lt;br /&gt;The body is placed inside a decorated wooden house (cremation tower) and then they are burned together and the ashes are thrown in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;The Balinese / Hindunese believe that cremation will liberate the soul of the deceased into the heaven.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a big ceremony and usually cost a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;So, I immediately grabbed my camera &amp; went out of my room to take a few shots. I was a little bit bored also being in the room all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-115433065946772848?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/115433065946772848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=115433065946772848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115433065946772848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115433065946772848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturday-july-29th-2006-saturday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-115408226204723435</id><published>2006-07-28T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T03:24:22.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/DSCN0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/200/DSCN0012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/DSCN0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/200/DSCN0026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/DSCN0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/200/DSCN0029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/DSCN0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/200/DSCN0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my friend (office mate), Linda, working in the office. I’m happy for her, happy coz she found a new job &amp; hopefully a better place to work. But I’m also sad, sad coz I’m losing a good friend in the office, someone I can talk to when I have a bad day in the office.&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I used to have many friends in this office but they all have moved out to other companies.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, when I first joined this company, I didn’t think that I would make any friends in the office at all.&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself that I came here to make money and not to make friends, but it turned up that I actually made friends.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good luck Linda. Wishing you all the best and I will surely miss u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-115408226204723435?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/115408226204723435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=115408226204723435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115408226204723435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115408226204723435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-is-my-friend-office-mate-linda.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-115390348570074926</id><published>2006-07-26T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:08:24.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/cacingimutz.4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/320/cacingimutz.4.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEORI SUKA ASAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test: empat ekor cacing di tempatkan dalam empat buah botol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cacing 1 dalam botol berisi alkohol&lt;br /&gt;cacing 2 dalam botol berisi asap rokok&lt;br /&gt;cacing 3 dalam botol berisi cairan sperma&lt;br /&gt;cacing 4 dalam botol isi tanah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu hari kemudian :&lt;br /&gt;cacing 1 dalam botol berisi alkohol - mati&lt;br /&gt;cacing 2 dalam botol berisi asap rokok - mati juga&lt;br /&gt;cacing 3 dalam botol berisi cairan sperma - apalagi, mati tanpa ampun&lt;br /&gt;cacing 4 dalam botol isi tanah - miracle, hidup sehat walafiat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kesimpulan  dari percobaan ini adalah : selama kamu banyak minum minuman keras , banyak merokok dan banyak sex dijamin tidak akan cacingan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-115390348570074926?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/115390348570074926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=115390348570074926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115390348570074926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115390348570074926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/07/teori-suka-asal-test-empat-ekor-cacing.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-115389360716919562</id><published>2006-07-25T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:21:52.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/Karikaturku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/320/Karikaturku.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a couple of months ago, my officemate, Yanuar, informed me that Putu Ebo, a famous &amp; talented young cartoonist in Bali, had made a limited offer for 15 persons only to have their pictures converted into cartoon (caricature)...for FREE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes people...FOR FREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I immediately sent my picture to his email, hoping that I could still make it to that 15 persons list.&lt;br /&gt;For your information, Putu Ebo is the creator of Bali Cartoon Magazine called Bog-Bog (http://www.bog-bog.com/)&lt;br /&gt;Not only that he’s a talented cartoonist, he is also a talented musician.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know him personally but from his blogs &amp; art works, I can tell that he is a very talented, smart &amp; generous person.&lt;br /&gt;I met him twice when I was in Centro with my friends and he was with girlfriend, Herbie.&lt;br /&gt;The second time I met him was July last year in AJ Hackett Bungy during the hand over of Rotaract Bali Sanur.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a long &amp; impatient wait, finally I got the news from Yanuar this morning, saying that the cartoon faces were done.&lt;br /&gt;So I immediately clicked on the website http://bog-bog.com/face&lt;br /&gt;And…voila! Hehehehe….&lt;br /&gt;Nice, isn’t it? Can you tell that it was me?? Hehehehe….&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot Bli Ebo….nice work! Keep up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-115389360716919562?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/115389360716919562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=115389360716919562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115389360716919562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115389360716919562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/07/about-couple-of-months-ago-my.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-115381111280930458</id><published>2006-07-25T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:05:12.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/Puri-Anyar2-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/320/Puri-Anyar2-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, got the hotel for my sis &amp; her husband on 17th of Aug, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;The room is cheap, clean, big, in a nice &amp; quiet neighborhood, just near my boarding house.&lt;br /&gt;The name of the hotel is PURI ANYAR, in Jl. Merbabu no.10, Denpasar, phone no. 0361 – 7454283.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it’s a compound of boarding houses…expensive one.&lt;br /&gt;The room rates range at Rp. 700.000,- to 1.800.000,-/month.&lt;br /&gt;The rooms have kitchen, bath up with running hot/cold water, TV and also air conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;I went there last nite with Robby, with my finger crossed, hoping that they would let me rent the room for just 1 nite.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, they have vacant rooms, so they let me rent it for 1 nite, for only Rp. 150.000,-/nite (no breakfast).&lt;br /&gt;I paid for the room fully, immediately.&lt;br /&gt;I mean…come on, that was like the best deal I’ve had so far, I surely wouldn’t want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Linda who asked me to accompany her there last month when she went looking for a boarding house.&lt;br /&gt;And thank God, of course.:)&lt;br /&gt;I’m satisfied, looks like everything is well prepared now.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everything will go well. Can’t wait to meet my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-115381111280930458?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/115381111280930458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=115381111280930458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115381111280930458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115381111280930458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-got-hotel-for-my-sis-her.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-115373256954589277</id><published>2006-07-24T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T02:19:13.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a dream actually…??&lt;br /&gt;Well, the dictionary says that a dream is a series of mental images and emotions occurring during sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Surely such a sophisticated definition that is hard for me to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that is how the experts define the word ‘a dream’..they know better, right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dreamt about him last nite…Jean Valjean.&lt;br /&gt;I remember it so clearly…my dream.&lt;br /&gt;I remember walking alone in this cold night, it was quiet and dark.&lt;br /&gt;As walked down the empty street with this dim light of street lamp, from distant I saw this figure walking towards me, but I couldn’t see his face.&lt;br /&gt;As he got closer, I started to recognize him, from his figure, the clothes he was wearing and the way he walked. I knew it instantly that it was him.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped under the street light and he walked closer. And there he was, standing in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;I haven’t seen him in quite some time now, but he looked exactly like I have always remembered him.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me for direction, I showed him and then he just walked away without saying another word.&lt;br /&gt;I stood there watching his back as he walked away and vanished into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;When I woke, I couldn’t help but thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;I kept asking myself..”How is it possible?”.&lt;br /&gt;I found it strange coz I haven’t thought about him for some time now and that I have came to the point where I was sure that leaving him was the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;I came to believe that he was not my future and that he was not the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;I could no longer picture myself being with him, anywhere in the future.&lt;br /&gt;It was just too impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I had this dream and I don’t know how to explain it to myself what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;Do I subconsciously still thinking about him?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I felt pathetic…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dreams are the answers to questions that we haven't yet figured out how to ask.”&lt;br /&gt;Fox Mulder Quotes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-115373256954589277?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/115373256954589277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=115373256954589277' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115373256954589277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115373256954589277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/07/dreams-what-is-dream-actually-well.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-115338687163898190</id><published>2006-07-20T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T02:27:38.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/1600/David%20Blaine%27s-Tattoo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1349/2844/320/David%20Blaine%27s-Tattoo.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One the coolest things about living in Bali is that you can get to meet celebrities, well…mostly are Indonesian celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;I met Ello and one of the members of a group named Tangga (don’t know his name), while walking around Kuta.&lt;br /&gt;I also met Sari Koeswoyo who was once very famous in her early age as a singer and actress, while eating Bakwan in Bakwan Surabaya, Denpasar.&lt;br /&gt;On another occasion, I met Ferry Irawan while shopping in Centro.&lt;br /&gt;Also, when I was having dinner in Warung Italia about a month ago, I met another Ferry (don’t know his last name), one of the members of a boyband called Coboy who was once very famous when I was still in high school.&lt;br /&gt;When I ran across celebrities, I usually just stayed calm and pretended like they were just ordinary people.&lt;br /&gt;So I was never like got over excited, took my pic with that famous person or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s just not my nature.&lt;br /&gt;However, the most impressing celebrity-meeting moment for me was when I accidentally met David Blaine in DreamLand.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah…you would probably said…David who???&lt;br /&gt;David Blaine is a famous street magician in the US and I’ve seen him many times on TV. His performances were always impressive coz he did it on the street, with the people he met on the street…just like that.&lt;br /&gt;His acts might not be as spectacular as David Copperfield’s, that’s why he is less famous, but then again, I think he’s doing something more realistic, that’s why he’s so impressive.&lt;br /&gt;About 2 weeks ago, I went to DreamLand with some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I was always afraid of swimming on the beach that was why I decided to sit on the beach chair under the shade of a big umbrella while watching my friends went swimming.&lt;br /&gt;The wave was pretty big and it gave me another good reason not to swim.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I can’t or don’t like to swim coz I can swim and I do like going swimming but only in the swimming pool and not on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;While I was enjoying myself, I saw this guy with his friends, sitting on the beach chair just about 1 meter away from where I sat.&lt;br /&gt;He face looked like he came from middle east country and as looked at him, I had this weird sense.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were sharp, dark and mysterious but he was strangely good looking.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I couldn’t help but noticed was the tattoos that he had on his body.&lt;br /&gt;However, the tattoo that really got to me was the big cross tattoo on his back.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t only big but also beautiful &amp; skillfully done.&lt;br /&gt;So I dared myself and decided to approach him and asked if I was allowed to take picture of the tattoo on his back, saying that it was very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;At that time, he was about to put on his T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t say a word, just looked at me with his sharp eyes, turned his back and lifted his t-shirt and showed me his tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;And so I took the pic, quickly said thank you and got back to my chair and to my friends who were just finished from swimming.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after that, he &amp; his friends left. &lt;br /&gt;Just as he walked away, one of my friends said….”Oh shit, isn’t that David Blaine??”&lt;br /&gt;I was like gasping for air and couldn’t believe myself…no wonder he looked so familiar?&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless for a moment but then thankful for having the chance to take the pic of his tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;David Blaine….I love yooouuuuu!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-115338687163898190?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/115338687163898190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=115338687163898190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115338687163898190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115338687163898190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-coolest-things-about-living-in.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-115330199852477623</id><published>2006-07-19T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T02:39:58.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve been searching for information of guesthouse or home stay in Denpasar area, on the internet for days, for my sister &amp; her husband who are coming to visit me next month, with no luck.&lt;br /&gt;I have made number of search using google and went through all the websites linked to it one by one, but after several of days now, I think it’s time to quit.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there are no satisfying adequate information on guest house and home stay in Denpasar area.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure this absence of information is not because there are no guest house / home stay in Denpasar area, but I think it is simply because nobody feels necessary to put such kind of information on the internet, including the owner of the guest houses/home stays themselves.&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, huge numbers of lists of guest house / home stay in other part of Bali, such as Kuta, Legian, Ubud, etc...can easily be found on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I feel kind of desperate right now coz now I can picture myself having to go from one guest house to another to check the room rate &amp; availability.&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is would be time &amp; energy consuming…*sighing*&lt;br /&gt;But..what choices do I have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-115330199852477623?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/115330199852477623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=115330199852477623' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115330199852477623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115330199852477623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-searching-for-information-of.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-115321629875731552</id><published>2006-07-18T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T02:51:38.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had a meeting with Andi &amp; Hendi last night at this little restaurant or so-called café in Waturenggong called Waroengkoe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I first heard about that little café from Mayne, one of my office mates and she said that food was okay, the price was cheap and the place was nice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At first I wanted to have the meeting in circle K kerobokan, the place where me and my friends like to hang out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So circle K in kerobokan has this small section called Coffee To Go where they sell various sandwiches, coffee, hotdog, cookies, pastry, cakes and milkshakes. They have this big and comfortable sofa and a TV that make us like to sit there for hours, just talk about nothing and everything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a nice place to hang out and me &amp;amp; my friends like to called it Central Perk…you know, the café in the famous TV series, Friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, when I heard about the little café, Waroengkoe, from Mayne, I decided to give it a try.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I mean, I just thought it would be nice to try some place new for a change.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I called Andi &amp; Hendi and told them that we were going to meet in Waroengkoe instead, at 7.30 pm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hendi came by the house at 7.00pm &amp;amp; we went straight to the café.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The place wasn’t so hard to find and even before I entered the café (was still in parking), I already fell in love with the place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was small but nicely decorated with Javanese style interior, with wooden chairs and painting on the walls and small statues and all other small details.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was beyond my expectation actually.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So me &amp; Hendi took a seat in the corner and ordered Es Teler &amp;amp; Ice Lemon Tea and French Fries while waiting for Andi to join us.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I couldn’t help admiring the place and thought that the place would be nice for a romantic dinner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has this small garden on the front and they put this small wooden table and chair for two.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The café was just by the street but since the garden was covered with trees and plants, it still gave this cozy atmosphere despite the noise of the traffic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, the selection of menu is mostly Javanese &amp; Chinese (with Javanese food taste) food and the price is considered really cheap especially looking at this nicely decorated place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The taste of the food was okay, not excellent, just simply okay but absolutely worth the money.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I said to myself, I would definitely come back here again very soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The meeting went well, the three of us engaged in a nice conversation, exchanging information and hopefully everything would work out well soon after this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-115321629875731552?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/115321629875731552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=115321629875731552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115321629875731552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115321629875731552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-had-meeting-with-andi-ice-lemon-tea.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-115285881291530775</id><published>2006-07-13T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:33:32.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hari ini, aku nge-post lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, setelah sekian lama…terlalu lama malah.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah beberapa lama, aku sempet lupa, apa alasan awalnya aku bikin blog ini.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah blog ini tercipta…halah…ternyata tercipta juga banyak sekali excuse untuk gak nulis.&lt;br /&gt;Uhhmmm…let’s see :&lt;br /&gt;1. Gak ada waktu buat nulis (karena akses computer yang paling nyaman hanya di kantor).&lt;br /&gt;2. Terlalu banyak hal yang musti di tulis, sampe bingung mo nulis yg mana duluan.&lt;br /&gt;3. Males…(well, ini mah penyakit...:P)&lt;br /&gt;4. Bingung mo nulis pake bahasa Indonesia or inggris (penting ngga sih…hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;5. Ngga PeDe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, critanya gini, awalnya ngebaca milis soal interview video nya Miss Indonesia di kancah pertarungan…halah…Miss Universe 2006 di http://www.merlyna.org/blog/index.php/2006/miss-indonesia-says-indonesia-is-a-city/&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kok malah end up baca2 &amp; buka2 blog2 nya komentator2 yg ikutan comment di blog itu.&lt;br /&gt;Takjub juga aku baca2 blog mereka, karena ternyata keren2 &amp; bener2 mutu.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya dari sini, muncul lagi minat buat nulis walaupun sebenernya muncul juga rasa makin gak PD, ngeliat tulisan2 mereka dibandingin tulisanku yg poor gini…(kesian deh gue).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway (lagi??) I decided to start writing, I mean…toh gak ada yg baca ini (but myself)?&lt;br /&gt;Buatku, at least I have tried leaving my marks di dunia per-blog’an ini.&lt;br /&gt;Pun, kalo ada yang baca…Harap maklum, kesalahan bukan pada pesawat TV anda…(apa sih??:P)&lt;br /&gt;Yah, her name is also effort…(ini istilah minjem)…alias, namanya juga usaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Be very honest about who and what you are. And if people still like you, that’s great!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sting – Quotes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-115285881291530775?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/115285881291530775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=115285881291530775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115285881291530775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/115285881291530775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/07/hari-ini-aku-nge-post-lagi.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-114984595390462931</id><published>2006-06-09T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:51:52.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, I went to bed without praying first like I always do every night before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why…I felt so lazy, guess I just didn’t feel like talking to Him.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I did, I would feel like the biggest hypocrite on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out, I couldn’t sleep at all…So many things went through my messed up mind.&lt;br /&gt;People say, it’d be better to be hurt now than later. I say…that’s bull!&lt;br /&gt;Pain…now or later, would still feel just as painful and it sucks! &lt;br /&gt;Don’t know why, last night…The pain felt more painful than it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;The night was colder and darker than before. &lt;br /&gt;And I felt that my loneliness was lonelier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Everything felt so much more worse that I couldn’t breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The limit of every pain is an even greater pain".&lt;br /&gt;Emile M. Cioran quotes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-114984595390462931?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/114984595390462931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=114984595390462931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114984595390462931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114984595390462931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-night-i-went-to-bed-without_09.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-114898287547200905</id><published>2006-05-30T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:27:55.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tue, 23 May 2006, 9:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi ini telat bangun, ngga kenapa2...I'm just not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;Keluar kamar, dia ada di lantai sebelah.&lt;br /&gt;"Eh mbak, kok tumben siang berangkatnya?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hai nik, iya nih, telat bangun, lagian Andrew juga blm balik dari Amrik, jd nyantai ajah...hehehe. Eh gak jadi naik kuda hari ini? Katanya mo naik kuda di Sanur?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ngga jadi mbak, aku belum dapet mens hari ini...lagian kalopun jadi, mustinya sore kok, bukan pagi."&lt;br /&gt;"Lho emang napa kalo blm dpt mens? Apa hubungannya ama naik kuda?" *polos*&lt;br /&gt;"Aku udah telat seminggu nih mbak..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yah....so?? Biasa kan telat atau maju seminggu?".&lt;br /&gt;"Aduuhh...mbak ini gmn sih?? Udah telat seminggu mbak...aku kan pake pil, jd harusnya gak telat."&lt;br /&gt;Oh shoot...she's pregnant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was going to be an ordinary day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A single day is enough to make us a little larger, or another time, a little smaller."&lt;br /&gt;Paul Klee quotes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-114898287547200905?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/114898287547200905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=114898287547200905' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114898287547200905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114898287547200905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/05/tue-23-may-2006-930am-pagi-ini-telat.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-114828779673937561</id><published>2006-05-22T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:45:37.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The big question is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really like this guy...&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just so goddamn lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's time we said goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;Time now to decide&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't you feel so small&lt;br /&gt;Dark is the night, for all..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA is mocking me....*heavily breathing"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-114828779673937561?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/114828779673937561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=114828779673937561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114828779673937561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114828779673937561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-question-is.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-114828678550855629</id><published>2006-05-22T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T01:54:37.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabtu malem minggu, 9:00 pm...&lt;br /&gt;Soto Mie di Sunda Kelapa mulai masuk ke perut tanpa dikunyah dengan sempurna...&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu ke Classic Cafe, Kuta Galleria...A Tribute To The Cure Night.&lt;br /&gt;Disitu untuk pertama kalinya, aku ngeliat Robby ngumpul sama temen2 di habitat nya.&lt;br /&gt;Habitat anak2 Indie...&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumnya aku pernah nanya ke dia, waktu ketemu dia dikantor dalam kondisi setengah melek...&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa loe Robz?"....."Ngantuk bu..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ngapain semalem?? Nge-band lagi??"&lt;br /&gt;"Iya bu, latihan ama anak2 sampe pagi"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah gila loe Robz...gitu juga loe jabanin? Udah tau besokannya ngantor! Lagian, latian mulu, kapan maen-nya sih?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yah...ntar deh,kapan2 kalo aku main,aku ajakin deh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Robz, gw bukannya gak suka loe nge-band...tapi emang loe ngeband dpt apaan sih?? Mending loe ngobyek bikin gambar2 villa sampe pagi, abisannya dapet duit, trs kita bisa pergi makan pizza....nah ini?? Emang loe dibayar berapa??" *nyolot*&lt;br /&gt;"Ngga dibayar sih bu...cuman dikasih makan aja ama minum" *polos*&lt;br /&gt;"Set dah, gratisan??!!! Kalo cuma ngasih makan ama minum aja...aku juga bisa!"&lt;br /&gt;"Tetetete...tapi bu, ada jg sih untungnya kalo ngeband..."&lt;br /&gt;"Apaan???"&lt;br /&gt;"Tenar...." *lugu*&lt;br /&gt;Itulah salah satu sahabat terbaikku, Robby yang nyentrik, yang seniman, yang idealis, yang gak pamrih, yang indie banget...&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun aku gak pernah liat kamu diliput majalah,koran, tabloid, atau apalah...kalo kamu bahagia, sampe kapanpun aku akan selalu support kamu kok Robz.&lt;br /&gt;Malam semakin dalam...ditemani "The Cure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm alone with you you make me feel like i am home again &lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm alone with you you make me feel like i am whole again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm alone with you you make me feel like i am young again &lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm alone withyou you make me feel like i am fun again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however far away i will always love you &lt;br /&gt;howeverlong i stay i will always love you &lt;br /&gt;whatever words i say i will always love you &lt;br /&gt;i will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm alone with you you make me feel like i am free again &lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm alone with you you make me feel like i am clean again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however far away i will always love you &lt;br /&gt;however long i stay i will always love you &lt;br /&gt;whatever words i say i will always love you &lt;br /&gt;i will always love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-114828678550855629?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/114828678550855629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=114828678550855629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114828678550855629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114828678550855629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/05/sabtu-malem-minggu-900-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-114794234920229331</id><published>2006-05-18T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:41:52.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hari ini, kakakku semata wayang, kirim message di YM...&lt;br /&gt;(aku baru2 aja nyadar kalo wayang kulit,mata nya cuman 1)...&lt;br /&gt;Nanya...."kalek (panggilan sayang buatku), blog apaan siy? Kok gak ada artinya di kamus?" ***lugu***&lt;br /&gt;Nguuakkk...ngguaakk....&lt;br /&gt;Gimana jelasinnya yak??&lt;br /&gt;Maklum, aku sendiri msh awam banget soal nge-blog dkk ini...&lt;br /&gt;Dia bilang lagi..."kayanya asik ya, buat belajar nulis2...aku juga pengen, biarpun ntar nulisnya ngasal"&lt;br /&gt;Next conversation adalah guiding dia buat create blog...&lt;br /&gt;Sampe ke bikin nama blog...stuck lagi...&lt;br /&gt;"Enaknya pake nama apa ya lek? Yang kesannya simple, sincere, tenang..."&lt;br /&gt;Aduuuhh...kok ribet bener sih mo bikin nama blog ajah??&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku sih maklum banget kok...&lt;br /&gt;Blog itu kan "rumah" buat curhat...apa aja, buat nulis yang ngga jelas, buat translate pikiran &amp; perasaan ke bahasa tulisan.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi musti di kasih nama yang "gue banget"...biar pas sama pemilik blog nya.&lt;br /&gt;Liat aja...jangan kan blog, mo kasih nama anjing or kucing peliharaan aja...kadang musti mikir dulu berhari2.&lt;br /&gt;At last terciptalah...ciiieehh...blog yg namanya "Primeval", bahasa latin yang artinya "Yang mula-mula"&lt;br /&gt;Way to go sis...welcome to the club"&lt;br /&gt;Seengga-engga nya...aku ada temen belajar nulis, walaupun nulis nya bukan nulis sesuatu yg komersil.&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to get laid, go to college. If you want an education, go to the library"&lt;br /&gt;Frank Zappa quotes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-114794234920229331?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/114794234920229331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=114794234920229331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114794234920229331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114794234920229331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/05/hari-ini-kakakku-semata-wayang-kirim.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-114783443212505332</id><published>2006-05-16T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:37:01.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hari gini, masih penting ngga sih...jatuh cinta?&lt;br /&gt;This 1 question has been hanging 'round my mind for sometime&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya sih udah cukup experienced ngerasain both 'fell in love' &amp; 'broken hearted'&lt;br /&gt;Tapi rasanya gak pernah sama...1 experience after another&lt;br /&gt;Sweet &amp;amp; slow poison *sarcastic mode on*&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin itu makanya orang gak pernah berhenti nyari, gak pernah kapok&lt;br /&gt;But then again...penting ngga sih????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is only the dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species"&lt;br /&gt;William Somerset Maugham quotes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-114783443212505332?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/114783443212505332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=114783443212505332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114783443212505332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114783443212505332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/05/hari-gini-masih-penting-ngga-sih.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-114775318055077345</id><published>2006-05-15T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:33:58.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day Sleeper (REM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini catatan pertama,&lt;br /&gt;Kaku banget, lama ngga nulis...&lt;br /&gt;Tulisan pertama ini...a tribute to Ferre, yang selama ini ternyata masih yakin kalo aku bisa nulis.&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, sleepy day.&lt;br /&gt;Semalem pulang kantor, makan nasi timlo 5 ribuan yang nendang banget, di Imbo, sama Linda.&lt;br /&gt;Trus jalan bentar ke Galeria Simpang Siur.&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu, pulang ke kos, pengen lgs mandi trus bobo.&lt;br /&gt;Eh kok jadinya malah nonton TV.&lt;br /&gt;Acaranya sinetron sih...tp karena yg main 'lucu', itu tuh si Ruben...eh kok jadinya malah betah ngeliatin.&lt;br /&gt;Pas udah mo mandi, ada sms...ternyata si Surya,mo dateng, mo curhat katanya...&lt;br /&gt;Jadi mandinya batal deh...&lt;br /&gt;Males jg sih benernya...abis capek + ngantuks...tapi yah itung2 amal deh.&lt;br /&gt;Soalnya emang gak enak banget sih kalo pas lg nafsu pengen curhat tp ngga kesalur...&lt;br /&gt;10 menit kemudian dia dateng...trus curhat sampe midnite gitu.&lt;br /&gt;Abis dia pulang (setelah diusir secara halus), lgs deh mandi trus cepet2 head to bed...&lt;br /&gt;Eh...belum juga sempet ngapa2in...tahu2 HP bunyi....asem!&lt;br /&gt;Mau gak diangkat...tuh org niat banget nelpon terus2an....Brisiiikkkk!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Udah di reject...masih aja nelpon....&lt;br /&gt;Lama2...jangan2 ada yg gak beres nih??? Alhasil terpaksa ngangkat tuh telpon yg bener2 gak tau diri...&lt;br /&gt;Sempet ngeliat jam di HP...2:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;Rupanya...belum puas dia cerita...masih ada kasus tambahan.&lt;br /&gt;Sempet nyesel juga jadinya...kenapa juga sok baik mo dengerin dia curhat???&lt;br /&gt;Telpon ditutup..jam di HP...3:15 am...shoot!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jam 08:00 am...alarm di HP baru aja bunyi, pintu kamar udh di ketok...ternyata 'pacar' si Surya.&lt;br /&gt;Gak pake preambule...lgs aja curhat.&lt;br /&gt;What is it with you people????&lt;br /&gt;Beneran aja...jam udah nunjukin jam 8:30 dan masih yg belum mandi gitu...&lt;br /&gt;Ya udh mandi bebek trus lgs ngebut motor ke kantor....masih bagus telat cuman 5 menit.&lt;br /&gt;Seumur-umur kerja disini, baru sekali ini deh telat.&lt;br /&gt;My God....sooooo sleeepppyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Untung bos lagi ke amrik, jadi rada lowong di kantor.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo dipikir2...permasalahan mereka asal muasal nya dari kesepakatan buat TTM'an.&lt;br /&gt;Suatu konsep gak jelas...yang dibikin oleh orang2 yg gak jelas...yg disetujui tanpa kejelasan.&lt;br /&gt;Males banget....&lt;br /&gt;Heran...hari gini, ngetrend banget yg namanya TTM'an....???&lt;br /&gt;Padahal mostly...ujung2nya gini deh...ribet &amp;amp; bikin sakit hati.&lt;br /&gt;Tau deh...pingin pulang...nerusin tidur.&lt;br /&gt;Ijin setengah hari kali ye? *akal bulus mode on*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-114775318055077345?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/114775318055077345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=114775318055077345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114775318055077345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114775318055077345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-sleeper-rem-ini-catatan-pertama.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-114774878220062910</id><published>2006-05-15T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:30:03.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You, The Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought you were a wave&lt;br /&gt;But each time I dived in to swim&lt;br /&gt;You would spin me up like wind storm&lt;br /&gt;The sweat burst and soul and body are restless&lt;br /&gt;Becomes a prayer of untouched love&lt;br /&gt;There, I find comfort in your breeze&lt;br /&gt;Once a while just before you blow away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hunt the voice of the flute in the distance&lt;br /&gt;Which I find are the rustling branches&lt;br /&gt;I am dazed by the illusion of your moves&lt;br /&gt;As silent as the stone within my longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, there is no need to chase you&lt;br /&gt;You live within and outside me&lt;br /&gt;There is no distance yet you are so far&lt;br /&gt;So close yet not touching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is true you are the wind&lt;br /&gt;I will breathe you in as I wish&lt;br /&gt;Deep within the heart that beats&lt;br /&gt;You are the new spirit of my life&lt;br /&gt;Flows the blood, flows within the vein of my love&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- HRC Bali, 21 April 2006 -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-114774878220062910?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/114774878220062910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=114774878220062910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114774878220062910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114774878220062910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-wind-at-first-i-thought-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27082641.post-114765994151386041</id><published>2006-05-14T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:07:15.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Buat para Sahabat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cinta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jangan tertarik kepada seseorang karena parasnya, sebab keelokan paras dapat menyesatkan. Jangan pula tertarik kepada kekayaannya karena kekayaan dapat musnah. Tertariklah kepada seseorang yang dapat membuatmu tersenyum, karena hanya senyum yang dapat membuat hari-hari yang gelap menjadi cerah. Semoga kamu menemukan orang seperti itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ada saat-saat dalam hidup ketika kamu sangat merindukan seseorang sehingga ingin hati menjemputnya dari alam mimpi dan memeluknya dalam alam nyata. Semoga kamu memimpikan orang seperti itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bermimpilah tentang apa yang ingin kamu impikan, pergilah ke tempat-tempat kamu ingin pergi. Jadilah seperti yang kamu inginkan, karena kamu hanya memiliki satu kehidupan dan satu kesempatan untuk melakukan hal-hal yang ingin kamu lakukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Semoga kamu mendapatkan kebahagiaan yang cukup untuk membuatmu baik hati, cobaan yang cukup untuk membuatmu kuat, kesedihan yang cukup untuk membuatmu manusiawi, pengharapan yang cukup untuk membuatmu bahagia dan uang yang cukup untuk membeli segala keperluanmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ketika satu pintu kebahagiaan tertutup, pintu yang lain dibukakan. Tetapi acap kali kita terpaku terlalu lama pada pintu yang tertutup sehingga tidak melihat pintu lain yang dibukakan bagi kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sahabat terbaik adalah dia yang dapat duduk berayun-ayun di beranda bersamamu, tanpa mengucapkan sepatah katapun , dan kemudian kamu meninggalkannya dengan perasaan telah bercakap-cakap lama dengannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sungguh benar bahwa kita tidak tahu apa yang kita miliki sampai kita kehilangannya, tetapi sungguh benar pula bahwa kita tidak tahu apa yang belum pernah kita miliki sampai kita mendapatkannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pandanglah segala sesuatu dari kacamata orang lain. Apabila hal itu menyakitkan hatimu, sangat mungkin hal itu menyakitkan hari orang lain pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kata-kata yang diucapkan sembarangan dapat menyulut perselisihan. Kata-kata yang kejam dapat menghancurkan suatu kehidupan. Kata-kata yang diucapkan pada tempatnya dapat meredakan ketegangan. Kata-kata yang penuh cinta dapat menyembuhkan dan memberkahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Awal dari cinta adalah membiarkan orang yang kita cintai menjadi dirinya sendiri, dan tidak merubahnya menjadi gambaran yang kita inginkan. Jika tidak, kita hanya mencintai pantulan diri sendiri yang kita temukan di dalam dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Orang-orang yang paling berbahagiapun tidak selalu memiliki hal-hal terbaik, mereka hanya berusaha menjadikan yang terbaik dari setiap hal yang hadir dalam hidupnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Mungkin Tuhan menginginkan kita bertemu dengan beberapa orang yang salah sebelum bertemu dengan orang yang tepat, kita harus mengerti bagaimana berterimakasih atas karunia itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Hanya diperlukan waktu semenit untuk menaksir seseorang, sejam untuk menyukai seseorang dan sehari untuk mencintai seseorang, tetapi diperlukan waktu seumur hidup untuk melupakan seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Kebahagiaan tersedia bagi mereka yang menangis, mereka yang disakiti hatinya, mereka yang mencari dan mereka yang mencoba. Karena hanya mereka itulah yang menghargai pentingnya orang-orang yang pernah hadir dalam hidup mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Cinta adalah jika kamu kehilangan rasa, gairah, romantika dan masih tetap perduli padanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Hal yang menyedihkan dalam hidup adalah ketika kamu bertemu seseorang yang sangat berarti bagimu dan mendapati pada akhirnya bahwa tidak demikian adanya dan kamu harus melepaskannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Cinta dimulai dengan sebuah senyuman, bertumbuh dengan sebuah ciuman dan berakhir dengan tetesan air mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Cinta datang kepada mereka yang masih berharap sekalipun pernah dikecewakan, kepada mereka yang masih percaya sekalipun pernah dikhianati, kepada mereka yang masih mencintai sekalipun pernah disakiti hatinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Sungguh menyakitkan mencintai seseorang yang tidak mencintaimu, tetapi lebih menyakitkan adalah mencintai seseorang dan tidak pernah memiliki keberanian untuk mengutarakan cintamu kepadanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Masa depan yang cerah selalu tergantung pada masa lalu yang dilupakan. Kamu tidak dapat hidup terus dengan baik jika kamu tidak melupakan kegagalan dan sakit hati di masa lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Jangan pernah mengucapkan selamat tinggal jika kamu masih mau mencoba, jangan pernah menyerah jika kamu masih merasa sanggup, jangan pernah mengatakan kamu tidak mencintainya lagi jika kamu masih tidak dapat melupakannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Memberikan seluruh cintamu kepada seseorang bukanlah jaminan dia akan membalas cintamu. Jangan mengharapkan balasan cinta, tunggulah sampai cinta berkembang di hatinya, tetapi jika tidak, berbahagialah karena cinta tumbuh di hatimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Ada hal-hal yang sangat ingin kamu dengar tetapi tidak akan pernah kamu dengar dari orang yang kamu harapkan untuk mengatakannya. Namun demikian, janganlah menulikan telinga untuk mendengar dari orang yang mengatakannyadengan sepenuh hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Waktu kamu lahir, kamu menangis dan orang-orang di sekelilingmu tersenyum. Jalanilah hidupmu sehingga pada waktu kamu meninggal, kamu tersenyum dan orang-orang di sekelilingmu menangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source from &lt;a href="http://yanuar.kutakutik.or.id/archives/2006/01/13/cinta/"&gt;Yanuar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27082641-114765994151386041?l=franciskasavitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/feeds/114765994151386041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27082641&amp;postID=114765994151386041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114765994151386041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27082641/posts/default/114765994151386041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://franciskasavitri.blogspot.com/2006/05/buat-para-sahabat.html' title=''/><author><name>franciskasavitri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11514331000938577756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://aycu33.webshots.com/image/592/1527179126774673761_rs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
