tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39935112012-01-07T22:44:32.882+07:00:: A Personal Blog - A Young Woman's Insight of Love & Life ::celotehaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17187348258171033505noreply@blogger.comBlogger1131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993511.post-1111059339732647932005-03-17T18:32:00.000+07:002005-03-17T18:35:39.733+07:00

Farewell Blogger.I'm now striding my stuff at http://www.alia.or.idIt's been a wonderful, unforgetful year.Yet, it's time to shed the blogger skin and be on my own.From now on, I will be updating my writings at http://www.alia.or.idPlease come by and visit!;)P.S. For my fellow bloggies, please change my link in your blog to:http://www.alia.or.idThanks!

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My narcisst level is quite high today.So, I would like to share with you several things about... yes, you're right.. MYSELF. :)Enjoy! Rrrroooarrrr!Leo - Your Love ProfileYour positive traits:You're almost always the center of attention - and easy for potential dates to spotYour happiness and optimism is appealing to all... and contagious!You don't hold grudges - getting over little fights is no

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Enggak seharusnya seorang anak pergi duluan meninggalkan ibunya.Enggak seharusnya seorang adik pergi duluan meninggalkan kakak-kakaknya.Enggak seharusnya seorang tante pergi duluan meninggalkan keponakan-keponakannya.Enggak seharusnya seorang istri pergi duluan meninggalkan suami disaat berjuang.Enggak seharusnya seorang ibu pergi duluan meninggalkan anaknyayang masih kelas 1 SD.Ataupun yang

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Dentuman musik itu bertalu dan bergema dalam rongga dadaku.Keras. Bertubi. Sedikit menyesakkan. Tapi sungguh terasa enak.Sesekali suara peluit memekakkan telinga menaikkan adrenalin.Berjalan sedikit sempoyonganterobos goyangan manusia yang menggila.Bertemu kawan-kawan lama. Kenal kawan-kawan baru. + "Halo!" - "Halo halo..."+ "Hai!"- "Hai sayang.." [disertai pelukan hangat dan tepukan di punggung]

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What does it feel to be in love?How do you know when you're in love?Happiness. Joy. Laughter. That fluttering feeling inside your heart.Those butterflies flying inside your tummy.Everything is great. You just want to smile all the time.But then suddenly it happens.That first cry.That first fight.That first feeling of hate.That first feeling of being angry.That first feeling of being selfish.But

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As Jon will say... I'm completely STOKED.After watching the finals of MANHUNT - The Search for America's Gorgeous Male Modelat Star Channel last Tuesday, I was like on my knees begging Jon to strip down.Ha ha haYups, to get THE Crown, the two last finalists Jon & Rob had to do nude photography!Rob was really confident and didn't hesitate a bit.Jon on the other hand started to feel

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An old colleague of mine once said to me:"Women are the soil. They are made to be planted.While Men are seeds. And they are made to spread their seeds all over the place."Of course, I quickly glared back at him.But what is it with men and being unfaithful?Is it true that 2 out of 3 men cheated on their partners?Is it why that Islam - during very strict requirements - allow men to have more than

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When I was in Bali last week for a well-deserved holiday,a shopkeeper suddenly asked a foreigner in full confidence with open arms,"Hey Mother [She was an australian elder woman], you want to give me something?!"The Australian was surprised but couldn't hide her big grin and answered back,"Nooo... do you want to give ME something?"LOL.Well, if YOU want to give me something.. you don't have to ask

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I've already written this post a few days back, but it was only today I had time to finish it. Maybe it was because I was couped in an FGD (Focus Group Discussion) with young mothers for two whole days. Maybe it was because several of my colleagues kept talking about their kids. Maybe it was because some of my friends in my Friendster friend list has changed their name to "Mamanya X" or "

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Sometimes I don't understand what men are thinking. I read Men are from Mars and Woman are from Venus... and I consider it a great book! I've changed on how I see a relationship because of it.. but sometimes reality is harder than pages of words on a book. Woman tend to prefer men to "read their mind", which to men is a very hard task to do. (Mind you, woman has this gift of reading other

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Have you ever look at a person and think how he/she have a girl/boyfriend with all his/her bad attitude - while your good nice guy/girl friend is still girl/boyfriend-less? Have you ever look at a couple who have very opposite - even contradicting - personalities and still maintain a happy relationship? Have you ever look at your partner and see all his/her flaws, but can not NOT fall in love

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Last week, a guy friend of mine told me he was getting a headache because his newly-wed wife is having her PMS. "Women have their PMS and guys get the PMS Effect." "Ha ha ha ha... well, it's always nice to have someone to suffer with." "But, everything I do is wrong. I say something and I get yelled at. If I keep my peace, she thinks I don't care about her anymore. What should I do?" "Hmm..

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As humans, it's natural for one to have wishes, hopes and expectations. When one wishes, one expresses one desires concerning the future or fortune of. When one hopes, one has a general feeling that some desire will be fulfilled. When one expects, one has a belief (or mental picture) of the future in confidence of fulfillment. When one wishes, one still has that happy energetic feeling to make

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You may say I am a dreamer But I am not the only one I hope some day you'll join us And the world will live as one [Imagine - John Lennon] Of course all of us have dreams. And we all want our dreams to come true. But what happens when we have to choose which dreams come true first? What happens if we can't make all our dreams come true? [ei tu ze] is a book by Danni Junus and talks about

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What a busy week it has been! Yet today I finally could slip some time to update this blog. Phew! So what have I been up to? Working basically. Shooting two commercials. Creating a jingle. Revisions. All in all... flipping between brands. Aahh.. isn't work a great term to define modern slavery? Oh well, as long as I can still pay my rent, buy food, give some money to my parents, buy Body Shop

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... rasa yang biasa. Melewati satu malam yang tak berbeda. Padahal teman dan ikan bakar gosong menemani waktu berganti. Mungkin hanya terompet yang memekakkan telinga yang menyadarkan, "HEI, INI HARI BARU DI TAHUN 2005!" And so? ... peristiwa yang memuakkan. Saat Aceh beribu nyawa hilang dirasa sayang. Sebuah nyawa di Jakarta terbuang karena keangkuhan dan uang. Memuakkan. ... berbagai kerjaan

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I hate the world today You're so good to me I know but I can't change Tried to tell you But you look at me like maybe I'm an angel underneath Innocent and sweet Yesterday I cried Must have been relieved to see The softer side I can understand how you'd be so confused I don't envy you I'm a little bit of everything All rolled into one I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a

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After all the tears shed in the last days of Year 2004, let us hold our head up high and brighten the new days with a big smile! As the sun kisses the new days ahead, let us hold courage in our hearts, let us carry hope through our walks, and carress love in our hands. For your sheer pleasure, please scroll down and find McCann Indonesia's End Year & Christmas Party held on Dec. 24, 2004. The

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Click here to find out ways YOU can help relief the pain of ASIA QUAKE/TSUNAMI. If you want to know the latest official information on Aceh's Tsunami, click here. Help Indonesia by clicking here.

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They were talking happily in the front terrace. Several members of their family just left in their new car. They start turning on and playing with their new handycam. Suddenly the ground is shaken. A huge thunder marks the arrival of the first water wave. They all run to the second floor. In seconds, water fills the first floor. They race upstairs before the dirty, brown water catches them.

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Bantuan untuk korban bencana gempa dan tsunami di Aceh dan Sumatra Utara dapat disalurkan melalui: Indosiar Rek. BCA atas nama Indosiar: 001 - 304 - 0009 RCTI Rek. BCA atas nama RCTI: 128 - 300 -7000 =====> tgl. 30 Dec 2004 berangkat bersama GEMA NUSA (AA Gym) Koordinator Kesra RI Rek. atas nama Kepala Biro Umum bidang Kesra Nama: I Nyoman Meweh Rek. BNI Cab Harmoni: 07 000 311 2717 911

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Sehari setelah Natal, Asia diguncang oleh gempa bumi berkekuatan 9,0 richter. Parahnya, gempa berkekuatan dahsyat ini terjadi di bawah laut dan menyebabkan tsunami (atau ombak besar) setinggi hingga 20 meter! Tsunami ini menyebar dan berhasil menghancurkan setidaknya 7 negara di kawasan Asia. Tadi pagi ketika sibuk memilih baju untuk kerja, suara toa di masjid depan kos saya mulai

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Seiring dengan waktu, teknologi berkembang kian pesat dengan bentuk yang lebih kecil serta harga yang semakin murah! Enggak percaya? Pernah denger Moore's Law? Moore - lengkapnya, Gordon Moore - merupakan pendiri Intel yang legendaris. Dia mengatakan bahwa jumlah transistor yang dapat difabrikasi dalam chip meningkat dua kali dalam tiap tahun. (Kemudian diralat menjadi: meningkat 2 kali

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Berdiri tegak sempurna. Angkat tangan kanan sampai membentuk 90 derajat dengan tubuh. Angkat kaki kiri ke belakang. Miringkan tangan kanan ke samping. Turunkan kaki kiri. Angkat tangan kiri keatas. Tundukkan kepala. Turunkan tangan kanan. Putar tubuh 45 derajat ke kanan. Menungginglah ke belakang. Angkat tangan kanan hingga sejajar tangan kiri. Putar tubuh lagi 45 derajat ke kanan. Peganglah

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Pertama dikenalkan dengan istilah "Ngehek!" ama mas LEP waktu di Matari. I didn't really know the meaning of it, tapi kalau dia kesel pasti kata Ngehek! keluar. Aku pun ketularan virus Ngehek!. Setiap kesel banget ama sesuatu, aku pun berujar Ngehek! dan kekesalan itu segera sirna. (Okay, kadang aku harus ngucapinnya beberapa kali, baru rasa kesalnya hilang.) So what does Ngehek! mean? Try

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Dentuman musik DJ semakin menghentak. Tubuhku bergerak kian cepat mengikuti irama goyangnya. Aku meloncat dua langkah ke kiri, dua langkah ke kanan. Hmmm.. Aku benar-benar suka meloncat! Ku ringankan tubuhku dan membiarkan angin mengangkatnya menuju langit. Tanganku bergerak ke atas dan ke samping sambil kukepalkan sekuat tenaga. Otot-otot biceps dan triceps ku terlihat cantik menunjukkan

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That question popped up in the CCI mailing list several weeks ago. The CCI mailing list members consist from advertising students up to the Suhu Advertising Creatives of Indonesia. Sometimes the discussion can be heavy and deep, but mostly they're quite light and humorous. But it's guaranteed, you'll still learn alot. As Om Budiman Hakim once said "Lanturan tapi Relevan." Biar ngelantur, tapi

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1234 Gibbs Avenue. Commonwealth Terrace Center St. Paul, Minnesota 55108 Phone No: 555-0905 Yups. That's my childhood home address and phone number. And I still remember it until this very day. If you plan to visit my historical home, you can get the map here. You can also read more about it here. I lived in that small place for 5 years. That's not too long, say some of you. Well, whatever..

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On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene of ten years ago. The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and

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Saat kamu merasakan cinta sejati, kamu menyayangi seseorang apa adanya, memahami kekurangannya dan menutupi kelemahannya sambil melihat sisi terbaiknya. Saat kamu cinta buta dengan seseorang, kamu menganggapnya dia begitu sempurna hingga menutupi seluruh kekurangan yang ada pada dirinya. Hmmmmm... Kalau dipikir-pikir lagi, sebenarnya perbedaan antara Cinta Buta dan Cinta Sejati itu

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I got this quiz from Rangga. Whether you think its true or not.. well, don't think too hard about it. It's just a quiz... sheesh! =) You're Godel, Escher, Bach! by Douglas Hofstadter Despite being interested in things like mathematical theory and the secret lives of numbers, you're actually quite popular. You carry on great dialogues, though you keep asking people about their heel. When faced

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I was never into Indonesian books. I hated those Bahasa translation novels. The last children book author I loved was Beverly Cleary with her Ramona. And THAT was when I was still in Elementary School. Later on when I grew up, I fell in love with Sapardi Djoko Darmono and his writings at Republika. I even had a suitcase full of clippings of his writings! But alas, it was lost when I moved to

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But what do you do when all is said and done What do you say when someone stubbornly wants it her way And insists us to do it when we have no clue what they want Is it really worth fighting for Is it really worth even thinking for You give it all you got And all you get is a big blotch You try the best you can And you are sacked in and out again Who's the idiot here Is it she, is it he, is it

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Sejak hari Minggu sore lalu, tiba-tiba saja ada keinginan yang super dahsyat untuk melahap sebuah kue tar cokelat. Aku bisa merasakan lelehan cokelatnya di lidahku dan itu benar-benar mennggelitik emosiku untuk sesegera mungkin mencari toko kue coklat. Sayangnya, di Depok gak ada toko kue cokelat. Dan Aria pun cuma bisa menggeleng-gelengkan kepala tanda pusing tak bisa memenuhi keinginan ajaibku

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Karena aku adalah pribadi yang kompetitif. Saat semua berjalan biasa saja dan sesuai mauku berada di ujung jariku, pastikan saja aku kan mengeluh dengan sebal dan menghela bosan. Namun, bila kurasakan ada yang menantang keberadaanku dan berkacak meremehkanku, siapkan dirimu untuk dengarkan aku meraung dengan segala peluh dalam tubuh. Aku penuh dengan ambisi, karena itu yang membuat hidupku

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Lebaran is (was) here. Went around meeting the Big Family. Granny, aunties, uncles, cousins, nephews and nieces. Then of coure, meeting the other family. His family. It's actually no big deal, since we both meet and know both sides of the parents quite well. He came by my place on the second day. I came by at his place on the third day. Excited and nervous? Not really. I guess we're so used to

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Mungkin tidak. Tapi enggak ada salahnya untuk mencoba. =) Minal aidin wal faidzin. Mohon maaf lahir & bathin. Selamat Idul Fitri untuk semua.

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One day, Yasser Arafat visited a fortune teller who carefully traced his life line. "I have strange news," she says. "You will die on a major Jewish holiday." Arafat, amazed, muses on the vagaries of fate that would, after the life he'd lived, have him dying on a Jewish festival. "Mr. Chairman," the fortune teller replies, "Any day you die is a major Jewish holiday." The above is one of the

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Want to know what the Americans - well, at least half of them - feel after the election results? Click here. Need an intro to get you intrigued? Here goes: Some of us — hopefully most of us — are trying to understand and appreciate the effect our recent election will have on you, the citizens of the rest of the world. As our so-called leaders redouble their efforts to screw you over, please

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President Idiot And so Bush was elected President for USA... again! Another surprising result, especially since before the election it seems that most people are more in favour of Kerry. But, do remember in the previous election where somehow Bush defeated Al Gore. Wondered how a president who just sat quietly in a school classroom, when two airplanes crashed into the Twin Towers - could still

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A Mama hen came to live at McDonald's farm. She moved there thinking she'll be more taken care for and of course one day hatch a golden egg. As days go by, the dreamy fog went away and the reality becomes clearer. Farmer McDonald turns out to be expecting too much of his little hens. "Well, at least it was better than the last farm.", said Mama Hen to herself. The food and the hen's quarters

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And so you say, girls loved to be lied. EEK! WRONG. Girls loved to be appreciated. Girls loved to be loved. Girls HATE to be lied, ESPECIALLY when they find out they're being lied to. Do you know why wives always know when their husbands are cheating on them? Do you know why girfriends always know when their boyfriends are having an affair behind their backs? Even when girls don't have any

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Hello there... If you've noticed on the right side of my blog... yups.. the right side of your window.. go down.. down.. after the shoutbox... right there.. okay.. you went too further down.. go up again. THERE! ------------------ Enter your email address and get UPDATED when I post new stuff on Alia's Realm. I promise never to share your email address with anyone else. Powered by

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"Did you know X... she was diagnosed with Respiratory Cancer." "Yeah, she was a colleague of mine when working at Z agency. When she was diagnosed, the cancer was already in it's 4th Stadium..." "What...?!" "Feel sorry for her. What were the symptoms?" "Well, she used to faint alot. That's why she's always on leave - because she's too ill. And then, half her face went numb. So she went to the

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Paling bete kalau harus dengerin orang yang hanya mau menang sendiri. Paling bete kalau harus bujuk-bujuk orang yang gak mau membuka pikirannya. Paling bete saat bersikap terlalu baik, malah diinjek-injek orang yang gak tau diri. Paling bete saat bersikap galak, malah dibilang sombong dan keras kepala. Tapi lebih bete, saat berusaha membuat senang semua pihak, tapi malah tetap disalahkan.

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Aku menggoyang-goyangkan tubuhku dengan kesal di depan Cafe Haagen Daaz. Dia menatapku sambil memonyongkan mulutnya ke kiri. Dasar pria! Padahal, udah berkali-kali ku bilang dia jadi makin jelek kalo gitu.... tetep aja keukeuh. "Jadi, kamu maunya gimana?" Aku menggigit bibirku. Mataku berputar setengah sebal setengah kesal. Apa iyah, aku harus menjelaskan semua kemauanku hingga koma titiknya?

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SHEEZ! I was feeling a bit nostalgic today, and thought I might re-read old comments on my blog. Yet, to my surprise all comments in August 2003 and Jan - June 2004 has dissappeared! At first, I tried to refresh and refresh. But still comment (0). Finally, I logged into my Haloscan account and searched the forum for the Lost Comments. What I found almost made me suffocate. -----------------

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Plesetan is a type of humor using wordplay. It plays words using phonetic similiarity. Uhm.. does that make sense? (You know some colored contact sense really makes a girl look cheap! But then again Baa Baa Black Cheap have you any wool?) He he he... Well, now let's get serious. For example the word: Kritik (english= critic) The plesetan can be: * Bayi itu dikritik-kritik sampai nangis. *

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Translated : "Not important!" The english-speaking community say it as : "Who cares?" You can almost always hear that line nowadays. I don't know who first said it, but it's like a virus that's spreading to our young Indonesian community. A bad virus. At first, it really sound funny. Especially if you do that oh-what-the-fuck face. But when you do it too many times ... it becomes annoying.

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Whether you like it or not, Whether you ignore it or not, there's a time you just can't help to talk about politics. I got this one from a Friendster Bulletin. This is funny . . . but do it before Google fixes it. 1) Go to Google.com. (www.google.com) 2) Type in "weapons of mass destruction" (including the double quotes) but don't hit the enter button. 3) Instead, hit the "I'm feeling lucky

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... bekerja bekerja bekerja menguras menguras menguras membakar membakar membakar berpikir berpikir berpikir merangkum merangkum merangkum menendang menendang menendang hingga akhirnya ide itu pun berjalan kesana kemari tanpa tujuan tanpa akhir tanpa kepastian mengambang menghilang muncul untuk kembali terbang dan dipaksa hinggap karena ternyata masih dipakai bila saja diubah yang ini dan yang

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When you're stuck in an akward situation, what do you do to break the ice? When you spot that perfect boy, what do you say for the perfect pick up line? Tease their sense of humour. Good humour always work. Great ads almost always based their story on funny humour. Maybe because humour is universal, so everyone can easily relate to it. Sometimes, the bad jokes work too. Like in Indonesia,

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Days when hate and love collided. Days when the cold war came to live in our hearts. Two days of unexpected things. Two days of pouring out smiles and tears. A day of walking hand in hand in the cold mist of Kiss-Mama-Leuit. A day of eating the best food in Paris Van Java. A moment of akwardness. A moment of faking smiles. A moment of opening fears. A moment of supporting. A moment of

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Jika kamu memancing ikan... Setelah ikan itu terlekat di mata kail, hendaklah kamu mengambil ikan itu.... Janganlah sesekali kamu LEPASKAN ia semula ke dalam air begitu saja.... Karena ia akan SAKIT oleh karena bisanya ketajaman mata kailmu dan mungkin ia akan MENDERITA selagi ia masih hidup. Begitulah juga ......... Setelah kamu memberi banyak PENGHARAPAN kepada seseorang... Setelah ia mulai

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Is LOVE enough? Is LOVE enough to hush away the tears? Is LOVE enough to calm down your fears? Is LOVE enough to clear out green jealousy? Is LOVE enough to make me a better me? Is LOVE enough to pay the bills? Is LOVE enough to fill my tummy? Is LOVE enough to keep a relationship strong? Is LOVE enough to keep us going on? Is it enough? Is it ENOUGH?!?!?!?!

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I've heard that it's not love that makes the world go around. It's money. Even ABBA onced sang: "Money.. money.. money.. gimme money..." "Money.. money.. money.. show me money..." But how much money is ENOUGH? How much money is enough to make the world go around? A few weeks ago, I chatted with a friend about the salary range of creative people in Indonesian's agencies. Of course, each

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"Indonesian" Nikki Baker, AD Travis Parr, CW MAS Minneapolis This ad was made by Miami AdSchool students. It was for Cost Plus World Market and won the THE SHOW Awards 2003.. As you might be, I was also a bit surprised at the headline. What did it mean? Did it connote Indonesian in a bad or good way? Of course, Indonesians has garages. I know. I live here. But what's with the Arabic

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If you're writing a personal essay for a graduate application, you'll be more likely to be accepted if you say you're quite ambitious and have high ambitions in life. Yet here in Indonesia, The word "ambition" is one of the No No words. Here in Indonesia, it is almost taboo to say one is ambitious and wants to achieve high things in life. Here, I feel like it's almost sinful to say the "A"

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Last September 2oth, 2004 was the final round for Indonesia's Presidential Election. I consider myself as a good citizen. Ever since I had the right to vote, I have voted my voice to choose who I think is best to lead this country. This year, I voted in the first and second round. But in the last round, I voted not to vote. Why? Because I simply feel that I have better things to do than go

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I am very straight forward in what I want. And I'm the kind of gal who knows exactly what she wants. So, this is My Want List... in case someone is kind enough to give them to me =) I want to have a nice city car. I want to live in an apartment. I want to satisfy my creative ego. I want to win creative awards. I want to start my own small boutique. I want to settle down and have a small happy

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It's been quite a while since I last post. I'll try to re-cap. The hectic days of juggling between creating a big campaign for the pitch and a whole new one for Nescafe has passed. Bad news: We lost the pitch. (To Dentsu... again!) Good news: Nescafe loved our new campaign and we're starting to head forward - finally! BRAIN BREAK After the presentation, I couldn't wait for my holiday leave. I

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The clock now shows 08:05 AM, Aug. 25th 2004. And yes, I've broke my own record of staying up all nite at my work office. My latest record was 8 am at Matari, while doing the Corporate Manual for Astra Honda Motor. While in my latest record I could get an hour or two of night shut, This time, it's more extra-ordinary as I didn't slept a wink last nite! Hurrah... hurrah... I'll still be in the

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The music is still on but our faces has drown in the weight of time. Hunger has attacked and we were searching the corners of the office, like skinny rats in the dark. It's past all our bedtimes and so all masks are down. Bob is blabbering.. Andri's face is drooping... Iyus has dissappeared... Woon is still in his white shorts... and I am stil typing... Hell let loose, help us God!

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Dentangan itu bertalu dalam irama yang menghentak. Kakiku menari dalam buaian jiwa yang menggebu. Mataku menatap kosong ke depan namun hatiku bergejolak dalam degupan membara. Diantara peraduan bumi langit, secercah cahaya mulai berpendar. Ku picingkan mata... berusaha melihat jelas tanpa menjadi buta. Ku endus wangi yang hangat selimuti diri... hmmm, wangimu masih setia temaniku. Kamu... yang

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... and I'm still in the office. With my fellow hard-working, idea-strikers teammates. I was asked to help out a different creative group for a new pitch. It's quite challenging but tiring as my own clients starts to fuel up their campaigns. So now there is Woon, the new Creative Director from Malaysia, He already took a shower and is now wearing white shorts hearing loud rock music he

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... and you suddenly realize that you're still where you were yesterday. And the day before. And a month before. Yet a step further than last year. You stop. And you look back. You try to look forward. What did you dreamed of? What were your plans? Why didn't they work out? Why did you stop trying? Is it still reachable? Do you still aspire for it? And even as you think, time doesn't stop and

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Yups, it's my birthday! The great thing about having a birthday is not just the presents. But actually finding out the great treasures in life.... your true friends! Of course, by the general assumption that your true friends will always remember your birthday. And in turns out... I still have quite a lot of true friends! Thank you to all my friends who remembered. Thank you to my dear love

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... I love you?

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Time. What is Time? Isn't it funny what Time does to us? Isn't it funnier what we do to Time? This past month was quite a hard time for me & Aria. I guess we really had to struggle and work together to make the relationship tight. And guess what... we still made it. =) These past weeks, several old friends unexpectedly showed up. Either through Friendster, my re-activated Yahoo Messenger or

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When I was in Matari, there were times when I had to lead our small creative team. When we had the Kebumen Project and dr. Oen Hospital in Solo, I sometimes had to act as the Account Person, Assistant Film Director and an Art Director as well. Yet aside from going back and forth to Kebumen - Solo, I was still responsible for our P&G, Frisian Flag and other clients back in Jakarta. One of

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"Jika Kau menginginkan cinta dari seseorang, tunjukkan cintamu. Cinta tidak membutuhkan keraguan, tunjukkan saja !!" POHON Alasan mengapa orang2 memanggilku "Pohon" karena aku sangat baik dalam menggambar pohon. Setelah itu, aku selalu menggunakan gambar pohon pada sisi kanan sebagai trademark pada semua lukisanku. Aku telah berpacaran sebanyak 5 orang wanita ketika aku masih di SMA. Ada

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In spirit of my new resolution and my over-growned hair style, last weekend I went with full confidence to the Lutuye Salon in Bogor. I had thoughts of going to Toni & Guy in EX, but the cost was really scary. 350 grand for a hair cut... uh huh, don't think so. A friend of mine recommended a good stylist. She said he worked on Ira Riswani's hair (a model from Bogor). His name was Ronni. And so

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Last New Year, a friend (now my boyfriend ;p) asked me what my New Year Resolution was. I thought and thought hard. Back then, all I wanted was already in my hands. New job, great salary, great position, a month's vacation to Europe, joining a session at INSEAD and LBS. And don't forget doing the traumatic GMAT test! Ugh. I was happy with my life. And I simply couldn't ask for more. So, what

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In number symbolism,the logic of the number fourfollows from that of the previous three.One represents the male principle, the "yang".It is raw energy, positive, original and creative.In the creative process it is the original spark of an idea. Two is the feminine principle, the "yin".It is the gestational period in which things begin to form,the earth into which the seed of one’s idea is

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There's a time of getting more. And also a time of letting go. Letting go of several expectations. When you're in love, You don't expect too much. Although each one of us deserve the best, You love someone for who they are. * rela deh...* Letting go of the past. Sometimes love can be tested when the past tries to go back in the picture. Although it's nice to relive the past, it's even nicer to

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Sound Pollution is: An imbalance in a SOUNDSCAPE caused by intruding or disrupting sound of any kind. Such an intrusion need not necessarily be excessively loud (as recorded on a SOUND LEVEL METER for instance), but rather it needs only to have characteristics which disturb the perceived balance of a soundscape. Sound Pollution I This morning I was woken by my cellphone. It rang at around 7

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These past weeks I've been somehow remembering someone. Someone from my past, someone I've felt I had a unique connection with, yet he is also someone that I have long forgotten. I wonder and wonder how he now could jump back in my memories, when I've forgotten everything about him, when I've started a brand new life without him. Today, I found the reason why. Today, somehow I'm feeling that

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Actually, I have nothing to write today. Well, I did had lots and lots of topics last week, but somehow it got lost somewhere in my laziness ;) So why am I writing now? Well, first of all cos a friend just shouted at my shoutbox asking for an update. And secondly, it's been quite a while since I last posted. So here we go... These past months, I've been asking and wondering about the perfect

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Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many friends you have or how accepted you are. Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone. Life isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date, how many people you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all. It isn't about who you have kissed, it isn't about sex. Life isn't about who your family is or how much

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Perfect. [purfekt] 1. Being complete of its kind and without defect or blemish "a perfect circle"; "a perfect reproduction"; "perfect happiness"; "perfect manners"; "a perfect specimen"; "a perfect day" 2. Without qualification; used informally as (often pejorative) intensifiers "a perfect idiot" - arrant , complete , consummate , double-dyed , everlasting , gross , pure , sodding , stark ,

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I got a new computer today. Well, actually it was an old one but it was upgraded. Anyway, while copying my old files I found this one. Really nice words. SOULFUL RELATIONSHIP By Reverend Ronald Mc Fadden An African proverb states, “Before you get married, keep both eyes open, and after you marry, close one eye.” Before you get involved and make a commitment to someone, don’t let lust,

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I finally got my braces. It was something long planned... actually from last year. But last Friday, I spontaneously made it through. All through last month, me and Yuli had plans to go to her dentist. But it never worked out. It was either I was busy or she was busy. Suddenly, one Friday morning Yuli messaged me telling she had made an appointment with her dentist. I said, "Okay fine." and

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I got this from a forwarded e-mail. I think it's deep and really meaningful. If you love someone because you think that he or she is really gorgeous.. then it's not love.. it's "infatuation" .... If you love someone because you think that you shouldn't leave him because others think that you shouldn't .... then it's not love.. it's "compromise" .... If you love some one because you cannot

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This morning, I hastily picked up a book my boss lend me - The Wisdom of Khalil Gibran. I accidentally parted the pages and found this on the opened page: It is wrong to think that loves come from long companionship and perservering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created in years or even generations. (Broken

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Pemilu sudah dilakukan Walau tak bisa seragam dan banyak halangan Pemilhan telah dilangsungkan Mencoblos orang-orang yang katanya mewakili rakyat semua Perhitungan hampir selesai Dan ternyata kekuatan lama kembali bangkit Menjadi yang pertama dan tertinggi Memberi ancang-ancang untuk berkuasa kembali Konon kabarnya karena banyaknya mereka yang golput Golput - Mereka merasa tidak ada wakil

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A flutter is coming alive inside Although I've tried hard to break it's wings A vision is becoming clearer Although I've blinded my own eyes A path is beginning its journey Although I've purposely kept stepping off the yellow brick road I wonder if you sensed it too Something we both knew Yet still too precious to form in words As it might shatter when prematurely said .........

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A lot has happened these past days. Fuih.. it'll be hard to write it all down with all its details. But to sum it up.. I guess I've grown a little older these past days. No, it wasn't my birthday. When I say old.. I meant emotionally more matured. A lot has happened these past days. Career-wise, I feel that I should learn more. That I still need to quench my thirst of knowledge and skills. I

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Very very tired and sleepy. ...ZZZZzzzzZZZZZzzzzZZZZZzzzzZZZZZ.... Had one presentation for a client today... and it just drained all my energy. Actually, it wasn't much of a presentation. But anyway...hmm... Sorry, too sleepy to post anything today. Sweet dreams. ;)

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Some one once told me that: If we could divide the expatriats into 4 classes, being the 1st class the most Top class. Then the expatriats who come and work in Indonesia are from the 4th class of all the expatriats. Actually, he said bule... not expatriats. But, in this case.. I'll just generalize otreh? Anyway, so to speak... The 1st class Bule works in New York City or London. The 2nd class

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A friend once said to me "To love does not always mean to have". Actually, I've heard that line several times. And all those several times I will argue against it. What good is loving if you can't have him? What is love if you can't have the person you love? How can you love someone yet at the same time willing to let him be with someone else? But these past days, I've finally realized what

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Once upon a time...In a wonderful land of a thousand islandWhere coconut trees grow and you can see chickens everywhereIn a small rainy city where the angkot rulesThere was a young girl called MbulAnd a young boy called KentungKentung and Mbul were friends of a friendAnd one day their friend asked Mbul to come overand meet up at Kentung's place.Though Mbul was not really in the mood to do soFor

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If you think you are beaten you are; If you think you dare not, you don't; If you want to win but think you can't; It's almost a cinch you won't. If you think you'll lose you're lost; For out of the world we find Success begins with a fellow's will; It's all in a state of mind. Life's battles don't always go To the stronger and faster man, But sooner or later the man who wins Is the man who

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Is there such a thing as a Good Client and a Bad Client? What makes a Good Client? What makes a Bad Client? When you're in the advertising business - like I am - almost of the clients are categorized as bad clients. Well... in a creative sense of way said by the creative ego. Why do we call a client a Bad Client? 1. When the Client won't go through with the Creative ideas. The usual excuses

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A friend once told me that: Everything will feel more beautiful, when the time is right. This means that you can't rush things. Just go as it goes. Enjoy every second of everything that comes by. Most of my girlfriends have this timeline in their relationship. Example: Your boyfriend can kiss you on the cheek after 1 month. And only after 3 months he can kiss you on the lips. After 6 months,

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Okay, so I couldn't wait until Friday. I tried to step away from the relationship to get a better look. I guess - I unconciously - pushed him away.. just to know how he really feels. And, after I asked him to not contact me until Friday and he agreed... at that very moment, I realized that I don't need to step away to know how we both feel. I kept thinking and thinking and thinking. I couldn't

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Last year, I wasn't a really big fan of the tv series Sex & The City. That time, the show was put on really late... and I never really bothered staying up late just because of a show. But after I met Tasya, my very quiet & feminime Art Director (did I say she's still single and looking? :P), I became a real big fan of the show. Two days ago, Tasya borrowed me half of the 5th season Sex & The

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Yesterday, I recieved an invitation to join a mailing-list. The name of the mailing list is a name of a place and didn't reflect anything unusual. But the introduction e-mail really shocked me. ------------------------------------------------ A message from ***@yahoo.com: JADILAH ANGGOTA PORTAL INI DGN MENEKAN JOINT IN *** adalah sarana dimana Anda dapat mencari - berkenalan dan bertemu

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Yesterday, I went window shopping with my mom and auntie at Plaza Senayan. My auntie is from London and is visiting Indonesia.. and our main mission in Jakarta was to pamper ourselves with a great massage and lulur at Bersih Sehat Menteng. It was my treat for my auntie (and my mom). Just to make them happy :) It's the least I could do after her kindness of taking me in for a month in London

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*hiks* I miss my naughty boyfriend! My Confession - Josh Groban I have been blind, unwilling to see The true love you're giving. I have ignored every blessing. I'm on my knees confessing That I feel myself surrender Each time I see your face. I am staggered by your beauty, Your unassuming grace. And I feel my heart is turning, Falling into place. I can't hide Now hear my confession. I have

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And the Prophet said: "When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the Garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for

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