<?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-7584573800819723900</id><updated>2011-12-17T15:29:01.510+07:00</updated><category term='merlinta guavaproduction kopaja jakarta'/><category term='merlinta producer guava production'/><category term='guavaproduction merlinta music video'/><title type='text'>Merlin's Story</title><subtitle type='html'>I sit, I think, I write</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-6227630626172875235</id><published>2011-12-17T15:02:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T15:29:01.523+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merlinta producer guava production'/><title type='text'>Left Brain vs Right Brain Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrMzh09L5Rc/TuxSr47GQ7I/AAAAAAAAADo/0x0b7DjalB8/s1600/Left-brain-right.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrMzh09L5Rc/TuxSr47GQ7I/AAAAAAAAADo/0x0b7DjalB8/s320/Left-brain-right.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687011343430206386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, it's weekend.. and few days going to celebrate Xmas, New Year Eve and welcoming a new year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering and asking myself of what I have been achieving till this second. Lets getting 'em through one by one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I finished my undergraduate and earn B.IE (Bachelor of Islamic Economic) in Accounting by 3.5 years, 4 years including my waiting time for inauguration. There was a special moment on that day (27November 2010), I never imagined nenek (granny) will come over my inauguration and I was so disappointed at me because I had a C which make me couldnt get a "distinction" even my cumulative GPA is more than 3.5 anyway at least nenek is so proud of me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then at the beginning of 2011 I moved to Makassar for about 5 months, staying next to someone whom I love., I was working as a teacher (my passion). Makassar is a nice place besides its seafoodss, hummm nyummii.. *hungry tho*, but then I need to get back to Aceh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A month is my time in Aceh to process my graduate scholarship, I did wish to study in Germany and my hunch was too strong that I could pass that scholarship stuff, it turns out I missed, Gosh.. It broken my heart so much.. I cried for two days and regret and blame on anything.. too many "why" came out my mind till I decided to get away from Aceh and back to Jakarta, try to find a new life and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Yeahhh.. till this second I ended up in J-Town since July working as a Producer (newbie) and I may admit that sometimes I love this job but sometimes I feel I wanna move from here.. I have no special reason why and what do I wanna do after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Then, suddenly (after a year of thinking) I applied to be part of Indonesia Mengajar as Pengajar Muda, means that if someday I got selected somehow I have to leave my works and teach those vulnerable kids out there in Indonesia where I have no idea where will I be placed but I think it's my opportunity to gain more time in humanitarian works and as my portfolio to apply for the next scholarship since my boyfriend never asks me to get married *will he? I doubt it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. after all, that's my big commitment and I will be happy to be far far away from crowded place and gadget things *but still I love to have time and gadget to connect with the world and pass down message in my blog and my website by the way.. soon in 2012... yeayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question now is whats the best name for my website???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: we made choices and we don't look back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-6227630626172875235?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6227630626172875235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=6227630626172875235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/6227630626172875235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/6227630626172875235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2011/12/left-brain-vs-right-brain-part-ii.html' title='Left Brain vs Right Brain Part II'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrMzh09L5Rc/TuxSr47GQ7I/AAAAAAAAADo/0x0b7DjalB8/s72-c/Left-brain-right.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-1867451397660526527</id><published>2011-12-13T19:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:46:50.604+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in Kopaja Part II</title><content type='html'>Just like other days in Kopaja where I have my time to see other sides of life either mine or others. I saw a blind man, he said nothing but I could understand that his life is much tougher than mine. But his face shows everything is easy and life is simple in this life then why I would be here, complaining anything. But let me tell ye'.. I am not complaining, I just wanna share what my life says and heart says. Then after all, I realize that the best way to share your thoughts is in twitter, personal blog/website or just keep 'em with you, since everybody get bored with what we talk and they concern nothing on you, why would they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. in Kopaja, I decided that I should follow what my heart says, should I concern others', sometime my heart says "yes" but do they concern mine?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should rewind my mind on 26December2004, on that day we could see how selfish us as human being, it's such a bullshit when anybody says "I do concern and think about you" no dude, don't try teach me on that thing, I was suffering, I was there, I saw and felt everything with my own. And once again, it's not complaining... I am just writing, you guys aint like it then just dont read my thoughts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint know.. here another time in Kopaja, I am thinking many things bout my life, how precious it was, how happy I were. Do ye' know why? it's just because I do all those things as what my heart says and since I love doing them while I get no hatred and obviously ton of responsibility within 'em but I could overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!!! I hate being hatred, and money is not the point of my life..&lt;br /&gt;bug out is much better than being oppressed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-1867451397660526527?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1867451397660526527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=1867451397660526527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/1867451397660526527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/1867451397660526527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-day-in-kopaja-part-ii.html' title='Another day in Kopaja Part II'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-3121225101776273778</id><published>2011-11-24T19:21:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:41:52.453+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merlinta guavaproduction kopaja jakarta'/><title type='text'>Another day in "kopaja"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAuqNDBw31A/Ts47VNU5WJI/AAAAAAAAADE/Jfay6Pvent0/s1600/kopaja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAuqNDBw31A/Ts47VNU5WJI/AAAAAAAAADE/Jfay6Pvent0/s320/kopaja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678541415701371026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be seen on your face what the &lt;a href="http://www.territorioscuola.com/wikipedia/en.wikipedia.php?title=Kopaja"&gt;"kopaja" &lt;/a&gt;means here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a stand for Koperasi Angkutan Jakarta (Cooperative Transport in Jakarta) is a cooperation providing public transport services in the form of a mini bus in &lt;a href="http://www.territorioscuola.com/wikipedia/en.wikipedia.php?title=Jakarta,_Indonesia" title="Jakarta, Indonesia" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Jakarta, Indonesia&lt;/a&gt;.  Kopaja buses have the capacity of 20-30 seats like MetroMini. The color  of Kopaja is green and white. But despite a capacity of 20-30 seats,  these vehicles often exceed the capacity it should be. When viewed from  the side of safety, this vehicle is not safe enough where the physical  aspect of this vehicle is already not adequate for running. The drivers  very often appear reckless on the road and do not pay attention to  traffic signs on the road that can endanger other road users.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.territorioscuola.com/wikipedia/en.wikipedia.php?title=Kopaja#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;Looking at the green color of the bus, this vehicle is a producer of  significant pollution caused by machines that do not work properly so as  to produce a fairly dangerous carbon exhaust from incomplete  combustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everybody ever step in and know how it is. It is cheap and can take you to your destination as long as you jump in the right code Kopaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/GuavaProduction"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guava Production&lt;/a&gt; where I work is not too far from my house, or I could say that it takes 5 minutes on walk indeed, but I live alone in Jakarta and lonesome is my middle name. I love spend my live in office instead of house or elsewhere since I can do something here and learn new things. Back on the track of my writing, today I decide to sleep over in my friend's apartment in downtown and Kopaja is the best way (cheapest one) to reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singers, beggars, sellers etc are common things be found in Kopaja, some of them are keen but you may see the extortion as well here. It happens not on mine but the other kopaja on our right side. The singer is suck and from what I see that he's drunk.. he asks money from the passengers and if they dont give it, he is angry and yelling at them, what a rude boy!!.. Suddenly, the singers on my kopaja says "Ladies and Gentlemen, we beg your pardon but not all street singers are like the one you are looking at". And I hear the boy speaks to his friend to wait for that boy and will beat him up to teach him how to behave. I know, it's not proper but I think it's a good resolution though hhehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... just another day in Kopaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: we made choices and we don't look back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-3121225101776273778?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3121225101776273778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=3121225101776273778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/3121225101776273778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/3121225101776273778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-day-in-kopaja.html' title='Another day in &quot;kopaja&quot;'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAuqNDBw31A/Ts47VNU5WJI/AAAAAAAAADE/Jfay6Pvent0/s72-c/kopaja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-1672422982611004304</id><published>2011-11-22T19:07:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:44:16.154+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guavaproduction merlinta music video'/><title type='text'>Left Brain vs Right Brain (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaFIz1e6IBg/Ts48FFrCuuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/inY9pJ9_gvs/s1600/brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaFIz1e6IBg/Ts48FFrCuuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/inY9pJ9_gvs/s320/brain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678542238280497890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been ages write nothing, even today my days run as another day.. I may say Bruno Mars' song can represent my feeling.. today I dont feel like doing anything, I need to work and work instead, kinda funny though but ci'e la vie my fellas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, It was in June but the pain is still keep remaining here in my heart, how could I  was not able to pass the last test "interview" for that scholarship. Europe is my destination, not only for digging knowledge but also expand my errant. I chose Germany because ,, well no specific reason but I didnt pass it anyway. Honestly, I still keep it as a hammer on my head and make me afraid of trying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This failure brought me back to J-town, the dream place of all Indonesian to gain pleasure, joy and glory. I ended up in a work where it is completely different of what I have been working so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may say that, it s not hard nor easy either but everything ha a coin side, doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because it's a new field for me so I need to learn all those things and speed up, not easy but should I give up? Yet, this second I still keep trying and working on it and see how far it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinematography, movie stuff, music videos and others.. It stress me up and put me down few times but most of my loved ones raise me up and believe that I can make it through no matter how, it is just a process when the process needs the time itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am in Guava Production, we are making music videos and other entertainment stuff that you may order... Why? because "Thoughtful is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/GuavaProduction"&gt;Guava Production&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i am newbie here but i will give my best and learn all those things more and more and I will not give up yet until I can make a production starting from me and finish it as none complain on it... I do not give chance, I just need possible :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly enjoy my part in these masterpieces:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/GuavaProduction#p/f/4/AzwwmAsHP_E"&gt;Ustadz Jefri - Shalawat Cinta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/GuavaProduction#p/f/6/iT5eTwxtaPE"&gt;Duette - Pernah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/GuavaProduction#p/f/10/D9uGt-LZvnw"&gt; D'Bagindas - Maafkan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/GuavaProduction#p/f/8/uD5e013QVy8"&gt;Marcell - Mau Dibawa Kemana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/GuavaProduction#p/f/9/UUbicWPZjLE"&gt;SM*SH - Ada Cinta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/GuavaProduction#p/f/9/UUbicWPZjLE"&gt;H1RO - Komandan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IURWtCR1Sag"&gt;Khaliza - Aku Pernah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZYqBQFlqjE"&gt;Yangseku - Rindu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: we made choices and we don't look back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-1672422982611004304?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1672422982611004304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=1672422982611004304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/1672422982611004304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/1672422982611004304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/left-brain-vs-right-brain-part-i.html' title='Left Brain vs Right Brain (Part I)'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaFIz1e6IBg/Ts48FFrCuuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/inY9pJ9_gvs/s72-c/brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-3908310435253129311</id><published>2011-08-26T15:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T16:17:10.465+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Surfer</title><content type='html'>Yap... judul blog gue kali ini sama banget dengan judul film yang baru gue nonton semalam "Soul Surfer".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada satu quote yang gue sukai banget dari si Bethany Hamilton (si Soul Surfer). "I do not need easy, I just need possible".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sedikit kilas balik siapa itu Bethany Hamilton, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bethany Meilani Hamilton&lt;/b&gt; (born February 8, 1990), daughter of Thomas and Cherilyn Hamilton, is an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;American&lt;/a&gt; professional &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surfing" title="Surfing" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;surfer&lt;/a&gt;. She is known for surviving a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shark_attack" title="Shark attack" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;shark attack&lt;/a&gt; in which she lost her left arm, and for overcoming the serious and debilitating injury to ultimately return to professional surfing. She wrote about her experience in the 2004 autobiography &lt;i&gt;Soul Surfer: A True Story of Faith, Family, and Fighting to Get Back on the Board&lt;/i&gt;. In April 2011, the feature film &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul_Surfer_(film)" title="Soul Surfer (film)" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Soul Surfer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; was released, based on the book and additional interviews" Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bethany_Hamilton"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bethany_Hamilton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ketika umur nya 14 tahun tangan kiri nya dimakan oleh Hiu besar dan dia kehilangan 60% dari darah tubuhnya, tapi bukannya terpuruk sebulan setelah kejadian itu dia kembali "masuk air" dan mulai bersurfing ria lagi. Tidak mudah memang untuk melakukan nya, karena sekarang tangan nya hanya satu lagi dan artinya ia harus lebih berusaha untuk melatih tangan nya itu, keseimbangan nya diatas papan surfing dll. But, dia ngebuktiin kalau hal itu mungkin and sekarang dia sudah menjadi salah seorang Professional Surfer, karena bagi dia "dia gak butuh nama nya MUDAH tapi yang dia butuhkan hanya KEMUNGKINAN."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan gue pun sadar, hidup gue mungkin gak mudah, jatuh bangun dalam study dan karier maupun cinta itu udah biasa gue alami tapi apa lantas gue menyerah dengan hidup gue? Hanya karena seluruh keluarga gue meninggal dalam Tsunami? Gak.. gue mana boleh nyerah toh gue gak kenapa-kenapa ini di Tsunami, gak seujung kuku pun gue terluka parah. Anyway... namanya hidup pasti ada pasang and surut, yah sama seperti ombak-ombak yang kita jumpai waktu lagi surfing :). Kalau suatu saat kita jatuh dan terhempas yah anggap aja itu latihan, latihan yang mengajarkan kita untuk lebih bisa menyeimbangkan harmoni setiap insan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi... mulai detik gue nonton tuh film gue bertekad kalau misalnya gue sedang dalam masalah di kantor, study, cinta dll gue gak akan minta kemudahan tapi yang gue minta cuma satu "Kemungkinan" untuk ngadepin masalah-masalah itu dan menjadikan diri gue lebih hebat lagi. Karena gue tahu.. hidup itu gak gampang tp bukan berarti susah juga kan???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... hal lain yang bikin gue jadi pengenan adalah BELAJAR SURFING.... whaaaa gmn bisa yak, berenang aj lebih banyak kelelep nya daripada bisa nya :(.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. guys... gue recommend loe pada utk nonton ni film "Soul Surfer" and kalau loe bilang loe gak ngerasa apa-apa setelah nonton pelem nih... hmmm well... gueeee... eloooooo.... speechless &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-3908310435253129311?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3908310435253129311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=3908310435253129311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/3908310435253129311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/3908310435253129311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2011/08/soul-surfer.html' title='Soul Surfer'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-8072337630201448169</id><published>2011-08-10T11:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:46:20.508+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relativitas Bau ketek dan Detergent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sebenarnya sudah agak lama gue mau ngepost tentang ini, tapi mood nya baru datang siang ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time.. jiaaaa brasa lagi ngedongeng di Negeri Antah Berantah aja gue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intinya sekitar jam 3 sore gue baru pulang meeting dari salah satu label musik yg lumayan baru tapi cukup bonafit and sering ngasih kita job, nah gue pulang nya barengan sutradara and executive producer gue, so dari berbagai topik yg dibicarakan tiba-tiba EP gue bilang gini "Kayaknya gue tau deh kenapa kemarin2 itu ketiak gue agak bau deh".. Gue: "Oh ya? mank kenapa mba?". EP: "Ini semua karena detergent!!!" Gue: "How come??".. and here the story goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dulu-dulu ceritanya EP gue ini pakai salah satu detergent X dan katanya selama pakai detergent tersebut pasti beliau ngerasa kalau ada bau ketek gitu, dan akhirnya dia ganti detergent... so bisa dipastikan yang namanya bauk ketek itu sudah lenyap entah kemana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intinya.. guys, kalau kalian ngerasa agak bauk ketek so coba deh ganti detergent yang kalian pakai and please share with me hasilnya, apakah teori relativitas EP gue benar atau gak? *penting gak yaaa? hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalam bahasa Matematika f(x) = BK / DK dimana fungsi relativitas nya adalah Bau Ketek itu berbading lurus dengan Detergent yang Kita pakai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekian dan Wassalam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-8072337630201448169?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8072337630201448169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=8072337630201448169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/8072337630201448169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/8072337630201448169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2011/08/relativitas-bau-ketek-dan-detergent.html' title='Relativitas Bau ketek dan Detergent'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-2960311899440708181</id><published>2011-01-21T14:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:52:24.677+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FULBRIGHT-DIKTI MASTER’S DEGREE PROGRAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;check the detail at: http://www.aminef.or.id/fulbright.php?site=fulbright&amp;amp;m=ip-pro-dikti-ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Preference will be given to applicants who serve as faculty members of state and private institutions of higher education in Indonesia. Applicants will possess:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a Bachelor (S1) degree with a minimum GPA of 3.0 (4.00 scale)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;leadership qualities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a good understanding of Indonesian and international cultures a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;demonstrated commitment to the chosen field of study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a willingness to return to Indonesia upon completion of the Fulbright-DIKTI program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a minimum institutional TOEFL score of 550 or IELTS score of 6.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HOW TO APPLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Candidates should complete the appropriate application forms. Forms are available either by mail or in person at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fulbright-DIKTI Scholarship Program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Direktorat Ketenagaan, Ditjen Pendidikan Tinggi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kementerian Pendidikan Nasional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;u.p. Direktur Ketenagaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gedung D lt. 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jl. Jend. Sudirman, Pintu 1 Senayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jakarta 10002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 15px; margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please return your complete application package by the application deadline that includes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Completed application form. This includes a clearly written and concise study objective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Copy of your most recent, less than two years old, institutional TOEFL or IELTS score report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One letter of reference, either from your current employer or previous lecturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Copy of academic transcript and diploma (English translation).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Copy of identity document (KTP or passport).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CONTACT INFORMATION &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Specific questions regarding the application process may be addressed to the following address: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ditnaga-dikti.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ditnaga.dikti.go.id&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;DIKTI does not accept email applications. Hard copies must be sent or delivered to DIKTI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;DEADLINE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The deadline for the submission of application materials for all programs is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;April 15, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Note: Program requirements are subject to change without notice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The form can be downloaded here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For reference letter, please use the Fulbright Reference Letter form in the Download Form Section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ps: we made choices and we don't look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-2960311899440708181?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2960311899440708181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=2960311899440708181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2960311899440708181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2960311899440708181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2011/01/fulbright-dikti-masters-degree-program.html' title='FULBRIGHT-DIKTI MASTER’S DEGREE PROGRAM'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-6891257994530086461</id><published>2011-01-21T14:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:41:59.997+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FULBRIGHT MASTER’S DEGREE PROGRAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="text-align: justify;font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Detail bisa dilihat di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;http://www.aminef.or.id/fulbright.php?site=fulbright&amp;amp;m=ip-pro-ma-fulbrightma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Preference will be given to applicants who serve as faculty members of state and private institutions of higher education in Indonesia. However, others who are not lecturers may apply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Applicants will possess:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a Bachelor (S1) degree with a minimum GPA of 3.0 (4.00 scale) "IPK min 3.0"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;leadership qualities "punya jiwa kepemimpinan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a good understanding of Indonesian and international cultures "paham akan budaya internasional n indonesia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;demonstrated commitment to the chosen field of study "menunjukkan komitmen untuk memilih pilihan studi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a willingness to return to Indonesia upon completion of the Fulbright program "bakalan balik ke Indonesia lagi setelah selesai program ini"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a minimum institutional TOEFL score of 550 or IELTS score of 6.0 "TOEFL ITP min 550 or IELTS 6.0"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;DISCIPLINES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All disciplines and fields of study are eligible for a Fulbright award. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The fields of study covered by the Fulbright scholarship program in the past were limited to the Social Sciences and Humanities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since 2004, however, the policy has been changed to include also other disciplines with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the exception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;of fields related to patient care or medical training &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nor to continue their study at medical school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HOW TO APPLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Candidates should complete the appropriate application forms. Forms are available either by mail or in person at the AMINEF Office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Starting from January to the end of March, AMINEF office will be at Gd. Balai Pustaka Lt. 6, Jl. Gunung Sahari Raya No. 4, Jakarta 10720. Effectively on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;April 1, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, AMINEF office will be at CIMB NIAGA Plaza, 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Floor, Jl. Jend. Sudirman Kav. 25, Jakarta 12920. Shall you decide to send your application by mail, please send them to the following address: AMINEF, PO BOX 2939, JKP 10029.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please return to AMINEF your complete application package by the application deadline that includes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Completed application form. This includes a clearly written and concise study objective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Copy of your most recent, less than two years old, institutional TOEFL or IELTS score report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One letter of reference, either from your current employer or previous lecturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Copy of academic transcript (English translation).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Copy of identity document (KTP or passport).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CONTACT INFORMATION &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Specific questions regarding the application process may be addressed via e-mail to the following address:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:infofulbright_ind@aminef.or.id"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;infofulbright_ind@aminef.or.id&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. We do not accept email applications. Hard copies must be sent or delivered to American Indonesian Exchange Foundation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;DEADLINE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The deadline for the submission of application materials for all programs is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;April 15, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Note: Program requirements are subject to change without notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ps: we made choices and we don't look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-6891257994530086461?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6891257994530086461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=6891257994530086461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/6891257994530086461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/6891257994530086461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2011/01/fulbright-masters-degree-program.html' title='FULBRIGHT MASTER’S DEGREE PROGRAM'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-3058271085038361496</id><published>2011-01-21T13:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:59:54.950+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A warm (late) Welcome of New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It has been a month since 2011 step in my life, nothing special strike my life yet both love and normal ones, I bet it will be as usual as previous ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hopes and wishes are still hanging in my Santa's socks, crossed fingers hoping them will come true someday somehow. Yet, men suppose but God the One who dispose, I have no doubt on Hi because while He says Kun then it will be Fayakun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Some people stares and judge me as a liberal person, some even more aggressive by looking at me as infidel, who the hell we are to judge one another since The One who has big power in this universe. Eventually, everyone has their own way to show loves on God. God, I am nothing without You, You know me so well unlike others who judgmental. I wont jeopardize anyone to achieve what I am willing to but I may need Your power to bring me to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There will be two big wishes in my 2011: Graduate Scholarship Awarded and backpacking to abroad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;January 2011 started by Erasmus Mundus Graduate Scholarship Application, Bet me guys.. I am the 5252 applicants from Asian Regional Part II (I am not pretty sure they will look at my application since my toefl result is 13 point behind their requirements) yet.. once again there is no other HUGE power in this universe than Yours my dear Lord. I leave this on You my Lord, another things are BGF Scholarship and PEMDA Aceh's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ammunition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. TOEFL have to be more 550, not for them but for my proficiency prove.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. 2.5 Billion IDR for IELTS Test.. to get 6.5 even more.. I am pretty sure I can make it but I am gotta buy or download the samples first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. In the meantime, applying for job in Makassar and collect the money for test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyway... what else should I share with guys? Hmmm.. I bet I would like to teach kids in rural areas again to fill my spare time or maybe I am going to give free English course to anyone who would like to learn this language.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yeayy.. Bismillahhirrahmannirrahim, In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious The Most Merciful I start my day in this 2011... brighten my path Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Happy Birthday my father.. rest in peace with Lord and pray for me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Merlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ps: we made choices and we don't look back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-3058271085038361496?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3058271085038361496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=3058271085038361496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/3058271085038361496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/3058271085038361496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2011/01/warm-late-welcome-of-new-year-2011.html' title='A warm (late) Welcome of New Year 2011'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-4675722375244295302</id><published>2010-12-20T09:20:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:50:41.790+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Sex and The City - Sweet &amp; Bitter part II]</title><content type='html'>Girl.. tell me whatca say!!&lt;br /&gt;I really need in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sering banget rasanya ngedengrin kata2 itu in any kind of languages tapi apakah si penyampai benar-benar merasakan dan meresapi apa yang ia katakan? Sebenarnya tulisan in bukan hanya untuk lelaki tetapi juga wanita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. saya juga belum ada pikiran yang jernih untuk menulis jadi sebenarnya ini hanya pelarian dari air mata (again), karena benar kan kalau tidak akan mungkin kita menangisi seorang biadab di depan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada banyak jenis kebodohan di muka bumi ini salah satunya adalah mengumbarkan hal yang sebenarnya tidak penting, betapa hebat nya pasangan kita misalnya. Toh sebenarnya mungkin dia hanya sedikit lebih baik dari mantan-mantan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari dulu saya punya prinsip bahwa jika kita mencintai seseorang itu bukanlah bagaimana kita bisa lihat pasangan kita bisa tersenyum ketika ada di dekat kita tetapi bagaimana ia tidak menangis ketika jauh dari kita. Tapi apa itu benar-benar ada? Well.. the answer is NO, because it's just a piece of shit and full of lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;Stop pouring our tears for jerks because they dont worth it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: we made choices and we don't look back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-4675722375244295302?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4675722375244295302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=4675722375244295302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/4675722375244295302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/4675722375244295302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/sex-and-city-sweet-bitter-part-ii.html' title='[Sex and The City - Sweet &amp; Bitter part II]'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-2881853509014194580</id><published>2010-12-06T12:51:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:34:33.553+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Sex and The City - Sweet &amp; Bitter]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dalam namanya dunia percintaan itu tidak ada yang selalu manis semanis brownies kukus ataupun sepahit pare siomay. Karena memang Tuhan selalu menciptakan apapun dalam pasangan alias in pair. So, mengapa orang-orang masih mau mencoba kata cinta itu teman? Simple saja, karena manusia memang makhluk Tuhan yang diciptakan paling sempurna, baik sempurna cerdiknya dan juga sempurna bodoh nya. Manusia terlalu nyaman dengan gambling dan ketidakpastian, bayangkan saja ketika kita masih kecil mungkin ada kalanya orangtua kita melarang untuk pegang ini itu, main api, manjat pohon, atau yang lebih ekstrim melarang untuk mengenal cinta monyet. Tetapi jujur saja bahwa semakin dilarang adrenaline kita semakin tertantang untuk melakukannya, karena itu memang sudah sangat kodrati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulisan saya kali ini saya dedikasikan untuk siapa saja yang sedang merasa di ujung jurang cinta, Ahh,. rasanya terlalu cengeng ya teman? Tapi tak apalah hanya sekedar mengisi kekosongan dan menghilangkan pare dalam hati ini :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bertanya pada diri saya sendiri mengapa manusia begitu hipokret dan munafik, sungguh saya tak habis pikir.. ya jujur saja mungkin saya juga masuk dalam golongan hina itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta..&lt;br /&gt;Dengan cinta kita bisa lebih cantik, lebih manis, lebih mempesona, lebih terlihat pintar dan dengan cinta pula kita bisa terlihat lebih jelek, lebih memuakkan, lebih bodoh dan bahkan lebih tak manusiawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan hal yang aneh jika ada orang yang mati hanya karena cinta, Teman.. jangan langsung berkata cinta disini adalah hubungan antara adam dan hawa, laki dan perempuan, bisa jadi ini adalah hubungan antar hawa, antar adam, antar keluarga atau bahkan antar jiwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah ini sudah menjadi takdir untuk terperangkap dalam kata cinta?&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa Tuhan menciptakan itu kalau sebenarnya itu sakit? Kenapa? Apa karena Dia ingin ciptaannya itu belajar? Dalam mangkuk kehidupan ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan, kenapa? Mungkin hanya buang waktu yang berdetik untuk bertanya pada Tuhan, iya kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---kita lanjutkan nanti---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: we made choices and we don't look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-2881853509014194580?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2881853509014194580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=2881853509014194580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2881853509014194580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2881853509014194580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/sex-and-city-sweet-bitter.html' title='[Sex and The City - Sweet &amp; Bitter]'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-5202074872127998394</id><published>2010-12-03T12:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:41:00.375+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Sen and The City - Slying]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perhaps it's a natural gift from God to men that they know how to treat a woman or even to satisfy them, it does not mean women have no ideas on these things. Das ist naturlich if Germany said so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me tell you a short story of a young man who is not so handsome but he has a talent on how he can satisfied any woman in this story. His name is Andrew, he is a nice guy, quite handsome, pointed nose, brown eyes and a good kisser for sure. Andrew stucks in his collage yet, until now -at least till I am sharing this story-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Andrew claims himself as a loyal spouse in fact another statement will came out difference from his spouses. Andrew loves his girls as he loves other ones, once he has problem with his couple then the best way to solve it through sex in term of making love/sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's presume himself as a casanova, his blood influenced minds and he's so good to make girls spreding their smiles while tears are pouring at the same time. Flowers, chocolates, dolls or even more are the qualified stuffs to get forgiveness from those girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Andrew has not only bad things on himself but also good ones but let's talk about the worst only in this note and perhaps we could find his good ones :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The way he convinced those girls to sleep with him, the way he changes the facts are so marvelous. Hilarious to see he's crying while we have known who he trully is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, apart of his behaviors we could not put the blame on him only.. Even the girls should know and realize their own feeling. Love is not how we make our couple happy while they are next to us but how we could avoid tears pouring down when we are apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Andrew... you are good in everything except how to conquer me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ps: we made choices and we don't look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-5202074872127998394?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5202074872127998394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=5202074872127998394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/5202074872127998394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/5202074872127998394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/sen-and-city-slying.html' title='[Sen and The City - Slying]'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-1095551756076707081</id><published>2010-11-15T10:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:22:59.732+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Merlin's Diary] Kaktus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mungkin hanya segilintir orang yang menyukai tanaman tegar, perkasa, dan kuat ini. Tanaman ini tidak manja, independent, mandiri dan bisa hidup walau yang lain enggan untuk hidup. Tanaman ini tidak cantik secara fisik, tidak memikat layaknya Melati, tidak berwarna indah layaknya Mawar maupun Lili, tidak semolek Kamboja, tidak seekstrim Bunga Bangkai, tapi tamanan ini jauh lebih hebat dari seluruh kemolekan tanaman diatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kaktus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dari kecil saya sangat menyukai tanaman ini, sifatnya sangat indah dan fisiknya begitu tangkas di mata saya. Saya berdoa pada Tuhan, jika memang reinkarnasi itu ada maka izinkan saya menjadi Kaktus yaa Tuhan. Kaktus tidak butuh teman, saudara, atau siapapun yang bisa dijadikan tempat bergantung hidup. Kaktus tidak pernah mau menyakiti siapapun Ya Tuhan &lt;em&gt;unless&lt;/em&gt; ia disakiti oleh tangan-tangan durja. Kaktus mungkin tidak menarik Tuhan, tapi ia mandiri Tuhan. Kaktus tidak molek tapi ia tangguh Ya Tuhan, dan yang terpenting ia tidak butuh siapapun untuk bertahan hidup Tuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tuhan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Begitu hebatnya engkau menjadikan Kaktus dapat hidup bahkan di tempat-tempat yang mungkin makhluk mana pun tidak. Tuhan, saya tidak minta banyak lagi pada Mu Tuhan, mungkin karena saya tidak semolek Mawar, Melati atau bahkan Lili yang begitu anggun, saya hanya ingin menjadi Kaktus Tuhan. Kaktus yang tangkas, tangguh, mandiri, bisa hidup dimanapun, tidak memiliki siapapun dan tentunya dapat tegar tanpa yang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mungkin A bukanlah tempat Kaktus untuk terus bertahan hidup, izinkan Kaktus untuk hidup di tanah lain Tuhan. Tuhan, izinkan Kaktus untuk terus berjalan dalam tamanMu Tuhan. Amen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ps: we made choices and we don't look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-1095551756076707081?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1095551756076707081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=1095551756076707081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/1095551756076707081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/1095551756076707081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/11/merlins-diary-kaktus.html' title='[Merlin&apos;s Diary] Kaktus'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-7365257905037186660</id><published>2010-11-01T23:05:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:23:26.535+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Merlin's Diary] Together We Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tok&lt;/span&gt;... clock shows 23.08, almost mid night when everyone close their eyes, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;travel&lt;/span&gt; to dream land. And me? I am still awake and thousands of thoughts are walking around my mind, I wish I could wrap and throw them away of my mind. How much longer I could stay in this line, breathe no air, even my eyes have no more strength to wink. I never regret to be in this drama stage with hundreds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; thousands episodes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;monologues&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;prologues&lt;/span&gt; or even more than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;epilogues&lt;/span&gt; cause I know it's life and the way it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I wish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;There will be tons of wishes addressed to Lord, hoping answers of minds' question. Why? why loved ones left me while I am having no branch to depending on. Why? why none understand my tears and sit awhile to cry together. Why? why I can cherish myself while too much pressure push me to the corner. Why? why Lord? why me? why me Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I wish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I've been trying to be as tough as I could be, thinking that you would take my encouragement and willing to move forward and passing through all obstacles together as siblings. I am not complaining brother, I know you won't even read my writing. To whom? whom I can talk to and share my sorrow, what am I suppose to do and say when I am falling to pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I wish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Successful? not yet, still stand.. for..away.. what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been achieved now is nothing comparing of what I am able to. Oh dear... we are just too hard to understand one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Oh my dearest brother.. I never ask Tsunami came and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;stroked&lt;/span&gt; us down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Oh my dearest brother.. I never let you down and sacrifice what I can, but I wish you would understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Oh my dearest brother.. I never regret of what Lord gave to us but how could we move forward while our foot are stuck and hands are close tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I wish 'together we cry'... not you are the one or I am the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;: we made choices and we don't look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-7365257905037186660?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7365257905037186660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=7365257905037186660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/7365257905037186660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/7365257905037186660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/11/merlins-diary-together-we-cry.html' title='[Merlin&apos;s Diary] Together We Cry'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-3018089087451895339</id><published>2010-09-29T22:23:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:24:10.051+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Sex and The City] - Lust and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nafsu dan Cinta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gak ada perbedaan yang spesifik antara kedua kata itu -sepintas iya- tapi makna dalam dua kata itu beda jauh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Bulls*** kalau cinta gak pake nafsu!!" atau bisa jadi sebaliknya. Pendapat Mr. X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Gak semua cinta ada nafsu didalamnya kan?" yakinnn?. Pendapat Ms. Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kalau kita mau nyari kausalitas dalam dua kata itu so gak akan ada benang merahnya. Karena semua hal di dunia ini pasti berpasangan, maksudnya kalau kita melihat sesuatu itu tergantung dari sudut pandang kita yang mana. Ada cinta tanpa nafsu? mungkin saja ada tapi nafsu yang bagaimana dulu itu? Karena anehnya, ketika kita berkata nafsu so mikirnya pada ke hal-hal yang berbau mesum. Padahal nafsu itu kan ada juga yang namanya "nafsu makan, nafsuan nyari ilmu, hmmmm nafsu apa lagi yak?". Anyway, intinya nafsu itu gak selalu dimaksudkan ke hal-hal yang kurang gimana gituuu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By the way... Saya punya sebuah cerita dan saya rasa hal ini sering terjadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mars : "Hei.. kok kayaknya gue pernah ngeliat loe deh!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Venus: "Oh ya? Hmmm, muka gue pasaran kali ya (sambil ngebanyol sana-sini)".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Singkat cerita basa basi itu selesai, suasana yang sepi, senyap dan itu mungkin mengundang si Nafsu datang ikut meramaikan suasana ruang itu. Dimulai dengan pegangan tangan, merambah satu level -kissing- then? tenot tenot... sensor yahhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A week later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mars dan Venus merasa cocok dan jadian, walaupun di awal-awal masa hubungannya mereka bangun dengan pondasi nafsu tetapi seiring angin berhembus, matahari menyinari, hujan membasahi, dan bulan bersanding manis dengan bintang pondasi nafsu hancur hingga menjadi debu dan cintalah yang menggantikannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;----- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Years passing through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hubungan Mars dan Venus semakin kuat dan sehat. Inilah yang saya maksud cinta dan nafsu itu hanya memiliki perbedaan yang begitu tipis yang saking tipisnya kita gak pernah sadar bahwa nafsu itu luluh tergantikan cinta ataupun sebaliknya cinta itu sirna terganti nafsu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ps: we made choices and we don't look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-3018089087451895339?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3018089087451895339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=3018089087451895339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/3018089087451895339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/3018089087451895339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/sex-and-city-lust-and-love.html' title='[Sex and The City] - Lust and Love'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-3570147861317558193</id><published>2010-09-23T23:41:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:24:36.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Sex and The City] Cheat or Be Cheated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"What??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's unbelievable, my best friend just started a fire... triangle love story (not really actually). He is my best friend, may be I could say that this moment he is the only best friend I have, I can't say that I am not able to make friends because I have lots but to be m best friend? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oww&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oww&lt;/span&gt;.. it's not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt; as you think guys because I can't share my feeling to someone whom I feel not free to talk to. Okay, lemme put this to the point, he told me that he just kissed and *you know* to his best friend (a girl in his Uni). The truth is this girl has been committing with a boy but she kissed and "you know" to him, and she asked him whether she has cheated on his boyfriend or not? In my stand point, obviously she has cheated and lied to her boyfriend. I know that I have no right to judge her but it couldn't be respected since she has blew off her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commitments&lt;/span&gt; in relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Having boy/girlfriend is not only as a symbolic or sex only because there is something beyond of sex. You do not need to prove to the world that "see! I have bf/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;". Oh come on guys! grow up... Once you committed to build a relationship with someone you must respect him/her and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; within yours because you have to re-thinking anytime you act and re-act, what would be happened if "I do this" and if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;one day&lt;/span&gt; my bf/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; did the same thing like I did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I won't say that I never cheated and being cheated, since these both are so human being (not really). But I do believe that once you found "she/he is the one" you will realize how much you love your couple and you won't ever hurt their feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The last but not least... "Love is not how you make your love one being happy while she/he is besides you but how you can prevent sorrow to them".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Absolutely, my best friend -he- was not the suspect because the ugly truth is his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; -she- who has offended and humiliate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;commitments&lt;/span&gt; of her love story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;: We made choices and we don't look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-3570147861317558193?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3570147861317558193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=3570147861317558193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/3570147861317558193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/3570147861317558193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/cheat-or-be-cheated.html' title='[Sex and The City] Cheat or Be Cheated'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-5310727449121348887</id><published>2010-09-20T10:23:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:25:08.539+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and Merlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well... been ages I post nothing in my blog, I do realize that it's my bad my own fault. I was so busy with my thesis and survey in Aceh. Even during my blogging time I am still doing my survey in the middle of nowhere here.. in Aceh's remote areas. I won't say that I am not having fun with this current work but I do miss my backpacking routine as what I did every year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I got a post from my friend "Anis", she wrote her dreams on her blog.. what a lovely dreams my dear (^_^). In fact, I wanna be a "great Bundah" as well someday somehow, I am good with kids and children but I am a bipolar so I do not if I can deal with them when this bipolar things come up (T_T). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well.. lemme make it short guys. My dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yeah.. dreams.. everyone has their own dreams. Einstein told us "Yes, I am a dreamer but I am not the only one in the world". I followed what my parents instructed me, this!! that!! no complaining but when I had to live by my own after Tsunami struck Aceh I decided my own dreams and what I have to do in this life. It's so simple, where I just wanna be an International social worker and do what I can do to them, I do not care about marriage or raising children, I just wanna do what I wanna do. Some people assume me as an arrogant lady and stubborn but for me that's what I call "optimism". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But now everything has changing because I met this guy, he's nice, mature, broad minded and I love him or maybe I got love struck onto him LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anyway, I still have my dreams where I wanna be a social worker, going all over the world to collect my life's mosaics, continue my masters and Phds, run an incorporation besides establish a foundation to those who need my hands. And who knows that one day I can be a "a great Bundah" either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Once upon a time my father told me "Sit and Think" simple though but this phase has a huge energy charges my friends. Read it and consume it!!.. and another is.. don't let people strike you down because they know nothing what you are capable of (^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ps: you made choices and you don't look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-5310727449121348887?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5310727449121348887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=5310727449121348887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/5310727449121348887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/5310727449121348887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/dreams-and-merlin.html' title='Dreams and Merlin'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-7774453884020349662</id><published>2010-06-29T09:55:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:25:36.695+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Sex and The City] Ada cinta di Makassar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Satu hal yang perlu kita pertimbangkan dalam hidup ini yaitu "jangan pernah percaya dan berharap pada sesama makhluk ciptaan Tuhan". Sudah berkali saya merasa kecewa akan hal ini tetapi berkali pula hal tersebut terulang. Well, ya sudahlah.. toh saya sudah menginjakkan kaki di tanah Si Ayam Jantan dari Timur -Makassar-. Ini adalah perjalanan kedua saya ke Makassar, bukan karena alasan pekerjaan apalagi backpacking tetapi lebih karena 'ada cinta di Makassar', sebenarnya bisa dikatakan backpacking tetapi karena keseharian saya disini hanya dihabiskan di rumah dan sesekali keliling meninkmati suguhan kota Coto ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Tepat subuh saya terpaku menunggu kedatangan 'cinta' menjemput saya, buncahan kerinduan yang bergelora siap menghampas apa dan sapa saja. Ahh Tuhan lah yang tahu bagaimana layaknya orang yang tengah disengat racun merah jambu ini. Desiran angin subuh mengalahkan dinginnya jiwa menunggu dekapan hangat 'cinta' ku. Bahkan raga saya berdiri menatap tiap derap langkah 'cinta', semakin kencang dan bertubi jantung saya berdetak.. Ahh Tuhan lah yang tahu 'ada cinta di Makassar'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Ingin rasanya kaki ini berlari melepas semua beban yang ada dan medekap erat hangatnya 'cinta' yang kini hanya berjarak 10 meter dari kaki saya. Ahh Tuhan lah yang tahu ini semua. Pelipur lara, pemecah gundah, wahai 'cinta' kini ada dekat saya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Hanya satu kalimat dari segumpal darah saya "Ada Cinta di Makassar". Dan biarkan setiap detik yang berdetak akan berlalu dengan indah nya selama saya ada di tanah Budaya ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Ahh Tuhan lah yang tahu ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Ps: I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-7774453884020349662?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7774453884020349662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=7774453884020349662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/7774453884020349662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/7774453884020349662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/06/ada-cinta-di-makassar.html' title='[Sex and The City] Ada cinta di Makassar'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-2521721808367085678</id><published>2010-03-21T19:53:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:26:02.616+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merlin's Diary [Fakta Mahasiswa]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmmm... ternyata saya sudah sebulan lebih tidak menulis, manusia macam apa saya ini???&lt;br /&gt;mungkin karena begitu fokusnya dengan TA saya hingga hobby saya yang satu ini sempat tersabotase oleh kekejaman Skripsi. Dalam tulisan saya kali ini akan lebih menjurus pada curahan hati saya (dilema nih ceritanya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakta Pertama&lt;br /&gt;Sudah menjadi rahasia publik kalau menjadi mahasiswa itu ada banyak pilihan, apakah mau menjadi tipe yang hanya berorganisasi saja sampai-sampai kuliahan pun terbengkalai atau menjadi tipe yang sebaliknya? Kalau saya pribadi memilih jalan tengah saja, organisasi iya... kuliah pun jalan, toh semua itu harus berjalan balance dan tertib bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakta Kedua&lt;br /&gt;Dosen itu tidak pernah salah dan jika mereka salah maka harus balik ke pasal awal yaitu mereka tidak pernah salah. Itulah quote yang paling sering mondar mandir dari mulut siapapun :D, tapi seyogyanya tidak demikian. Ada juga saya jumpa dosen yang sangat sportif dan adil.. seandainya semua pengajar seperti itu ya :D. Intinya sih enjoy aja.. toh asal kita baik ke mereka so mereka juga gak akan nyusahin kita kok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakta Ketiga&lt;br /&gt;mp3, hp dan buku bacaan itu lah yang paling banyak dibawa kedalam ruang belajar oleh para mahasiswa. Kita tidak bisa menyalahkan hal itu, mengapa? Simple saja... kalau seandainya si Pengajar dapat menarik perhatian para muridnya apakah hal itu akan terjadi? Jadikan ruang dan waktu belajar itu santai dan tidak tertekan oleh budaya "I am your lecturer so I never make any mistakes".. oh come on!!! Tapi sejujurnya saya pribadi juga begitu :D Saya tidak pernah mencatat matkul apapun dari semester pertama, mengapa? Karena tulisan saya cakar ayam, itu ajah sih jawabannya. Dan kayaknya FBan lbh menarik bukan teman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakta Keempat&lt;br /&gt;SKS atau yang lebih familiar dengan sebutan, Sistem Kebut Semalam.. nah kalau point ini kembali lagi "saya" adalah orang nya hehehe.. Malah kadang saya Sistem Kebut Sejam hehe.. sejujurnya itu sih kurang baik tapi kalau mahasiswa itu tipe oranga yang bisa dengan gampang mengingat semua yang dipelajari walau dalam tempo yang sesingkat-singkatnya so why not :), saya pribadi tipe orang yang baru bisa belajar kalau Linkin Park dkk jerit-jerit di kamar saya :), dan saya tetap bisa kejar target IPK diatas 3.00 dengan keleha-lehaan saya (sombonggggggggg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakta Kelima&lt;br /&gt;Kalau seandainya kayu-kayu bisa ngomong maka mahasiswa akan menjadi sasaran pertama demonstrasi mereka, kenapa? Karena mahasiswa itu paling banyak kertas fotocopyan nya... saya saja bisa sampai berkotak-kotak (apa karena saya memang malas menulis tangan ya?). Amanat saya, kalau nanti punya anak bilang aja gk usah pake acara potocopy"an deh, mending pake softcopy aja. Biar hemat and save our trees ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakta Keenam&lt;br /&gt;Awal bulan bisa jadi orang kaya dengan pola makan westernisasi hehee.. (maklum baru dapat kiriman beasiswa/orang tua/gajian) dan mulai ketengah bulan turun satu dua level hingga akhirnya di penghujung bulan mulai makan mie dari pagi ampe malam hehehehe (diet dadakan juga bisa kok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakta Ketujuh&lt;br /&gt;DEMONSTRASI.... nah ini.. bukan namanya mahasiswa deh kalau belum pernah mencoba hal yang satu ini... In detail kayaknya udah pada tahu ya hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fakta Kedelapan&lt;br /&gt;Dan fakta tingkat akhir yang akan saya jalani teman ku sekalian. Setelah semua fase diatas terlewati maka timbullah masa dimana kita akan berkutat dan bercinta dengan SKRIPSI kita tercinta... Mulai dari pusing-pusing cari judul, referensi, mondar-mandir ketemu dosen pembimbing (udh kayak setrika bumi), mantengin laptop berjam-jam (dan tetep lebih banyak FBan nya hehee) hingga revisi berkali-kali. Dan perjuanganpun belum berakhir, mengapa? Karena kita akhirnya akan menjadi variable penambah ANGKA PENGANGGURAN SEMENTARA di Indonesia hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else did I miss to mention my friends????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-2521721808367085678?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2521721808367085678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=2521721808367085678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2521721808367085678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2521721808367085678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/merlins-diary-fakta-mahasiswa.html' title='Merlin&apos;s Diary [Fakta Mahasiswa]'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-2539641810071588264</id><published>2010-02-18T23:47:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:52:51.485+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-2539641810071588264?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2539641810071588264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=2539641810071588264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2539641810071588264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2539641810071588264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/curhat-hinakah-aku.html' title=''/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-8345439695080711973</id><published>2010-02-11T14:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:04:56.448+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[C.U.R.H.A.T] Maaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mungkin tidak semua orang terbiasa mengucapkan kata yang satu itu, karena memang seyogyanya kata tersebut mudah terucap tapi konsekuensinya yang besar susah untuk diwujudkan dan menahan diri untuk tidak mengucapkan lagi kata tersebut di kemudian hari. Hari ini dan beberapa hari terbelakang saya kembali menerima flash back dari masa lalu saya yang sangat kelam, sempat saya ego menyalahkan manusia lainnya, toh apakah dengan hal itu saya bisa memutar lagi waktu itu dan memperbaiki yang patut diperbaiki??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama seperti tulisan saya lainnya dalam blog ini, mungkin orang yang sangat saya cintai tidak sempat atau mungkin tidak suka membaca tulisan saya, atau mungkin lagi sibuk dengan kerjaan nya karena memang saya harus berposthink ria. Saya terus teringat keluarga saya yang telah tiada begitupun dengan adik semata wayang saya yang hingga detik ini sangat suka membuat racun jingga ini jatuh berlinang di pipi saya. Mungkin suatu hari nanti ia akan berubah dan menjadi lebih dewasa dan bijak dalam menyikapi hidup ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebut saja nama nya Mr. A, dari pertama kali kamu bertemu saya sudah begitu menyayangi nya hingga waktu terus berjalan dan semua telah saya berikan hingga saya menjadi sangat posesif. Saya seyogyanya bahagia karena telah berpisah dengan Mr. A itu tapi terkadang saya sendiri tidak dapat membohongi segumpal darah ini. Kadang rasa rindu itu datang dan menusuk saya, mencabik jiwa saya, membuat saya ingin meronta dan berlari mencari peraduan itu. Tidak.. itu tidak boleh terjadi karena saya telah memiliki seseorang yang begitu menyayangi saya, menerima saya dan semua kabut kelam masa lalu hina itu, tidak.... saya tidak mencintai dambaan hati saya karena alasan klasik itu, karena saya tahu betapa setia dan besarnya rasa cinta itu pada saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaf.... Kucoba membuang masa lalu itu, setiap titik bahkan lebih dari itu terus ku kubur dalam, ku buang dari segumpal darah ini, HARUS... karena ku mencintai mu Almawardi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-8345439695080711973?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8345439695080711973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=8345439695080711973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/8345439695080711973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/8345439695080711973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/curhat-maaf.html' title='[C.U.R.H.A.T] Maaf'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-8398669273540514448</id><published>2010-02-08T21:30:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:07:01.855+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[BackPacking - Lho? Flush nya dimana???]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/S3ApGWvBPGI/AAAAAAAAABs/4gvYD8YkO-c/s1600-h/wc.jpg"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435889939394935906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/S3ApGWvBPGI/AAAAAAAAABs/4gvYD8YkO-c/s320/wc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-size:130%;"  &gt;Maaf banget sebelumnya bagi teman semua yang tengah membaca tulisan saya sekarang, gak ada maksud jorok ataupun ngomongin sesuatu yang menjijikan lho, cuma ya hanya ingin berbagi pengalaman dan mungkin mereview kembali memory kita sesama independent backpacker. Tulisan kali ini tentang "Bilik Termenung" kalau kata orang Malaysia, kalau menurut saya pribadi "Bilik Pengingat Yang Terlupakan", kenapa? Karena coba deh kalau teman-teman lagi kehilangan atau keluapaan sesuatu &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;nongkrong &lt;/span&gt;deh disono so pasti bakalan inget deh, btw penjelasan ilmiahnya gimana ya itu? Any info pals? So... and the story begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun 2008 lalu saya mendapat kesempatan untuk menjadi seorang pembicara mengenai kegiatan sosial khususnya bertemakan peran pemuda terhadap pemuda lainnya. Well.. singkat cerita backpacking kali ini [FREE] lagiiiiii, horrray!!! Inilah yang saya sebut pepatah lama "Menyelam sambil minum Juice Nata de Coco pake sirop strawberry plus bubble" (apa rasanya cobaaa, uweeekkk). So berangkatlah saya ke Barcelona dan sebelumnya saya transit di Kuala Lumpur berhubung saya naik si "burung baja" KLM jadi transit nya ya di KL dan Schiphol (Bandara Internasional nya saudara jauh kita orang -Belanda). Jadi ceritanya nih, kita kan bakalan ngebahas tentang WC aka Toilet aka KarMan aka Bilik Termenung aka Tempat anak nongkrong :) Nah, di Bandara KL itu masih nyaman lho untuk kelas kita selaku orang Indonesia yang paling nggak bisa kalau nggak cebok pake AIR *saya pribadi sih demikian, karena kalau cuma pake tissue berasa beratttttt and gimana gituuuuu. Di Bandara ini KL ini masih membuat kita nyaman deh wat "nyetor" atau pun "memenuhi panggilan alam". Setelah transit setengah jam di Bandara ini saya dan penumpang KLM lainnya kembali terbang dan siap meluncur ke Belanda.. eitssss Pak Pilot nya jangan ampe ketinggalan, kan gak mungkin saya ntar yang ngenganti beliau nyupirin tuh pesawat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peraturan yang selalu saya tegaskan dalam diri saya kalau sedang perjalanan jauh khususnya kalau naik pesawat itu cuma 2. Pertama, sebelum berangkat loncat-loncat atau lakukan apapun yang bikin capek karena biar bisa molor di dalam pesawat&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; otherwise &lt;/span&gt;bisa patah-patah nih sendi whoopsss salah dink. Dan peraturan nomor dua "JANGAN BANYAK MAKAN", kenapa? Gampang aja sih alasan nya, supaya kita nggak perlu "poop" di WC pesawat karena menurut saya pribadi sih super duper gak nyaman... mana gak ada air lho!!! Tetapi kali ini saya benar-benar digoda, dirayu habis-habisan, dijamah nafsu saya ampe klimaks... Oh gosh, makanan yang ada di pesawat kok "ngerayu, ngejamah dan membuat saya nafsuannn ya?". So, ya gitu deh.. saya jadi banyak makan and akhirnya perut serasa diputer-puter kayak lagi naik wahana Tornado di DUFAN ckckckckck.. Dan hati ini pun menjerit "Tidakk.... Tuhan, aku adalah manusia yang biasa jadi tolonglah saya untuk tidak memenuhi calling ini di WC pesawat". Ternyata Tuhan itu baik bangetttt lho... Luph u my Lord!!! Begitu pesawat mulai landing di Bandara Schiphol saya langsung pasang kuda-kuda mau nerobos tuh bulek n paklek untuk menuhin panggilan alam ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Goddddddd... ternyata selesai proses pendaratan di Bandara Schippol ini lama sekali teman, 15 menitan deh *dengan efek lebay sedikit. Tanpa babibu.. begitu selesai pendaratan secara sempurna saya langsung cap cus dan benar-benar harus "nyetor" nih... Ku berlari, tak kuhiraukan apapun siapapun yang menghalangi ku... *ceritanya sambil &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;slow motion &lt;/span&gt;gitu deh hehehe. Oh Goddddd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, akhirnya ketemu Toilet... saya langsung buka pintunya dan pastinya buka celana dunks, eitssss sensor.... dan "pluppp... brutt,.,.. !#%&amp;amp;$$^&amp;amp;*@#$(%"..... sepuluh menit kemudian... saya pun telah selesai memenuhi "meeting" dengan sang alam. Dan masalah nya timbul sekarang. "Lho??? Flush nya dimana ya??? lhaaa... nih emas 24 karat mau diapain dunks..." Saya bingung maklum saya ini dari kampung tetapi tidak kampungan dunksss [kadang-kadang iya hehe]. Saya bingung.. duduk terpaku mencari ide, masa iya saya bungkus dengan tissue trus dibawa keluar dan dibuang ke trash can? No way... mana harumnya kayak kasturi kadarluarsa semilenium cobaa... Tuhannnnnnnnnn Jangan Kau ambil aku sekarang... huhuhu... Udah tidak ada air untuk "cebok" (tenanggg.. saya bawa tissue basah kok dari Indonesia, berawal dari pengalaman backpacking ke Australia tahun lalu). Yo wes... akhirnya dengan PEDE saya coba pakai topeng tanpa dosa dan siap-siap mau keluar dari "tempat nongkrong" itu kalau perlu lari dengan kecepatan 120km/jam dah... Okey,.. ready!!!! satu... dua.,.. tigaaaa.. dengan secepat kilat saya buka pintu toilet dan nunduk plus lari secepat-cepatnya.... Whaaaa... yeashhhhhhh... bebasssss, but guess what??? Sayup-sayup saya dengar bunyi "byurrrrrrrrrr..." ternyata flush di wc nya otomatis, jadi begitu kita buka pintu toilet so secara otomatis akan ter&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;flush&lt;/span&gt;. Wakakakakaka,,,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasar MeAng!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-8398669273540514448?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8398669273540514448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=8398669273540514448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/8398669273540514448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/8398669273540514448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/backpacking-lho-flush-nya-dimana.html' title='[BackPacking - Lho? Flush nya dimana???]'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/S3ApGWvBPGI/AAAAAAAAABs/4gvYD8YkO-c/s72-c/wc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-2116488013258980233</id><published>2010-02-08T13:01:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:08:09.336+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[BackPacking - Impian adalah langkah pertama]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/S2_E6QRqclI/AAAAAAAAABk/vSzwOSy9luc/s1600-h/20070929_merlinta_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435779780339987026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/S2_E6QRqclI/AAAAAAAAABk/vSzwOSy9luc/s320/20070929_merlinta_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Keliatan kurang komersial ya judul tulisan saya kali ini, maklum masih &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;cetek&lt;/span&gt; jadi belum bisa berkembang ria dalam tata bahasa (semoga dosen bahasa Indonesia saya tidak ikutan membaca tulisan saya ini). Sebelum saya melanjutkan tulisan saya tentang hal ihwal pertama kalinya saya backpacking saya jadi &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kebelet&lt;/span&gt; menceritakan sedikit tentang dosen Bahasa Indonesia saya di tingkat pertama saya. Beliau adalah Bu Heni, orang Sunda tulen yang terlihat agak &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;killer&lt;/span&gt; padahal tidak demikian. Intinya kalau mau bertanya dengan beliau harus mikir 3x deh, kenapa? karena setiap kosa kata yang keluar dari mulut kita akan dikritik langsung dan alhasil yang bertanya jadi lupa tadinya mau nanya apa. Mungkin sudah terbiasa kita mengakatan "technology" sebagai salah satu kosa kata dalam bahasa Indonesia dan kata tersebut dibaca "tehnoloji", kalau sampai itu terdengar oleh beliau bakalan langsung diceramahin karena asumsinya itu sama saja mengucapkan kata "gigi" menjadi "jiji". Saya pribadi pernah kecoplosan &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;nyeletuk&lt;/span&gt; beliau ketika sedang mendiktekan soal. Dengan logat Sunda beliau tentunya "Tuliskan ciri-ciri katak ....." sontak saya langsung buka mulut "katak? kodok buk? hehehe" (padahal maksud beliau "kata"). Kadang sering saya diam-diam &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;nyeleneh&lt;/span&gt; di pojok belakang kelas maklum itu daerah kekuasaan saya terkadang, "Siapa bilang orang Sunda gak bisa bila "f", itu PITNAH" hahahaha.. *peace Bu!! Well.. mari kita lanjut dengan cerita saya saja dan kita tinggalkan sepenggal kisah Bu Heni. Siapa sih yang tidak percaya dengan kekuatan impian "the power of dream".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153);font-family:webdings;" ft="'{" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Bukan Rahasia Bila Aq Adalah Seorang Pemimpi dan Aq Bukanlah Satu-satunya di dunia ini {Albert Einstein}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ya memang kelihatannya quotation tersebut seperti salah satu kutipan lagu pentolan papan atas di Indonesia. Bahkan seorang F. D Roosevelt seorang Presiden ke 32 USA aja berkata &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Happiness is not in the mere posession of money, it lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort."&lt;/span&gt; belum lagi segunung motivasi tentang pentingnya impian dalam hidup ini. Tapi yang perlu di&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt; adalah tidak hanya bermimpi tetapi bagaimana cara kita mewujudkan nya. Saya teringat suatu pengalaman "bermimpi" saya ketika saya membaca bukunya Rhonda Byrne dalam bukunya yang fenomenal "The Secret". Sebenarnya isi dari buku ini telah lama kita ketahui hanya saja kita belum &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ngeh&lt;/span&gt;. Begini kira-kira Quote nya "Ketika anda bermimpi maka alam akan meresponnya", ia memberikan contoh seorang anak kecil yang benar-benar pengen punya sepeda, anak itu pun menempelkan gambar sepeda itu agar selalu dilihatnya, ia berdoa dan benar-benar impian ia itu terwujud dan akhirnya Tuhan mengabulkan impiannya itu. Itulah yang Rhonda sebut dengan &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;alam pun akan merespon/intervensi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alkisah, ketika saya masih berdomisili di Aceh saya benar-benar ingin memeluk Koala, binatang lucu asli Australia yang kini terancam punah. Saya sampai meluk boneka Koala &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt; dan selalu berdoa ke Tuhan untuk diberikan kesempatan indah itu. Menjamah lembutnya bulu Koala, menciumi nya dengan &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;bringas&lt;/span&gt; dan menghabiskan waktu itu dengan si cantik Koala. Yeahhh.. saya sendiri sangat sadar dengan kapasitas orang tua saya yang hanya seorang Tukang Becak dan Tukang Cuci mana mungkin saya bisa mewujudkan impian saya &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;menjamah&lt;/span&gt; binatang sexy itu Tuhan, tapi saya yakin akan impian saya karena .... hmmm karena saya yakin (^_^). Singkat cerita Tuhan mendengarkan doa saya. October 2007 adalah waktu yang benar-benar saya nantikan karena saya bisa memeluk dan membelai Koala, yap tentunya di Australia. Ini bermula dengan yang saya sebut &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My first BackPacking&lt;/span&gt; tentunya... GRATIS alias tanpa ngerogoh saku saya pribadi, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kok bisa? &lt;/span&gt;Itu nanti.. di cerita saya selanjutnya (^_^).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Mimpi-mimpi kamu, cita-cita kamu, keyakinan kamu, apa yang kamu mau kejar, biarkan ia menggantung, mengambang 5 centimeter di depan kening kamu. Jadi dia nggak akan pernah lepas dari mata kamu. Dan kamu bawa mimpi dan keyakinan kamu itu setiap hari, kamu lihat setiap hari, dan percaya bahwa kamu bisa."&lt;/span&gt; [5cm - Donny Dhirgantoro] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-2116488013258980233?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2116488013258980233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=2116488013258980233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2116488013258980233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2116488013258980233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/backpacking-impian-adalah-langkah.html' title='[BackPacking - Impian adalah langkah pertama]'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/S2_E6QRqclI/AAAAAAAAABk/vSzwOSy9luc/s72-c/20070929_merlinta_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-4263628599611027067</id><published>2010-02-04T13:21:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:53:23.075+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[BackPacking - Introduction]</title><content type='html'>Dari judulnya aj udah membingungkan mungkin untuk sebagian pembaca. Yeah.. mulai detik ini saya ingin menulis tentang perjalanan selama saya menjelajah tempat yang bukan tempat saya tinggali saat ini. Mungkin lebih enak kalau ada *layaknya setiap buku yang kita beli di toko-toko buku pasti ada mukadimah ini di halaman paling depan tentunya setelah cover buku tersebut :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okelah kalau beg beg begitu...Bagi saya pribadi kata sakral backpacking ini baru ada dalam kamus hidup saya ketika orang tua dan saudara-saudara kandung saya dipanggil oleh Tuhan karena jujur saja hidup saya selama 17 tahun tidak bisa bergerak unless ada izin dari Mamak saya. Mungkin karena saya adalah anak satu-satunya cewek dalam kelurga kami jadi ya begitulah...kalau bahasa kampung saya *maklum saya ini anak kampung tapi nggak kampungan pastinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kalau ditanya sebelum saya menjadi yatim piatu dan bertunggang langgang di dunia ini sendirian saya tidak pernah pergi jauh selain rumah-sekolah-tempat kursus-rumah. Begitulah siklus kehidupan saya selama 17 tahun, benar-benar flat seperti TV LG yang flat itu. But tetap saya menikmati kehidupan saya itu karena setiap pagi saya masih bisa mendengarkan omelan-omelan Mamak hehehe *saya kangen dengan hal itu Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah Tsunami menghancurkan semua hidup saya dan apapun yang saya miliki, saya bertekad untuk Mandiri, Iyahh HARUS!!! Kalau cerita mengenai bagaimana saya bisa survive dari kejadian maha dahsyat itu nanti saja saya ceritakan di episode selanjutnya. Berikut adalah list tentang bagaimana beratnya usaha seorang MeAng untuk bisa mandiri dan memulai hidup dari nol (benar-benar nol, karena saya memulai hidup dengan Rp. O dan baju kaos butut+celana pendek yang menempel dari sebelum Tsunami menghantam saya sampai ia balik ke peraduaannya di laut sana).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mencuci pakaian &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah hal yang paling berat dalam hidup saya teman *dengan efek lebay. Saya itu dari dulu tidak bisa mencuci baju karena memang malas dan tidak pernah mengerjakan begituan sebelum saya hidup sendiri. Saat itu saya sedang menumpang di rumah nenek dari sebelah ayah saya a.k.a ibu dari ayah saya. Saking paniknya karena saya tidak tahu bagaimana cara mencuci pakaian jadi saya hanya terpaku saat itu *duduk memangku tangan kanan yang menopangi wajah saya dan diam sambil berpikir bagaimana saya dapat menyelesaikan misi ini? sejam kemudian... "Ahaaaa... saya tahu" terbesitlah ide dalam pikiran saya.. Cara paling gampang mencuci pakaian ala MeAng: "Pertama-tama gelarlah pakaian tersebut baju misalnya, lalu ambil sebatang sabun cuci dan gosokkan keseluruh bagian baju yang telah digelar lalu gerakkan tangan anda yang sedang memegang sikat diikuti dengan gerakan tubuh anda karena anda harus mengelilingi pakaian yang tergelar itu, alhasil... tentu baju anda tersikat dan begitupun tubuh anda pegel-pegel, selamat mencoba... terima kasih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memasak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. kalau bagian ini to be honest, I am suck hohohohoo.. jadi ya begitulah teman sampai saat ini pun masih suck tetapi saya tengah belajar memasak dan hasilnya pacar saya bilang "Enak kok masakan loe yank" hohoho... *mudah-mudahan itu benar. Salah satu kejadian aneh binti dodol adalah ketika saya memasak nasi, sampai saat ini saya masih merasa hal tersebut adalah konspirasi tingkat tinggi dari RICE COOKER saya. Karena yang bikin saya tidak habis pikir kok bisa ya masak nasi di Rice Cooker hangus??? ckckckck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing alias bebenah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap.. benar sekali kalau kita ingin backpacking sudah barang tentu kita harus pintar packing alias ngepak-ngepak pakaian dan barang yang mau kita bawa. Sampai saat ini setiap kali saya ingin backpacking pasti teman kosan atau teman kontrakan saya yang melakukannya hehehe..Be patients fellas, I am working on it though ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhh... mungkin kalau saya ingat lagi apa-apa aja yang harus ditulis maka akan saya tambal sana sini.. *maklum dulunya tukang tambal ban hohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: "Mau hidup? So rocks the world through BACKPACKING"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-4263628599611027067?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4263628599611027067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=4263628599611027067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/4263628599611027067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/4263628599611027067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/backpacking-introduction.html' title='[BackPacking - Introduction]'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-7588131564259833023</id><published>2010-01-21T19:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:07:45.101+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the new year 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;well.. well.. well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;frankly, i have no words to write and as your information, it will be a blog for me to share my backpacking life, it's a good idea indeed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;have a nice reading guys (if you do so hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-7588131564259833023?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7588131564259833023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=7588131564259833023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/7588131564259833023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/7588131564259833023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/tt.html' title='Welcome to the new year 2010'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-4030498947427678948</id><published>2009-11-27T04:52:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:54:42.605+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Letter to my L</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The clock shows me it's 04.53am. I am supposed to finish my study on International Accounting instead of write this note (^_^)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly.. I do miss you my L.. as we both agree let this stuff keep in deeply in our bottom of heart and show to the world that we gotta make it through.. To prove how we can do our ultimatum dream to rock Europe by 2011, to chase our dreams and being happy all the time... to love and being loved, to keep mutual trust between us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich vermisse dich mein Libling (^_^)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend all your time waiting&lt;br /&gt;For that second chance&lt;br /&gt;For a break that would make it okay&lt;br /&gt;There's always one reason&lt;br /&gt;To feel not good enough&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some distraction&lt;br /&gt;Oh beautiful release&lt;br /&gt;Memory seeps from my veins&lt;br /&gt;Let me be empty&lt;br /&gt;And weightless and maybe&lt;br /&gt;I'll find some peace tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;From this dark cold hotel [kosan haha] room&lt;br /&gt;And the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;Of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;You're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;May you find some comfort there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of the straight line&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere you turn&lt;br /&gt;There's vultures and thieves at your back&lt;br /&gt;And the storm keeps on twisting&lt;br /&gt;You keep on building the lie&lt;br /&gt;That you make up for all that you lack&lt;br /&gt;It don't make no difference&lt;br /&gt;Escaping one last time&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh&lt;br /&gt;This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;From this dark cold hotel [kosan haha] room&lt;br /&gt;And the endlessness that you fear&lt;br /&gt;You are pulled from the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;Of your silent reverie&lt;br /&gt;You're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;May you find some comfort there&lt;br /&gt;You're in the arms of the angel&lt;br /&gt;May you find some comfort here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme be ur angel and u may lay urself in the arms of the angel, maybe I am not as perfect as u wish so but I am working on it for our love... hugs (^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I love you my Lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-4030498947427678948?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4030498947427678948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=4030498947427678948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/4030498947427678948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-2457862764565927409</id><published>2009-11-21T14:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:55:14.799+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[C.U.R.H.A.T] Andaikan kamu bisa sedikit membuat kakak mu ini tersenyum.. (T_T)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sebenarnya saya sudah commit untuk selalu membuat cerita dalam notes dan blog saya hanya untuk hal-hal yang dapat membuat orang lain bahagia dan tersenyum, tetapi beberapa hari ini hati saya teriris, jiwa saya serasa dicambuk dan diri saya merasa gagal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bukanlah seorang wanita tegar bagai batu karang yang selalu berdiri kokoh diterjang butiran ombak. Saya bukanlah Cleopatra yang dapat meluluhlantakkan hati Caesar. Saya bukanlah seorang bunda Theresa yang berbudi emas. Saya bukanlah seorang Siti Khadijah yang bisa selalu membahagiakan baginda Rasul. Saya bukanlah Magdalena yang menemani Jesus Christ dalam perjalanan ibadahnya. Saya bukanlah seorang Malahayati ataupun Cut Nyak Dhien yang begitu tegar dan terdepan dalam membela tanah rencong. Saya hanyalah seorang Merlinta Anggilia binti Arlin Anas, seorang wanita biasa yang sebenarnya belum pantas dikatakan sebagai seorang wanita. Saya hanya seorang gadis beranjak dewasa yang berusaha mati-matian untuk memenuhi semua wasiat dan keinginan kedua orang tua saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsunami... saya tidak menyesali hal itu. Saya tidak marah kepada Tuhan yang telah terlebih dahulu memanggil kedua orang tua dan seluruh saudara kandung saya terkecuali Tri Angga Lesmana. Saya tidak ingin menangisi hidup saya, karena saya tahu mereka semua hidup dalam hati saya. Mereka melihat saya dan apa yang saya lakukan, mereka selalu mendoakan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulisan ini hanya sedikit dari jeritan saya, hanya sedikit ingin adik saya yang paling saya cintai untuk sadar dan lebih membahagiakan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angga.. bukanlah salah kakak kalau orang tua kita meninggalkan kita, bukanlah salah kakak jika hidup kita seperti ini, bukanlah salah kakak jika kita harus selalu berada jauh satu sama lain tapi kamu selalu ada dalam doa dan hari-hari kakak, bukanlah salah kakak jika kamu harus jauh dari Mamak ketika kamu berumur 12 tahun, bukanlah salah kakak jika kamu harus mengganggap saya sebagai kakak mu. Jika kamu ingin menyalahkan saya, saya terima....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bukanlah kakak yang berguna mungkin, mungkin saya juga tidak bisa menjadi orang tua bagi kamu. Saya tidak membelikan kamu motor, memberikan jajan yang banyak, bukan karena saya tidak mau... Saya mau Angga... saya benar-benar rela harus mengorbankan apapun milik saya demi kamu. Saya rela lakukan apapun demi kamu, bukan karena saya.. bukan karena kamu.. tetapi semua demi wasiat Ayah dan Mamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam sebelum kejadian Tsunami menghancurkan dan meluluhlantakkan bumi Aceh, mamak berpesan hanya dua hal untuk kita Angga. "Mamak bnar2 pengen liat Lia jadi seorang sarjana dan memakai baju toga, jangan nikah dulu sebelum itu tercapai. Mamak cuma pesan wat Lia untuk jaga Angga, sekolahkan dia sampai setinggi mungkin, dan jangan pernah kalian jual rumah ini, karena kami akan selalu ada disini walaupun kami udah mati" itu perkataan mamak kita Ngga. Sekonyong-konyong saya hanya menjawab " Ah Mamak ini lah.. macam mau meninggal besok saja lah". Dan itulah saat terakhir beliau berbicara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya akan selalu berusaha untuk membuat mereka bangga, saya akan buktikan bahwa saya bisa memakai baju toga itu, walaupun ia tidak pernah sempat meliat itu secara langsung, tapi saya tahu beliau dapat melihatnya dari Surga. Dan itu bukan untuk saya Angga, saya juga punya kewajiban untuk kamu.. saya tidak bisa melakukan ini semua sendirian.. saya butuh kamu, karena kita hanya berdua tinggal di dunia ini. Kita lah penerus keluarga Arlin Anas dan Julita Dewi wahai adik ku Angga. Jangan biarkan mereka menangis atas kita, jangan biarkan mereka bersedih karena kita dekkk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak bukanlah seorang mamak dan ayah yang Angga inginkan, tetapi kakak berusaha dengan cara apapun untuk menghidupi dan menyekolahkan kita dek.. Kakak cuma ingin kamu menyadari ini, kakak tidak minta sepeser pun atas apa yang telah dan tengah kakak beri untuk Angga, kakak hanya meminta satu hal. Belajar lah, dan pentingkan pendidikan mu. Buatlah mereka bangga memiliki Merlinta Anggilia dan Tri Angga Lesmana. Ingat pengorbanan ayah sebagai tukang becak dan mamak sebagai seorang tukang cuci, mereka orang yang berpendidikan tapi mereka mau mati-matian demi menyekolahkan kita, demi menabung untuk masa depan kita. Bukanlah salah tsunami ini semua terjadi, karena ingatlah amanat orang tua kita "hidup adalah kedepan, melangkah kedepan dan jangan sesali yang telah terjadi"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I really love u my little brother more than I love myself, I give u everythng because you are the only one I have in this world... please.. I never ask anythng from u, just one thing.. please make me smile even once (Kakak benar2 sayang ama Angga lebih drpd kakak sayang ama diri kakak, kakak akan selalu memberikan ingin angga karena Angga lah seorang yang kakak miliki dalam dunia ini.. tolong..kakak gak minta apa2 dek, cuma satu saja.. buatlah kakak tersenyum walaupun hanya sekali dek..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-2457862764565927409?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2457862764565927409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=2457862764565927409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2457862764565927409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2457862764565927409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/curhat-andaikan-kamu-bisa-sedikit.html' title='[C.U.R.H.A.T] Andaikan kamu bisa sedikit membuat kakak mu ini tersenyum.. (T_T)'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-5883864442443903547</id><published>2009-11-21T14:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:55:47.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[C.U.R.H.A.T] TTS = kehidupan (Nyai Ontosoroh)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hidup adalah sebuah teka teki silang, kadang mendatar kadang menurun.. just a short note indeed, wat ngelepasin uneg2 dan bisa tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bukan seorang wanita perkasa.. Ontosoroh berkata "bukan wanita sejati jika hidupnya berkalang laki-laki, bukan berarti wanita tidak butuh laki2 untuk dicintai".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup itu pilihan, menjadi diakui atau tidak juga pilihan. Mulut berucap, hati menggundih, jiwa menerka raga yg tercabik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kapan saya sanggup menahannya? sampai kapan saya bisa terima status menggantung ini? apakah sampai saya sadar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terlintas sepintas dalam bayangan meronta "apakah saya hanya dimanfaatkan", toh.. saya sendiri tidak tahu jawab nya... bersikap atau diam dan menerima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toh... karena “…Hidup bisa memberikan segala pada barang siapa tahu dan pandai menerima.” (Pramoedya Ananta Toer, Bumi Manusia, 2002:105)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: ku meragu apa dirimu membaca ini??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-5883864442443903547?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5883864442443903547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=5883864442443903547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/5883864442443903547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/5883864442443903547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/curhat-tts-kehidupan-nyai-ontosoroh.html' title='[C.U.R.H.A.T] TTS = kehidupan (Nyai Ontosoroh)'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-4619677578635858682</id><published>2009-11-21T14:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:56:08.501+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[C.U.R.H.A.T] Dua Sisi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153);font-size:130%;"  &gt;dalam dunia ini selalu ada dua sisi yang berbeda dan bertolak belakang.. ada siang ada malam, ada hitam ada putih, ada bahagia ada duka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalam Akuntansi kita mengenal sistem Konservatisme " Bila diketahui rugi akan langsung diakui saat itu juga walaupun blum terjadi, tetapi ketika keuntungan itu beda lagi, kalau belum didapat maka tidak akan diakui". Lantas apa hubunganya dengan hidup saya? Saya pun meragu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya benci untuk dimanfaatkan dan disakiti, lebih baik disakiti dengan status yang jelas daripada disakiti dengan status yg spekulatif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya egois? Kasar? so whats ur problem pals???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menjauhlah dari hidup saya karena saya tidak ingin menambah daftar manusia yg membuat saya menangis.. karena saya ego dan pendendam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and get them Merlin!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-4619677578635858682?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4619677578635858682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=4619677578635858682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/4619677578635858682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/4619677578635858682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/curhat-dua-sisi.html' title='[C.U.R.H.A.T] Dua Sisi'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-1957465256460711906</id><published>2009-11-10T21:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:56:33.699+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Kumpulan Cerpen] -keDodoLan -yesterday, today and tomorrow- [Part : SD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51);font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Perasaan ngelahirin 3 anak laki-laki dan 1 anak perempuan deh, kok skrg jadi gk ad y anak perempuannya mamak?" itulah kalimat yang paling sering Ibu saya ucapkan.. Gue slalu manggil Ibu gue dengan sebutan mamak. Simple, visionaris, gk suka neko-neko n gk mau nyerah adalah karakteristik mamak yang kini ngalir dalam darah gue. . . Mamak bukanlah seorang perempuan yang hidup dengan kehidupan yang gampang.. beliau sudah harus menjalani hidupnya dan adek2nya dr SD sendiri2.. mgkn beliau lah yang menuangkan kekuatan dalam diri gue ampe gue bisa survive sejauh ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue dari kecil slalu pengen jadi anak laki-laki.. gk pernah mau jadi anak cewek...&lt;br /&gt;simple aja sih alasan'a.. karena gue gk mau dikalahin ama sapapun.. gue gk mw diinjek2 ama sapapun *brasa tgl di alam yg banyak raksasanya aja deh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wktu SD gue maunya pegi sklah pake celana.. gk mau pake rok.. pernah suatu hari gue n tmn2 seGenk gue wktu SD pada pipis bareng *udah kayak mau kemana gitu kudu bareng2. Trus mereka smua kan pada buka clana n langsung ccuuuussssss (anggap aza suara pipisnya kyk gitu yeee). Entah karena gue yg bego atau autis ya masa gue jg ikutan kencing kyk mereka... wkwkwkwkw alhasil pada basah dah clana skolah gue hahaha. and yg lbh autis lagi ada tmn gue wktu itu nanya gini ke gue "Anggi, kok bulung Qe gak ada?" [wktu kecil ampe smp gw dipanggil Anggi, and di daerah gue Qe = Loe).&lt;br /&gt;dengan anteung gue jawab "mungkin ketinggalan di lumah cakit waktu mamak Anggi beli Anggi" [mamak gue dulu ngebodoh2in gue, masa diblg gue dibeli di RS hahahah *dasar ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hening sejenak trus smuanya pada kompak bilang "ohhhhhh.. kacian ya ci Anggi" wkwkwkw.. smoga tmn2 gue msh pada hidup n slamat dr Tsunami wkwkwkwk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallllopooooooo... lw pada kapan pertama kali bolos skolah?&lt;br /&gt;jgn sampe ad yg blg gk pernah... ckckckc... sungguh tak menyenangkan nasib mu itu Anak ku :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue dunk... pertama kali bolos alias cabut skolah kls 2 SD... yupsss.. bnr skali saudara2... kls 2SD wkwkwkw.. and pada taugk wktu pelajaran apa?{ya gk pada tau lah, pan lum pada gue crt} Pelajaran A.G.A.M.A wkwkwkwkw.... gue rasa, gue adalah anak SD pertama yg bolos di sepanjang sejarah tuh SD didirikan wkwkwkw/...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kebodohan yg gue inget masa SD gue adalah "gue lari dari rumah" [tepatnya sih jalan gk pake lari]&lt;br /&gt;lupa gue knp gue bisa ampe kabur dari rumah wkwkwkw...&lt;br /&gt;yang begoknya gue pergi dari rumah lupa pake sendal *saking keburu2nya... alhasil jln2 keliling kampung dengan kaki nyeker.. 10 mnt.... ok, keadaan aman terkendali... 30 mnt ... mulai ih wow kaki gue panas... sejam kemudiann ih wowowowowowowo.. tidak Tuhann... jgn kau cabut nyawa ku, pajak belum ku lunasi *lha? maksud ne???/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya gue malah keliling2 kampung duank wkwkwk.. eh mamak gue bukannya nyari gue kek..&lt;br /&gt;gue mutusin wat balik ke rumah 3jam kemudian (udah dehidrasi + kaki yg ih wowowowowoo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamak dengan nyante bilang gini "udah nyampe kmn aza lari dari rumahnya?" [dengan nada datar n mencekam jejejejenggg]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gubrakkk... brasa smua barang jatuh ke gue ... hufhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I love you Mamak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-1957465256460711906?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1957465256460711906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=1957465256460711906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/1957465256460711906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/1957465256460711906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/kumpulan-cerpen-kedodolan-yesterday.html' title='[Kumpulan Cerpen] -keDodoLan -yesterday, today and tomorrow- [Part : SD]'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-2040822816800554566</id><published>2009-11-09T17:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:56:53.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Kumpulan Cerpen] -Balada Sayur Bayam-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51);font-size:130%;"  &gt;dulu.. zaman2 gue masih muda dulu. *jiahhh brasa udh tua ajeee gue wkwkwkw, gue tuh paling gk suka ama yg namanya sayur.... sama kayak Nobita yang takut ama Giant klo dia mau bikin concert!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp eh tetapi smua paradigma itu berubah seiring berjalan nya waktu. Mata ku terbuka dan ku kini pahami pentingnya asumsi sayur-sayuran bagi tubuh kita (kok tiba2 bahasa nya formal gini ya, brasa jadi penyiar TVRI gue ahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah back to the main point; setelah gue pindah ke Bogor yang notabene nya pada herbivore deh kayaknya, gue ampe shock.. Ohhhh my god!! snap snap snapppppppp Sundanese love vegetable indeed....&lt;br /&gt;alhasil gue yg dulu slalu ngecap org2 yg makan sayur = embekkkk wkwkwkwkwk... ternyata benar, karma is exist guys.. tau apah loeeee *brasa jd anak gaul ceritanya. Gue sekarang become a vegetarian (in process jd kdg msh makan yg hewan2 gitu deh). wkwkwkwkwk.... gue jd kerancingan wat mkn sayur n fruits all the time... so skrg si Marilyn yg maniez ini masuk dalam ordo pemakan sayur alias dalam kingdom nya embekkkk *gk pake nyolot ya baca nya :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and inti punya inti.. gue gak bisa masak wkwkwkw, masak nasi aj hangus padahal udh pke rice cooker (ap rice cookernya yg nyolot y ama gue), ngerebus aer aj bisa ampe gosong *mank nyambung???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah oneday, gue masak sayur bayam.. pgn nambah zat besi nih crtnya *pengen makan besi aza sih tp ntar gk enak hati euui ama Mr. Limbat -gk penting :mode on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paginya masak sayur bayam ehhhh gila nih bayam ap garam segentong ya yang gue masak wkwkwkw.. asinnnnnnnn buangetttttttt.... *please deh Mey... hari gini gitu lhoooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah malamnya gue pantang nyerah cuy... masak lagi dunks bayam nya... eh tau apa loeeee... skrg malah kemanisan, ampe puyeng gue makan nya wkwkwkwkw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bnr2 butuh ketajaman tingkat tinggi biar bisa masak rupanya.. ckckckc salut deh ama emak2 n bpk2 yg bisa masak... Aku takkan menyerah!!! merdeka!!! jiahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pesan moral: kata emak gue dulu klo masak ke asinan artinya pengen nikah, oh yeahhhh ???&lt;br /&gt;nah klo masak jadi nya kemanisan, artinya apa dunkzzz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-2040822816800554566?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2040822816800554566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=2040822816800554566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2040822816800554566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2040822816800554566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/dulu.html' title='[Kumpulan Cerpen] -Balada Sayur Bayam-'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-4972562050125969575</id><published>2009-11-08T14:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:57:14.418+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Kumpulan Cerpen] -Konspirasi Tingkat Tinggi-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;hmm.. udh lama bgt gw gk ngeblog yg kocak-kocak euii :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;dulu2 ru pts ama tuh makhluk note2 gue pun bawaan nya sok lebay buangett, gw aja ampe mutah seember ngebaca ulang, ampe kena muntaber malahh.. sumpah ya gk pake boong yg muntaber ntuh bnr2 [boonk] lho *gk pentingggg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;well..well.. semenjak banyak buaya n cicak digosipin kyknya konspirasi ada dmn2 kalee yahh and kalee ney nimpa gue si Marilyn a.k.a Meyn yang manis, rajin menabung, tdk sombong, buang sampah pd tempatnya, and slalu dikejar2 [bnyk utang kalee ya].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;begini ceritanya *dengan gaya si host KisMis.. kisah2 misteri.. jiahh jebot bangett dah tu acara, jaman gue masih luthu-luthu na :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;sebenarnya sih gue gk percaya bgt ama yg namanya kesialan... halohhhhh... snap snap snappppppp.. scara ya nih jaman udh modern kaleee (modern kok zaman ditulis pake "j" cobaaa). tp kyknya gue bnr2 lagi berada dalam situasi konspirasi tingkat tinggi yang para pemainya telah berencana dengan alot untuk menjatuhkan saya saudara-saudara..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Pertama2 FD gue ilangg *whaaaaaaaa... mau jerit2 ampe sluruh kampus dengerin jeritan hati gue (pdhal suara udh kyk halilintar juga sihh). gk ada yg pntg2 bgt sihh di FD itu tp yg pantengong nya (pantengong = bego, bhasa org2 pinter only ntuhh) ada laporan magang gue yg udh 3 kali gue revisi, ya bnr bgt sodara-sodara TIGA kaleeee, cuma karena kurang tanda baca n spasi *gk penting :mode on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;so.. bagi lw lw pada yg ngerasa sekmpus ama cewe semanis gue n klo nemu FD bertuliskan -Marilyn a.k.a Meyn yang manis, rajin menabung, tdk sombong, buang sampah pd tempatnya, and slalu dikejar2- tolong kembalikan ke sayahhh ya (cuma ada tulisan merlyn duank sih sbnrnya hahaha). "jika yg ngembaliinnya cewek, akan saya jadikan sodari sayah *klo cantik, klo jelek jd upik abu-saudari- gw mau? dan jika itu cowo akan saya jadikan pacar *klo cakep n gk putih, klo jelek... jd fans saya sajah yahh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Eits.. ada lagi n kalee ne bnr2 gue naik pitam n pgn marah *padahal mank tiap hari marah-marah n jerit-jerit mulu hahha.. ceritanya Sabtu 7Nov09 gue kudu ikut TOEFL ITP test di IPB so gw sengaja bangun agak cpt alias jam 1/2 8 (pdhal ujian jam 1/2 9 wkwkwkw), jam 8 lwt 15 ru naek angkot jur KADAL -baca: kampus dalam- ehhhh pake acara macet cobaaa hiks hikss.. alhasil jam 1/2 9 ru nyampe gang Berlin (pintu kcl gt deh yg ngubungin IPB dgn dunia luar). OMG... gue kudu lari2, ku berlari sejauh mgkn tak kuhiraukan apapun yg menghadang ku *lebay againnnn. nyampe di gedungnya ehhhh ternyata sodara-sodara ruangan dipindah ke lante 3, njr*****t , beungeuk a.k.a sesak napas gue ampe ke kls nya (untung lum mulai, diundur 1/2 jam wkwkwkw). and kaleee nih puncak konspirasinya... jeng jeng .... gue gk bawa pencil 2B and kacamata.... PINTAR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;pengen loncat dr lante 3 itu tp takut gedung2 IPB pada roboh ntar wktu gue nyampe ke tanah :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;alhasil ada yg baek hati ehehe.. ngasih pensil cadangan dia ke gue whwhwhwahaha.. lets answer these question :D (tentunya tanpa kaca mata gue, kyk org buta ajeeee dah gue baca ntuh soal2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Ps: God.. please gimme the perfect score due to my sacrifice hihihihihi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-4972562050125969575?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4972562050125969575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=4972562050125969575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/4972562050125969575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/4972562050125969575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/kumpulan-cerpen-konspirasi-tingkat.html' title='[Kumpulan Cerpen] -Konspirasi Tingkat Tinggi-'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-179829310652497296</id><published>2009-11-04T22:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:54:00.281+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge on You Jerk!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;"  &gt;There's no way I could forget and forgive you for all of what u've done to me.&lt;br /&gt;You give a rose covered by thousand thorn ... you gimme love and put me as a blind...&lt;br /&gt;You're force me to do what you wanted and put me in the corner as like I'm a junkie..&lt;br /&gt;You broke me into pieces and made me as a slave.. in any term..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else which you want?&lt;br /&gt;what do you want more from me??&lt;br /&gt;You blame me for all the things!!!&lt;br /&gt;You lied to me.. you made as like a fool... enough?? do u feel enough??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dumped me as what you want..&lt;br /&gt;You humiliated me in front of those people..&lt;br /&gt;You jilted me as I was a beggar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now what??? You gotta come and face me??? you are a COWARD and piece of Shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;get urself rid off me forever.. forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont ever forgive you till death comes and takes me...&lt;br /&gt;bet me Jerk a.k.a Boo (read: bu + ll shit = bullshit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I hate you since I open my eyes n heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-179829310652497296?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/179829310652497296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=179829310652497296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/179829310652497296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/179829310652497296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/revenge-on-you-jerk.html' title='Revenge on You Jerk!!!'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-5348405112739561335</id><published>2009-11-03T10:49:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:57:53.639+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasses and Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span &gt;Sumpah... kacamata adalah nyawa saya.. hahaha.. hari ini adalah hari yang sangat penting karena saya dikerjar begitu banyak deadline essays, artikel dan paper. Membaca buku-buku Akuntansi Internasional membuat kepala "njelimet" tapi mau bagaimana lagi, semua demi ilmu dan pencapaian cita-cita dan membanggakan orang-orang yang kucintai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To be honest.. glasses is my soul.. hahaha..today is my rush day because I am running with the time to finish my essays, articles and papers. Reading Int'l Accounting books makes me headache but what can I say, these are for knowledge seeking and make the love ones proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dan ternyata saudara-saudara... kacamata saya tidak tahu dimana keberadaannya... serasa jadi orang yang tidak berguna tanpa itu (T_T).. kamar yang semula sudah seperti kapal pecah menjadi lebih pecah... pengen nangis rasanya saya tapi Mars pernah bilang kalau nangis itu bukan menyelesaikan masalah, toh tidak akan dapat kacamata itu juga dengan tangisan saya kan? Jadi, mari kita mencarinya =) and you know what!!! I get it hahaha.. it was under my desk indeed :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And in fact guys... I lost my glasses and dunno where it is... feeling useless without it (T_T).. my bedroom is such a mess and become messier now... wanna cry out loud but Mars once told me that even by crying I wont solve the problem, so why dont I try to looking for it =) and you know what!!! I get it hahaha... it was under my desk indeed :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ps: I love you my glasses and Mars (^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-5348405112739561335?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5348405112739561335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=5348405112739561335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/5348405112739561335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/5348405112739561335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/glasses-and-soul.html' title='Glasses and Soul'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-1401527686920657754</id><published>2009-11-02T17:53:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:58:19.087+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonesome (miss parents n God)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;"  &gt;Aku sudah tak bisa&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menangis&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku sudah tak bisa&lt;br /&gt;Untuk berkata&lt;br /&gt;Aku sudah tak bisa&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mencinta&lt;br /&gt;Selain dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I can't cry any more and I can say nothing to love others except You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini tanpa nyawamu&lt;br /&gt;Aku merana&lt;br /&gt;Cinta tanpa kasihmu&lt;br /&gt;Terasa nestapa&lt;br /&gt;Dan hanya kamu yang bisa&lt;br /&gt;Buatku berkata&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku untukmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Now.. without You.. I feel lonesome, without Your love life becomes so grief, and You are the only one who can make me to say "my heart is for You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak pernah ku bayangkan&lt;br /&gt;Bila kehilangan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Tak pernah kuinginkan&lt;br /&gt;Kecewa karena cinta&lt;br /&gt;Karna sisa hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Hanya untuk menanti&lt;br /&gt;Membahagiakan hatimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Never imagine if I gotta loose You.. Never want to be disappointed of love.. because I would like to make you happy in my last time of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: dedicated to my family n God (^.^) cuz I love you God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-1401527686920657754?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1401527686920657754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=1401527686920657754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/1401527686920657754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/1401527686920657754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/aku-sudah-tak-bisa-untuk-menangis-dan.html' title='Lonesome (miss parents n God)'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-6087860987418040247</id><published>2009-11-01T13:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:10:00.187+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to a brave girl "Yasmin D. Preciado"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Terinspirasi dari seorang gadis cantik, bijaksana dan berjiwa besar Yasmin D. Preciado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inspired by a gorgeous, wise and brave girl Yasmin D. Preciado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sudah lama sekali saya tidak berbahasa Indonesia yang baik dan benar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Singkat cerita.. saya ingin menjadi seorang gadis yang lebih bijaksana, cakap, berjiwa besar dan menghargai budaya bangsa saya... termasuk memilihara bahasa tercinta ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It has been a long time that I seldom speak and use Indonesian properly... briefly.. I would like to be a girl who becomes more wise, benevolent, tough and respect to my culture... including by retaining my lovely Indonesian... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Saya akan mencoba itu.. terima kasih banyak Yasmin... U have inspired me lots dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to do it... thanks a lot Yasmin... U have inspired me lots dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Marilyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ps: my prays on u :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-6087860987418040247?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6087860987418040247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=6087860987418040247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/6087860987418040247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/6087860987418040247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/terinspirasi-dari-seorang-gadis-cantik.html' title='Dedicated to a brave girl &quot;Yasmin D. Preciado&quot;'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-2455476578673174612</id><published>2009-10-31T09:02:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:59:04.389+07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing hurts like love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span &gt;hahahaha... dari judul nya sajah sudah kelihatan lebay ya :))&lt;br /&gt;well.. what can I say then..&lt;br /&gt;itu adalah hal yang lumrah dalam hidup ini..terkadang kita bisa mencintai seseorang dengan amat sangat hingga melupakan hal lainnya. Mengapa? karena logika kita kalah dengan perasaan kita, tapi ketika kita merasa sakit oleh orang yang kita cinta maka it's gotta be so painful.. be strong though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;hahahaha.. could be seen how over this tittle for everyone :))&lt;br /&gt;well.. what can I say then..&lt;br /&gt;it's a common things in this life.. sometimes when we fall in love to someone so much then we gotta forget other things. Why? it's because our logical was defeated by our feeling, but when we get offended by whom we love then its' gotta be so painful.. be strong though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... well.. in fact there's nothing hurts like love.. If I could hurt him/them? no... lets move on... maybe there will be a prince charming comes to me hahaha LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;hmmm... well.. in fact there's nothing hurts like love.. If I could hurt him/ them? no.. lets move on.. maybe there will be a prince charming comes to me hahaha LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I love you guys but I love myself more (^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-2455476578673174612?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2455476578673174612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=2455476578673174612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2455476578673174612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/2455476578673174612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-hurts-like-love.html' title='nothing hurts like love'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-4781692487973769621</id><published>2009-10-30T08:10:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:59:28.440+07:00</updated><title type='text'>we made choices and we dont look back!!! (Indonesian Version only lol)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255);font-size:130%;"  &gt;"makanya kalo duduk tuh mikir".. quote yang paling sering ayah saya katakan semasa ia hidup di dunia ini. Simple emang.. tp bagi saya makna kata" itu daleeem banget.. karena terkadang kita jarang banget mikir terlebih dahulu sebelum bertindak. memang benar kalau hidup ini simple, pengen ngeludah ya tinggal ngeludah, pengen poo" tinggal poo"... tp yang kudu diinget tuh, dimana nyari wc wat poo" and ngeludah jgn ampe kena orang lain. Sayangnya, kita jarang banget mikirin apa yang harus kita lakukan sebelum ngelakuin hal tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mencintai adalah hal yang lumrah dan sangat manusiawi. Semua makhluk hidup pasti pernah, sedang dan akan mencintai (baik itu sesama jenis atau lawan jenis). Sekali lagi.. apakah kita berpikir terlebih dahulu sebelum mencintai? Apakah kita akan mengestimasi baik/ buruk nya, untung/ rugi nya? tidakkk... nah itu lah yang menjadi pertimbangan saya atas quote ayah saya tadi. Sebagai anak Akuntansi selayaknya saya menghitung kemungkinan" itu.. sayangnya, sekali lagi, kita hanyalah manusia biasa yang lebih mengedepankan perasaan daripada logika ketika sedang mabuk cinta..ckckckck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barulah ketika hubungan itu harus diakhiri akan ada pihak yang merasa ditipu, disakiti, dibohongi dll.. padahal nama nya juga hidup... we made choice and we dont look back so... makanya kalau duduk tuh mikir!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha (^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to my father and my ex-boyfriend[s]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-4781692487973769621?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4781692487973769621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=4781692487973769621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/4781692487973769621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/4781692487973769621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-made-choices-and-we-dont-look-back.html' title='we made choices and we dont look back!!! (Indonesian Version only lol)'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-1762137621087237672</id><published>2009-10-29T19:44:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:59:51.631+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mars vs Venus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;hmmm... katanya sihh.. Venus and Mars itu gk pernah bisa menyatukan ide dan maksud keduanya. Suatu saat si Venus ingin "ini" and bilang "ini" tapi si Mars menginterpretasikannya dengan "itu". Misalnya suatu hari si Venus tanya " lw.. sayang and cinta gk ama gw?".. bagi kaum Venus itu adalah pertanyaan yang paling seneng wat ditanyakan ke Mars karena Venus pengen denger klo Mars sayang n cinta ke Venus in every second. Padahal sebenarnya tanpa harus dipertanyakan Mars udah benar" cinta and sayang ke Venus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;hmmm.. well.. Venus and Mars wont ever put their idea in same position. Once, Venus wants to get "this" and says "this" but Mars interprets it with "that". For instance, one day Venus asked " Do you love me?".. in Venus' sight that question is something which they like to ask because Venus wants to listen Mars says that Mars loves Venus in every second. In fact, Mars always loves Venus... no doubt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Venus.. akhirnya merajuk karena ngerasa kalo Mars gk sayang ke Venus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Venus.. in the end Venus sulks because Venus thinks that Mars doesn't love Venus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;padahal kenapa gk nyari cara wat bikin suasana keduanya jadi nyaman coba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;whereas.. why don't both parts try to find a best solution to make them feel cozy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Venus sadar kalau Mars itu gk suka "cuap-cuap" about love, so knp gk Mars coba give a little surprise to Venus.. no need something expensive but just a bit special n unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Venus realizes that Mars never make a "bull shit" about love, so why Mars never tries to give a little surprise to Venus.. no need something expensive but just a bit special and unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;well... klo Venus dan Mars gk bisa deal di setiap masalah and hal" kecil so gk akan pernah ada way out for both... karena kita gk pernah pengen ada Bumi masuk di antara Venus dan Mars..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;well... If Venus and Mars cant make a deal in any small problem so there will be no way out for both... because we never want to have Earth between Venus and Mars..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ps: dedicated to all Mars n Venus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-1762137621087237672?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1762137621087237672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=1762137621087237672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/1762137621087237672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/1762137621087237672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/mars-vs-venus.html' title='Mars vs Venus...'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584573800819723900.post-5696089155201645281</id><published>2009-10-29T19:15:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:00:13.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'>me, my self and merlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span &gt;merlin...&lt;br /&gt;cuma seorang gadis yang kini beranjak dewasa...&lt;br /&gt;gadis kecil yg manja kini berlari dengan waktu mengejar cita-cita nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;merlin...&lt;br /&gt;a little girl who become a lady&lt;br /&gt;a clumsy and childish girl who run with the time to catch her dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lahir di suatu siang yg panas menyengat hari Kamis 8 okt 1987...&lt;br /&gt;ibunya hanyalah seorang ibu rumah tangga yang bersuamikan seorang sarjana yg lebih memilih menjadi seorang tukang becak daripada mengaplikasikan ilmu politik yang dipelajari nya di bangku perkuliahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;was born in a sunny day Thursday 8th Oct 1987...&lt;br /&gt;her mom was a housewife who had a wonderful husband as a pedicab driver, in fact he was a bachelor of politics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia hanya seorang anak perempuan yang dulunya gk pernah mau dicap sebagai perempuan..&lt;br /&gt;"I loved to be a boy..." mungkin karena ia adalah anak kedua dari empat bersaudara yang semuanya laki-laki... hehehe =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;She was a little young girl who never wanted to be a girl..&lt;br /&gt;"I loved to be a boy..." maybe because she was the second child from her other three brothers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pernah suatu hari di tahun 2004 silam.. serempak sluruh kluarga ku ke barbershop wat ngebotakin kepala" na (except my mamak tentu nya)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Once a upon a time in year 2004... all of her family members went to a barbershop for having hair cut (bald) except my mom for sure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hah.. yg ini jg mau dibotakin?" shocknya abang tukang cukur sambil megang kepala ku.. "iyahh bang..." dengan mantap ku katakan itu dengan mata berkaca-kaca ke abng nya hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"What?? this young girl gotta be bold also?" the man was shock to see me "yeahh.. sure" I stated clearly to him LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku... Merlin... seorang yang keras kepala, egois, keras tp... cepat iba hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;me.. Merlin... is a stubborn, selfish, and tough girl... but too touchable though lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backpacking n traveling adalah hal yg paling aku sukai... selain memperlajari bahasa" yang asing n aneh" hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;backpacking n traveling are the most thing I love in this world, besides learning other languages (strange languages) lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... wanna know more about me? just ask me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muachhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;marilyn (^.^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7584573800819723900-5696089155201645281?l=meangstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5696089155201645281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7584573800819723900&amp;postID=5696089155201645281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/5696089155201645281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7584573800819723900/posts/default/5696089155201645281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meangstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-my-self-and-merlin.html' title='me, my self and merlin'/><author><name>Merlin's Story</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15266998711178589482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUFwqxZUIaQ/TKNl_kZruOI/AAAAAAAAACE/xa0Onul8XOs/S220/merlinta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
