<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689473787995560842</id><updated>2009-10-17T13:00:08.652+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Buku Harian Mirna</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mirna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16104747464285304402</uri><email>mirnawulandari@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689473787995560842.post-2278360957991036894</id><published>2009-09-10T12:02:00.025+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:49:01.181+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My 25 Candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoKLOdjCFI/AAAAAAAAALE/omig9TPEdSQ/s1600-h/Mirna+-+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoKLOdjCFI/AAAAAAAAALE/omig9TPEdSQ/s320/Mirna+-+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380123892824344658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt; 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Sering kali nyala api kecil itu padam ~ kehilangan bara kecil keberaniannya. Hakikatnya, lilin mati itu masih ada di pelukan tangan saya. Saya memaksakan diri untuk bertahan dan mencoba menyalakan kembali cahaya kecil itu. Tidak bisa saya menahan cobaan yang datang tetapi setidaknya saya masih mempunyai keinginan untuk bertahan....".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Banyak sudah yang terjadi dalam hidup saya, baik buruknya saya terima dengan besar hati. Meyakini bahwa itu &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoLOh5wa_I/AAAAAAAAALM/Qhpu87oj3ZE/s1600-h/IMG_4623%281%29pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoLOh5wa_I/AAAAAAAAALM/Qhpu87oj3ZE/s320/IMG_4623%281%29pot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380125049094171634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;adalah proses bagi saya. Proses pendewasaan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bukanlah saya yang sekarang tanpa adanya inspirasi yang membentuk kepribadian saya. Saya meyakini bahwa Tuhan menciptakan manusia, tapi tidak membentuk sifat dan kepribadian. Karena semua itu adalah pilihan hidup manusia itu sendiri. Saya belajar bahwa indah tidaknya hidup seseorang terletak dari spirit hidupnya. Itu semua (lagi) adalah pilihan. Diantara mereka memilih untuk memperburuk hidup mereka dengan sejuta keluhan dengan jiwa yang putus asa. Tetapi saya ingin berada di tengah-tengah orang yang memilih untuk mempunyai semangat positif. Untuk saya, membuat hidup sendiri lebih positif.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoHcqW7MJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oAHJFpdUD7g/s1600-h/P1010314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoHcqW7MJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/oAHJFpdUD7g/s320/P1010314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380120893835653266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seorang ibu bagi saya memberikan peranan terbesar dalam kehidupan. Dia menjadi panutan teladan tertinggi dalam kehidupan saya. Sebagian dalam diri ibu terdapat dalam diri saya. Beliau mengajarkan untuk memperlakukan setiap orang dengan baik terlepas bagaimana orang itu memperlakukan kita. Sesuatu yang masih susah untuk dilakukan. Beliau adalah inspirasi terbesar ~dimana saya ingin menjadi menjadi wanita seperti dia yang mempunyai hati besar untuk membantu sesamanya. "Giving to others brings happiness for me". &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; kepuasan didalamnya, bahwa Tuhan menciptakan saya bukanlah tanpa alasan. Bahwa saya mampu memberikan yang terbaik untuk society, walaupun masih dalam skala yang kecil. Mindset saya pun berubah. Jika dulu orang bijak bilang, "Jika tangan kanan memberi, jangan sampai tangan kiri mengetahui". Tapi bagi saya sekarang, "Bila tangan kanan memberi, biarlah tangan kiri melihat agar bisa berubah sebaik tangan kanan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoFyCM5ZTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cFb7PLuAH0M/s1600-h/P1010349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoFyCM5ZTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cFb7PLuAH0M/s320/P1010349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380119061990040882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mereka, bagi saya, adalah pelangi di kehidupan. Seperti pelangi yang memancarkan warna berbeda, itulah kami. Masing-masing dari kami adalah pribadi yang unik. Berbeda agama, suku dan etnis justru membawa keindahan tersendiri untuk hidup saya. Bersama mereka, saya belajar untuk lebih care dan responsif terhadap orang. Mereka adalah teman terbaik. Seperti telur, mereka akan tetap bilang saya telur yang utuh walaupun ada sedikit retak. Perempuan-perempuan ini akan melakukan apapun untuk tetap berjalan &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoGW09laiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WHLpQHd1LMo/s1600-h/Picture-mirna+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoGW09laiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/WHLpQHd1LMo/s320/Picture-mirna+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380119694091315746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dibelakang saya ketika dunia tidak berpihak kepada saya dan selalu senantiasa memastikan saya untuk berdiri kembali ketika terjatuh. "These girls are my big supporters". Jauh dari mereka, merupakan salah satu kehilangan terbesar tahun ini. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; masih menjadi rumah untuk saya karena disitulah mereka ~ keluarga saya tinggal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoIHSK_WLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/K0g7Pr0FdUg/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoIHSK_WLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/K0g7Pr0FdUg/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380121626077518002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saat ini saya sedang memimpin banyak staff. Dan saya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoIYG7KS9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/yovzysJKGjU/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoIYG7KS9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/yovzysJKGjU/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380121915116112850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;menikmati waktu bersama mereka. Kebersamaan merupakan elemen terpenting bagi saya untuk mengetahui emosi yang terjadi pada mereka sebagai orang terpenting dalam bisnis saya. Dalam dunia kerja, saya ibaratnya pengatur suhu. Sampai sekarang pun saya masih belajar kapan memanaskan, menurunkan atau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoItDISWSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/a5DZLtl7qRY/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoItDISWSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/a5DZLtl7qRY/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380122274874677538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;menjaga keseimbangan emosi pada tingkat yang stabil. Mereka adalah nyawa saya bekerja, bersama mereka saya ciptakan ritme kerja dengan mengedepankan rasa kekeluargaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoEk8MKe0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pCXh8BtuRQs/s1600-h/ard_mir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoEk8MKe0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pCXh8BtuRQs/s320/ard_mir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380117737526426434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pria ini bukanlah orang yang baru bagi saya. Kebersamaan berawal dari sepuluh tahun &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoE1dkhcgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LSK-cCumZD8/s1600-h/ard_mir2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoE1dkhcgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LSK-cCumZD8/s320/ard_mir2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380118021364871682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yang lalu. Diapun sudah melewati banyak proses dalam kehidupan saya. Tanpa terbatasi oleh waktu, kami pun mengalami pasang surut dalam berhubungan. Dia pernah mengatakan kepada saya, "Jika kita tidak melalui proses-proses itu, maka waktu tidak akan pernah mendewasakan kita". Bagi saya, dia adalah pemimpin dan mentor yang selalu menunjukkan jalan keluar ketika saya tidak menemukannya. Dia juga berperan sebagai teman untuk berbagi dan memberi perlindungan yang saya butuhkan. Dia merupakan orang yang memberi spirit yang positif, sehingga saya pun merasa jalan apapun akan bisa dilalui. "Jangan dipikir terlalu berat. Hidup ini dibuat simple dan dijalanin dengan indah saja.", itu pesannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 14.2pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 14.2pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saya bukan superwoman, karena itu sebetulnya tidak pernah ada, tidak akan bisa dan tak perlu. Namun, kadang-kadang saya berandai-andai berpikiran akan menjadi orang hebat nantinya. Orang yang kuat ~ orang yang punya kekuasaan. Bukan untuk apa-apa, saya cuman ingin berdiri tegak dan menunduk untuk mengangkat orang lain. Bagi saya, kekuatan terukur dari seberapa banyak kita bisa menopang orang lain. Dan itu kekuatan yang saya cita-citakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" lang="id-ID"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689473787995560842-2278360957991036894?l=bulanbulat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/feeds/2278360957991036894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=689473787995560842&amp;postID=2278360957991036894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/2278360957991036894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/2278360957991036894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-25-candles.html' title='My 25 Candles'/><author><name>Mirna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16104747464285304402</uri><email>mirnawulandari@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13936947150713565117'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SqoKLOdjCFI/AAAAAAAAALE/omig9TPEdSQ/s72-c/Mirna+-+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689473787995560842.post-145039207191776957</id><published>2009-06-24T23:53:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:18:41.148+10:00</updated><title type='text'>...berserah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SkI1hyEbdyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/inazfmfXYXU/s1600-h/prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SkI1hyEbdyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/inazfmfXYXU/s320/prayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350898161761875746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini semua salah saya. Salah saya yang jauh dariMu sehingga saya tidak terlindungi. Sudah puluhan orang tempat saya bertanya dan tidak satupun dari mereka, saya mendapatkan jawaban yang memuaskan. Hingga saya sadar bahwa saya bertanya pada tempat yang salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ini semua membuat saya malu dan bertekuk lutut mengharap iba. Maafkan atas kesombongan dan rasa ego yang tinggi. Saya terlalu mendewakan diri dan meng-klaim bahwa cuman saya yang tahu apa yang terbaik untuk saya. Ibaratnya saya adalah pensil, ternyata masih ada yang menggerakkan tulisan kehidupan saya, yaitu Engkau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mencari jawaban itu, saya sadar bahwa saya harus berserah dan memasrahkan segalanya dengan hati ikhlas. Tidak mudah bagi saya untuk berada di titik nol. Ternyata belajar untuk ikhlas sangatlah tidak mudah karena saya tidak berhadapan dengan orang lain. Melainkan saya menundukkan diri sendiri. Keikhlasan pada akhirnya nanti akan menjadi kemenangan batin saya. Dari sini, saya bisa mengukur tolak kesabaran dan pengorbanan yang mampu saya berikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"....Saya memohon pilihan menurut pengetahuanMu, dan memohon penetapan dengan kekuasaanMu, juga saya memohon karuniaMu yang besar, sebab sesungguhnya Engkaulah yang berkuasa dan saya tidak berkuasa, Engkaulah yang Maha Tahu sedangkan saya tidak mengetahui apa-apa. Engkaulah Maha Mengetahui segala yang gaib, Jika Engkau Mengetahui bahwa urusanku ini baik untukku maka takdirkanlah untukku dan mudahkanlah berkah kepadaku di dalamnya. Sebaliknya, jikalau Engkau Mengetahui bahwa urusanku ini jelek untukku, dalam agamaku, kehidupanku serta akibat urusanku, maka jauhkanlah aku daripadanya, serta takdirkanlah untukku yang baik-baik saja dimana saja adanya, Kemudian puaskanlah hatiku dengan takdir itu.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/689473787995560842-145039207191776957?l=bulanbulat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/feeds/145039207191776957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=689473787995560842&amp;postID=145039207191776957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/145039207191776957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/145039207191776957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/2009/06/berserah.html' title='...berserah...'/><author><name>Mirna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16104747464285304402</uri><email>mirnawulandari@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13936947150713565117'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SkI1hyEbdyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/inazfmfXYXU/s72-c/prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689473787995560842.post-3829854176524624143</id><published>2009-06-24T23:24:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:51:17.764+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear friend.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;When he came to your life… I could see how happy you were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Whatever you did, you did just for him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Once you said to me, “I’m happy if he’s happy” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;That was more than enough to make me know that you deeply cared about him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;When he hurt you, I had much anger than you did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;When he said nasty things, I completely didn’t understand you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why u still had a patience to treat him good? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I thought u was out of your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You never meant to blame him for causing you so much pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Instead, you always tried to understand him… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And you always asked me back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“Tell me what I did wrong here?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And my answer was and it is always be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;“You did nothing wrong” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;When he can’t appreciate your beauty… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Excuse me, I’m sorry if I say this but never regret to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;He’s just insane… He’s blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;His words ain’t gonna let you down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You’re a beautiful in soul and in any way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You can count on my words because, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know you longer than he does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You cried yesterday… you cried last nite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You will cry tonite and tomorrow but, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You ain’t gonna cry next week because, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Your tears worth millions star, u aren’t gonna waste it, are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cry for someone who madly loves and cares about you unconditionally… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You smiled today… you laughed today with me but, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You still can’t hide your pain from me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You told me a flashback story and made it as a joke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;But, I know deep in your heart, it was painful realities &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You didn’t mean to fake it, you’re just fighting to be stronger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And you will be…dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Whatever tomorrow will be…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;With or without him, you will survive because, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;He just took your heart, not your dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dream is a beginning of a spirit, a spirit to catch another love again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;If there is soul of an angel hiding inside human’s body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It must be you, my beautiful friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And it is shame on him for not knowing it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Dedicated to my best friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SkIuk2AFw-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/wyAr9ibmTzo/s1600-h/1-1440264-4430-t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SkIuk2AFw-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/wyAr9ibmTzo/s320/1-1440264-4430-t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350890517775631330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ps: I wrote this short mssg to my best friend cos she was having tough times with her x-bf. It happened 4 years ago. She ended up breaking up him, which I though very wise decision to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689473787995560842-3829854176524624143?l=bulanbulat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/feeds/3829854176524624143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=689473787995560842&amp;postID=3829854176524624143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/3829854176524624143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/3829854176524624143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-friend.html' title='Dear Friend...'/><author><name>Mirna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16104747464285304402</uri><email>mirnawulandari@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13936947150713565117'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SkIuk2AFw-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/wyAr9ibmTzo/s72-c/1-1440264-4430-t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689473787995560842.post-5241040303472139125</id><published>2009-02-28T03:34:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:45:14.582+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Story'/><title type='text'>Rumors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SagY7ebb3gI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UtYt7dj80E0/s1600-h/rumors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SagY7ebb3gI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UtYt7dj80E0/s200/rumors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307519570915614210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hidup di kota kecil seperti di Probolinggo membuat 'kabar burung' melenggang bebas dari mulut ke mulut. Kota kecil dimana rata-rata orang mengenal sesamanya, membuat tidak adanya pemikiran “Mind Your Own Business!”. Aku adalah orang yang kadang-kadang tidak bisa lolos dari kabar burung itu (atau istilah nge-trend nya gossip, rumour etc). Embel-embel nama  “Nawawi” sudah terlanjur nempel di diriku. Nama Nawawi memang sudah tidak asing buat warga Probolinggo. Jangankan mama, beberapa staff nawawi yang sudah lama bekerja pun sudah dikenali banyak orang khususnya loyal customers. Apalagi tahun kemarin, setelah pakde aku menjadi kandidat pencalonan walikota Probolinggo, nama keluarga semakin dikenal orang. Bukannya bermaksud sombong, cuman jika diberi pilihan, aku juga tidak mau dikenal banyak orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa tahun lalu misalnya, ada teman smp datang ke aku, minta undangan.&lt;br /&gt;“Undangan apa?” tanyaku.&lt;br /&gt;“Yaelah...Ya undangan kamu merit non tanggal 10 juni nanti di Gedung A”, kata temenku.&lt;br /&gt;“Hah?!!” aku cuman bisa melongo kayak orang dongo. Ini mah sekalian lengkap ma tanggal dan tempatnya. Akhirnya aku tanya balik,&lt;br /&gt;“Emang cowoknya siapa?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yah aku ga tau”, dia njawab&lt;br /&gt;“Aku loh ga punya calon, jadi mo merit ama sapa?”, tanyaku menjebak&lt;br /&gt;“Masak sih?! Kok udah banyak yang bilang kalo kmu merit 10 juni ini”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu cuman salah satu diantaranya. Apa emang iya begini “nasib perempuan yang belum nikah”? Desas-desus tentang siapa calonnya terlalu sering berhembus. “Terlalu anehkah jika aku belum menikah?”. Bahkan ada yang bilang kalo aku udah hamil. Hamilnya kapan trus meritnya kapan kok bisa-bisanya ada kabar seperti itu. “Abisnya kmu rada ndut-an, jadi dipikirnya lagi hamil” begitu kata teman. Emang kalo aku gendutan artinya hamil? Wong aku rada suka makan, apalagi di Melbourne surganya makanan enak dan porsinya pun 3x porsi di sini. Ga percaya? Tanyain aja temen-temenku yang di Melbourne tentang 'eating habit' kita (hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desas-desusnya sekarang, bahwa aku sedang menjalin hubungan ama seorang tentara berpangkat letnan satu infanteri. Memang kalo dia mampir di Probolinggo, Ardha selalu menyempatkan ketemuan ma aku secara dia orang se-geng aku sejak SMA di Surabaya dulu. Whenever we walked out together, people never stop starring at us. Awalnya risih juga aku dan rada ga enakan ma dia, tapi emang awalnya dia rada kaget dilihatin orang. He just realized, if I'm in probolinggo, I'm just not that ordinary. Selama di Surabaya, yang dia tahu yah sebatas 'mirna adalah mirna', tanpa ada embel-embel lainnya. Bahkan om aku yang tinggalnya jauh dari aku, tahu tentang kabar itu dari tetangganya. Ckckck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alhasil, Ardha ini pun rada 'kecipratan' oleh kabar ini. Status hubungan aku ma dia dipertanyakan danpri-nya. Danpri adalah komandan dari tiga batalyon yang berpusat di Jember. Dan Jabatan pangkat Danpri itu cukup jauh diatas Ardha yang masih berpangkat lettu. Dia rada kaget juga kenapa danpri itu menanyakan kepada komandannya si Ardha tentang sejauh mana keseriusan dia dengan aku dan memberi 'wanti-wanti' supaya tidak main-main dengan aku. Dan aku pun tidak mengenal siapa danpri itu dan agak heran juga kenapa harus 'ikut campur'. *Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kadang-kadang terlalu capek untuk meng-klarifikasi semuanya. Jika dijawab pun, mereka tidak percaya. Kan repot itu namanya?. Jadi aku lebih baik diam saja, tidak meng-iya kan dan tidak juga menolak semua kabar itu, karena sekarang aku menjaga privasi. Aku tidak ingin orang terlalu banyak tahu tentang my love life untuk meredam komentar-komentar lebih banyak lagi. Yah aku anggap saja semua itu doa, doa dari orang banyak supaya aku cepet menikah (hahaha). Seharusnya mereka berhenti bertanya kapan aku menikah dan berhenti menebak-nebak dengan siapa aku sekarang, toh pada akhirnya aku juga akan menikah. Insyaallah taun depan. Kalo engga yah, taun depannya lagi. Kalo ga jadi yah, tiga tahun lagi hahahaha. Tidak usah menebak-nebak deh, ntar tiba-tiba muncul aja di “Radar Bromo” (koran lokal Probolinggo dari Jawa Pos Group) kalau aku mau menikah, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jadi sejauh mana kebenaran kabar itu? Biarin aku, keluarga dan teman-teman dekat aku yang tahu status aku sebenernya apa (single atau in relationship,atau enganged atau dengan siapa aku sedang dekat). Aku cuman belajar dari yang kemarin-marin. Ketika orang-orang memaksa aku untuk mempublikasi-kan hubungan aku dalam kondisi aku yang belum siap dan belum yakin ternyata berakhir dengan situasi yang kurang baik. Makanya, privasi aku jadikan barang yang mahal. Jika memang suatu saat nanti aku sudah yakin dengan siapapun yang jadi pilihanku, pastinya nanti aku sebarkan sendiri berita ini Kalau perlu, aku lakuin seperti orang kampanye hahahahaha. Abisnya, capek banget deh ih dengerin orang-orang, tutup telingapun masih kedengaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sadly...They see or they don't see, they still do judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(mirna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689473787995560842-5241040303472139125?l=bulanbulat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/feeds/5241040303472139125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=689473787995560842&amp;postID=5241040303472139125' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/5241040303472139125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/5241040303472139125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/2009/02/rumors.html' title='Rumors!'/><author><name>Mirna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16104747464285304402</uri><email>mirnawulandari@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13936947150713565117'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SagY7ebb3gI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UtYt7dj80E0/s72-c/rumors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689473787995560842.post-2125129690479975865</id><published>2009-02-26T02:02:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T02:15:59.742+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Cowok untuk Mirna</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMIRNA%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C05%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; 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	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Untuk ukuran seorang mirna, mirna seharusnya mendapatkan direktur, atau dokter, atau anak dari pejabat”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Itu pendapat kebanyakan orang, yang cukup membuat aku terkekeh-kekeh. Sehingga, aku disodorkan (baca: dijodohkan dan dikenalkan) dengan cowok yang lulusan dari A, atau bergelar dokter dan bla bla yang lain. Semuanya lewat aja buat aku. Wajar sebetulnya mereka punya 'great expectation' seperti itu mengingat bahwa aku hidup dari keluarga berkecukupan dan gelar kesarjanaan aku mulai dari S1 dan S2 aku dapetin dari luar negri. Secara otomatis, standard cowok yang pas buat aku timbul sendiri dalam pikiran-pikiran mereka. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Aku sendiri tidak terlalu memusingkan masalah itu, misalnya masalah jabatan atau keprofesian. Kalau seandainya mereka bertanya ke aku tentang hal-hal apa yang aku lihat dari pria untuk menjadi pendampingku, aku akan menjawabnya sedikit berbeda dengan jawaban mereka. Hal utama yang paling prinsip pastilah harus se-agama, dan kalian sendiri sudah paham kenapa itu penting sekali. Hal lainnya adalah, karakter dan kepribadian yang kuat tersebut. Personally, aku butuh cowok yang mempunyai sifat pemimpin yang tegas dan 'good decision maker', secara aku itu orangnya plin-plan dalam mengambil keputusan. Cowok yang berani mengambil sikap, secara aku itu orangnya penakut. Basically, I need a man who knows what to do in difficult times and stands up on what he believes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Aku juga tidak bilang bahwa status dan pekerjaan tidaklah penting. Bagiku itu penting tapi bukanlah yang utama. Itu juga bukan berarti bahwa aku terlalu gampang menerima segala macam profesi orang. Jika memang pekerjaan yang dia jalanin dan jabatan yang dia pegang masih tergolong biasa untuk sekarang, tapi kalau dia mempunyai leadership character yang kuat seperti yang aku utarain sebelumnya, tidak masalah buat aku karena aku yakin dia pasti akan menjadi orang besar juga nantinya. Mana ada sekarang hidup mau langsung enak, lebih enak kalau kita bersama menjalaninya dari susah dan dari bawah. Jadinya seperti ada, “lesson to learn”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SaVe_tgHKOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eB_2F_ZJeKA/s1600-h/wilder+perfectman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SaVe_tgHKOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eB_2F_ZJeKA/s200/wilder+perfectman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306752184565049570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Kenapa karakter seperti itu penting buat aku? Karena aku cuman perempuan biasa yang butuh juga untuk diayomin, dilindungi dan dituntun oleh seorang pria. Selain itu, aku mempunyai tanggung jawab untuk menyokong hidup banyak orang, maka aku butuh orang yang optimis dan berpandangan possitif sehingga bisa memberi aku motivasi continuosly (that I'm capable of everything). Dengan status keluarga dan tanggung jawab yang besar, pressure sudahlah ada dari orang-orang luar, justru karena situasi seperti ini aku butuh cowok yang gentleman buat protect aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMIRNA%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C06%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;link rel="Edit-Time-Data" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMIRNA%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C06%5Cclip_editdata.mso"&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; &lt;style&gt; v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} &lt;/style&gt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Aku percaya bahwa Allah sudah menentukan jodoh aku jauh sebelum aku lahir. Pada dasarnya, manusia seperti kita bolehlah berkehendak, but at the end, Allah yang membuat keputusan. Jika perasaan sayang dan cinta bisa manusia ciptakan sendiri, maka aku akan penuhi expectation mereka. Aku akan membuat hatiku sendiri mempunyai perasaan sayang dan cinta kepada cowok yang berprofesi dokter dan yang punya perusahaan A, atau dari kalangan dan keluarga tertentu. Tapi inilah hidup, kadang-kadang tidak berjalan yang seperti kita inginkan. Kadang-kadang aku miris juga, dengan apa yang aku punya sekarang, justru membuat aku susah bahagia karena terlalu tingginya harapan dari orang-orang tentang standard dari pria yang pantas buat aku. Tapi, sudah aku anggap santai semua komentar-komentar itu hahaha. Yang penting, aku siap menerima apa yang Allah berikan dan takdirkan untuk aku. Aku pasrah dan berdoa untuk meminta yang terbaik. Karena cuman Allah yang tahu sebenarnya apa yang terbaik untuk hambanya sekarang dan yang akan datang. Takdir di masa depan adalah sesuatu yang tidak diketahui manusia seperti kita. Apa yang baik sekarang belum tentu baik untuk masa depan. Dan seharusnya mereka sadar akan hal itu. Sekarang, apa mereka bisa menjamin aku bisa bahagia secara batin jika menikah dengan milyuner atau dokter?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;Have I found the man? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;hahaha....ini menjadi pertanyaan banyak orang&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Well,, it's a secret that need yet to be revealed&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Biarin mereka mereka-reka&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Bikin mereka penasaran juga..Dijawab pun&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;kayaknya mereka tidak percaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“Mirna mau cari cowok yang kayak gimana sih?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;dan aku pun berkata,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IN"&gt;“ Apa yang Allah berikan pada aku, aku terima. Karena insya allah, itulah yang terbaik”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689473787995560842-2125129690479975865?l=bulanbulat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/feeds/2125129690479975865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=689473787995560842&amp;postID=2125129690479975865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/2125129690479975865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/2125129690479975865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/2009/02/cowok-untuk-mirna.html' title='Cowok untuk Mirna'/><author><name>Mirna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16104747464285304402</uri><email>mirnawulandari@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13936947150713565117'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SaVe_tgHKOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/eB_2F_ZJeKA/s72-c/wilder+perfectman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689473787995560842.post-1250995901165195324</id><published>2008-07-24T19:44:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:48:52.926+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>All of You and I are the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SaS_bv3sS0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/NbuBeIjSI2s/s1600-h/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SaS_bv3sS0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/NbuBeIjSI2s/s200/sisters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306576744376716098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" lang="id-ID"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Many people walked in and out of my life, but you girls left footprints in my heart. Life handed me the bad and good things, one of the greatest gifts I received was the love from all of you. "Thank you" were always meant to say, but it never feels enough. I am the person who can't get along easily with someone, yet somehow you could find the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with just couple of us. Then I was close with one of you, then you brought them, other friends. Finally, there we were - five of us. The bond was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I am so blessed. You make my time here so much worthy. God had been so good to me by bringing all of you into my life. I know, there has been so many ups and downs, yet we manage to give each of our shoulder's to cry on, to give our hands to reach out, to lend our ears to hear. I would never found any friendship like this for the rest of my life. We do not hide from who we are. Either being an evil nor an angel, we are honest about ourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful thing in this friendship is, we still love each other even with our imperfectness. Sometimes, it is easier to love someone because their perfectness rather than their imperfectness. I had someone telling me, "A friend is someone who thinks you're a good egg even though you're slightly cracked". &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: webdings; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" lang="id-ID"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo,Violet are the colors of the rainbow. Each of them has unique stand out shinning color. It truly reflects the differences on us.We are just bunch of girls having different personalities, different religion, and different race. But then, we are beautifully melting, so sometimes I don't feel that the differences still exist. Just like a rainbow. You see the differences are still there, but somehow when others people look at it, they will think that the friendship we have treasured are beautiful to see. Just like people feel the beauty of the rainbow when they see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SaS_b8X2d3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/zkjhF1aCnDE/s1600-h/Picture-mirna+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SaS_b8X2d3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/zkjhF1aCnDE/s200/Picture-mirna+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306576747732825970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: webdings; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" lang="id-ID"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Do you know why I keep you inside my circle of life? Why I feel so much warmth and comfort around you? because somehow, you make me as a better person in so many ways. Not living in Melbourne means I will not be saying goodbye to you all because this is not the end of our friendship. Our story has just got started. In future, let this our story pass onto our children - just let them know something that we are already proud of. Actually, I have lots of many things to say, but I can't describe it into good words. I just wanna let you know, I love you more than even words I say. Although, we are kept at distance - there is not single thing that gonna change what we have. You know why? Cos I keep all of you at the bottom of my heart, it's not gonna easily tear it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: webdings; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" lang="id-ID"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: webdings; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" lang="id-ID"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689473787995560842-1250995901165195324?l=bulanbulat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/feeds/1250995901165195324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=689473787995560842&amp;postID=1250995901165195324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/1250995901165195324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/1250995901165195324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-of-you-and-i-are-rainbow.html' title='All of You and I are the rainbow'/><author><name>Mirna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16104747464285304402</uri><email>mirnawulandari@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13936947150713565117'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SaS_bv3sS0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/NbuBeIjSI2s/s72-c/sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689473787995560842.post-395978984106795442</id><published>2008-07-04T13:13:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:57:23.734+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Damn! why I never sense the vibe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-02125063930472284 visible" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/3CpqfPiSij"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-02125063930472284 visible" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/3CpqfPiSij"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/3CpqfPiSij"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3CpqfPiSij" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/dzakeeh/music/5ih8NTeT/jason_mraz_im_yours/"&gt;Im Yours - Jason Mraz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SG2nyL6NORI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fNUoBoeMnFI/s1600-h/ngopi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SG2nyL6NORI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fNUoBoeMnFI/s320/ngopi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219012023824496914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Couple of days ago, I had afternoon coffee with Gerald and Nanthinee - my closest friends on campus. We sat down and had chat for almost three hours. Mainly, we talked about relationships. Out of nowhere, I told them that K called me last week and talked to me almost an hour. K is our friend on campus but we are not really close to him. He asked me to have lunch with him, as a return because I helped him throughout the semester. Without hesitation, I agreed to it and said to him and I would bring Gerald and Nanthinee to join with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not thought it would matter that much until Gerald brought this issue to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't u just reject the offer, and saying that he does not owe you anything", said Gerald&lt;br /&gt;"Why would I do that? I'm just being friendly", I response&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah well, I'm afraid he misunderstood you. Cmon, he talked to you almost an hour. Don't you think it's weird", said Gerald&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be to alarmed. He knows I'm in relationship. So I guess, that misunderstanding you're talking about is not true", I argued&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of conversation, you actually had with him over the phone?", he asked&lt;br /&gt;"Just simple conversation like you guys and I always have", I answered&lt;br /&gt;"Did you talk alot about your boyfriend?", he interrogate me&lt;br /&gt;"No.. cos he did not ask"&lt;br /&gt;"That's the point! you don't have picture of your bf and u on facebook, you dont talk alot about your bf. He might think that you lied that you're in relationship or he suspect that you are not serious." He explains....&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God, I'm just being friendly. That's it! Like I'm being friendly to you guys"&lt;br /&gt;"I know you're  friendly, but do not be too friendly. It's not good Mirna. We are closer to you and we know you, that's why we never misunderstood you. but he is not close to you so, perhaps there's slightly chance that he get your response the wrong way", said Gerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanthinee added, "Yeah I guess, you need to step back little bit. Hey you know, I helped him too but he does not ask me!!"&lt;br /&gt;Gerald, "See! that's what I'm talking about. Just limit your phone conversation next time he calls you. Well hopefully, I'm wrong. But I suspect he might have feeling for you or even worse, he just want to get you in bed!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! don't scare me by saying that", I said&lt;br /&gt;"I dont scare you, just alarm you. Hey, remember when you had the psycho guy chasing after you, you couldn't stop him until you stop being friendly to him", Gerald said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SG2pkauQHBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/R73xfhWQ7qI/s1600-h/hide+the+roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SG2pkauQHBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/R73xfhWQ7qI/s200/hide+the+roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219013986305973266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why I would never be able to sense the vibe when guys has crush on me. It happen quite often since junior high. I never realized it until my friends told me that. My friends were the ones who can feel the vibe if there was guy liking me. Because of "this lack of talent", I had been snapped with one of my friends in high school. He said to me in front of my class mates, "Hey Mirna, I like you alot" and I was laughing and laughing....while everyone was quite and staring at me furiously.  I said to him, "Well thanks, that's quite funny". "Hey, be serious!! Don't take this as a joke cos I'm deadly serious saying this to you!" he angered. I was stoned for a while. I thought he was joking cos most of time, he always made a joke and I did not feel that he liked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was in relationship with my bf, I did not sense the vibe too!! until my bestfriend, Rina told me.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me on the day after I had him coming over to my house, "So how was it?".&lt;br /&gt;"It was nice and we talked alot, he went home quite late at 11", I answered&lt;br /&gt;"huh? what time he came to your house?", she asked&lt;br /&gt;"Around 7, I guess. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"I think he likes you, he enjoys talking to you" she said&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no no no.....he did that because I'm his bestfriend's sister"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah..don't be stupid! you will soon find out that he likes you. Trust me", She replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was right.&lt;br /&gt;Gee,are Gerald and Nathinee right that I need to get more lessons on "how to sense the vibe"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/689473787995560842-395978984106795442?l=bulanbulat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/feeds/395978984106795442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=689473787995560842&amp;postID=395978984106795442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/395978984106795442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/395978984106795442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/2008/07/damn-why-i-never-sense-vibe.html' title='Damn! why I never sense the vibe'/><author><name>Mirna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16104747464285304402</uri><email>mirnawulandari@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13936947150713565117'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SG2nyL6NORI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fNUoBoeMnFI/s72-c/ngopi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689473787995560842.post-3776014663190582495</id><published>2008-07-03T22:02:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:04:46.466+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Fool in love or Fall in Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0928114624300461 visible" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/uHoAivYbEI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0928114624300461 visible" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/uHoAivYbEI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0928114624300461 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/uHoAivYbEI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0928114624300461 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/uHoAivYbEI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0928114624300461 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/uHoAivYbEI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/uHoAivYbEI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/uHoAivYbEI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/backyy/music/yeYEeUnl/usher_moving_mountains/"&gt;moving mountains - usher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;I guess no one would never understand it. We say it almost quite often, yet it is still undefined. It makes a mess with our life and complicates everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SGzfsGorikI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aEMHGFCpYzM/s1600-h/1-1440264-4430-t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SGzfsGorikI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aEMHGFCpYzM/s320/1-1440264-4430-t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218792017004038722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it true that this heart has its own mind? if so, is this a reason why someone doesn't think logically ? Perhaps, before love knocking on our doors, we know what it's right and wrong. Suddenly when it comes and visits us, we really can't see the fine line between right and wrong. Even thou, we know what's right and wrong, sometimes we refuse to do something if our hearts do not go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, one of my friends has an affair with a married guy. Even worse, she slept with him - more than once. So I guess, most of us will say that what she did was wrong. She knows that it was something wrong to do, but her feeling won't let her get out from this situation since she likes this guy so much. Is this fool in love? or fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame her for the feeling she has to the married guy, cos everyone has right to fall in love with every kind of human. But, I blame her for her inappropriate and intolerable behavior - she's too way out of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SGzf5JKDOaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/G39-rCaIM6E/s1600-h/2008_04_15_weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SGzf5JKDOaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/G39-rCaIM6E/s320/2008_04_15_weird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218792241019173282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years back, I had feeling to one guy for seven years. Most of the time in our relationship, he ignored me, as I was nothing to him. But still I was so foolishly fall in love him, and believing that he would change someday. That day would never happened. All my friends told me that I was such a fool. That time, I knew I was fool but still can't get away from him. My heart ruled everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it right? we become foolish person when we fall in love? Love makes us strong, yet others love could weakens us. So, Are we in the fool or love path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/689473787995560842-3776014663190582495?l=bulanbulat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/feeds/3776014663190582495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=689473787995560842&amp;postID=3776014663190582495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/3776014663190582495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/3776014663190582495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/2008/07/fool-in-love-or-fall-in-love.html' title='Fool in love or Fall in Love?'/><author><name>Mirna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16104747464285304402</uri><email>mirnawulandari@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13936947150713565117'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SGzfsGorikI/AAAAAAAAAE0/aEMHGFCpYzM/s72-c/1-1440264-4430-t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689473787995560842.post-5171384132203793130</id><published>2008-05-10T02:12:00.021+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:58:33.822+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Empathy'/><title type='text'>A women with hundred children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! 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important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-031852101589452 visible" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/JIm7u2ZT76"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-031852101589452 visible" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/JIm7u2ZT76"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/JIm7u2ZT76"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/JIm7u2ZT76" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuberi tahu kamu tentang impianku&lt;br /&gt;Impian yang mungkin membuat kamu tertawa&lt;br /&gt;Akan kubangun sebuah negeri seindah dongeng&lt;br /&gt;Dan hanya keperuntukkan bagi putra-putri teristimewa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's what I want to be...&lt;br /&gt;A woman with hundreds children&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku tidak ingin menjadi mereka yang diatas sana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mereka yang sibuk mempertebal dinding&lt;br /&gt;dan berceloteh apa aja yang sudah menjadi miliknya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mereka cuman sekumpulan manusia yang tidak berguna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, aku mengatakan pada salah seorang temanku -"Aku ingin membantu anak-anak yatim, tapi entah mulai darimana?" Tanpa disangka, dia pun bercerita bahwa dia pernah membantu anak-anak di bawah jembatan kereta cuman kekurangan koordinasi. Singkatnya kita benar-benar begitu semangat terlibat pembicaraan ini dengan segala planning yang ada.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Beberapa bulan yang lalu, aku sempat datangin empat yayasan yatim piatu di Probolinggo, sekedar untuk membagikan bingkisan kecil. Bingkisan kecil ini isinya cukup sederhana saja; Oreo, Biskuat, Pepsodent, Sikat gigi, Shampo dan Sabun. Tidak menyangka reaksi mereka cukup mengembirakan, ada yang terlihat masih kecil sibuk memilih warna sikat gigi - "mau kuning atau biru ya?" menanyakan ke salah satu teman perempuannya yang sedikit lebih bongsor dari dia. Momen itu untuk sementara seakan membuat waktu itu berhenti. Entah kenapa dada ini rasanya sesak, sesak untuk menahan tangis. Susah untuk dijelaskan perasaan waktu itu, mungkin perasaan yang bisa aku ungkapin dengan cara paling sederhana-pun adalah "I love these children". Dan Keinginan untuk berbagi pun semakin kuat.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SCSMoXAooiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MmZzPwG_lQE/s1600-h/mychildren1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SCSMoXAooiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MmZzPwG_lQE/s320/mychildren1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198434494891729442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Seandainya kamu bisa melihat langsung, anak-anak ini benar-benar mensyukuri apa yang mereka punya. Ketiadaan orang tua membuat mereka seakan-akan mengisi satu sama lain. Banyak dari mereka yang tidak merasakan kehadiran figur seorang ayah atau ibu. Seandainya aku adalah mereka, aku tidak akan mungkin sekuat mereka untuk hidup di dunia ini. Tidak ada orang yang bisa menceritakan betapa lucu nya mereka ketika masih lahir atau bagaimana nakalnya mereka ketika mulai bisa berjalan. Bersyukur, aku masih punya ayah dan ibu untuk menceritakan itu semua. Tapi bagi mereka seakan akan mereka tiba-tiba berada di asrama tanpa ada sejarah apapun.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;" align="justify"&gt;Perasaan yang samapun ada ketika melihat anak-anak mengemis dan mengamen di traffic light. Selalu aku beri sedekah yang berlebih, Rp. 1000 -1,500. Mungkin kebanyakan orang-orang cuman memberi koin - mungkin karena menurut kemampuan aja. Tapi setidaknya buat orang yang agak berlebih, tidak pantas memberi Rp. 100,-buat mereka. Mau makan  apa dengan segitu, walaupun mereka banyak mengumpulkan uang koin hasil dari mengemis atau mengamen. Tapi jika dilihat dari bagaimana mereka mendapatkan semua itu - panas-panas, tidak beralas kaki - alangkah lebih baik memberi sesuatu yang lebih.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SCSNGXAoojI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ikzgk0UpVLM/s1600-h/mychild1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SCSNGXAoojI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ikzgk0UpVLM/s320/mychild1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198435010287804978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;" align="justify"&gt;Jika memang dalam masa depan, impianku ini terwujud maka benar yang dulu papa bilang. Papa pernah bilang, "Suatu saat nanti kamu akan menjadi orang yang punya kepekaan sosial yang tinggi. Dan bukan tidak mungkin, akan banyak orang bawah yang akan kamu rangkul". Maybe I do not have much money to accommodate all of them, but I know I have a big heart and that is a good start&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SCSNuHAookI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DKEhrNSFYzI/s1600-h/art-big-25134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SCSNuHAookI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DKEhrNSFYzI/s320/art-big-25134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198435693187605058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Ini seperti cita-cita untukku dan berharap sekali untuk mewujudkannya. Karena hal yang seperti ini yang bisa memberi rasa bahagia untuk aku dan bernilai tinggi sebagai manusia. Rasanya apa yang aku punya sekarang, ga ada gunanya kalau tidak dibuat untuk membantu orang lain. Sedari kecil, aku selalu mengeluh kenapa harus dilahirkan dari keluarga mampu &lt;a href="http://ini-mirna.blogs.friendster.com/ini_mirnas_blog/2007/08/_dont_call_me_a.html"&gt;(view this post)&lt;/a&gt;. And my brother always tells me, “You have to be proud of who you are and what you have. Everything happens for a reason. Maybe you have what you have now because God knows what you are capable of and how your heart is. Rich is good. Rich and Giving is blessing”. Sekarang, aku mengerti apa maksudnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang kaya tidak ada artinya jika dia cuman sekedar kaya. Keluarga aku memang keluarga mampu, tapi kami bukan keluarga penikmat. Yang maksudnya, apa yang kita dapat tidak kita makan sendiri. Aku ingin suatu saat nanti, aku bisa diberikan rejeki yang banyak dan halal sehingga bisa memberikan lebih banyak dari apa yang sekarang orang tuaku berikan ke mereka. I should love them like my own brothers, sisters and my own children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SCSNunAoolI/AAAAAAAAAEk/j7kXSMZvdlc/s1600-h/my+people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SCSNunAoolI/AAAAAAAAAEk/j7kXSMZvdlc/s320/my+people.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198435701777539666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ps: Ren, lets make it come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689473787995560842-5171384132203793130?l=bulanbulat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/feeds/5171384132203793130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=689473787995560842&amp;postID=5171384132203793130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/5171384132203793130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/5171384132203793130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/2008/05/women-with-hundred-children.html' title='A women with hundred children'/><author><name>Mirna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16104747464285304402</uri><email>mirnawulandari@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13936947150713565117'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SCSMoXAooiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MmZzPwG_lQE/s72-c/mychildren1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689473787995560842.post-3822085982810190317</id><published>2008-05-02T18:26:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:04:20.474+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>So long, my friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07311000308260458 visible" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/Rwus06n6TH"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07311000308260458 visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/Rwus06n6TH"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Rwus06n6TH"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Rwus06n6TH" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything such 'forever friend'?&lt;br /&gt;Here, in Melbourne, seems hard to find....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temen smua pada komentar kenapa aku ga tinggal disini lebih lama. Aku sebenernya pengen tanya "buat apa?". Toh, aku ga punya life disini..kecuali sosialisasi dengan teman-teman di kampus dan jadinya aku lebih dekat dengan mereka smua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entahlah.. kayaknya aku udah jauh dari temen-temenku yang dulu dan mereka juga jauh dari satu sama laen. Jarang kontak emang..walaupun telpon rasanya uda ga nyambung lagi. Aku emang sibuk ma kuliah dan mereka terutama sibuk kerja dan ada yang ngurusin keluarganya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu maren, sempet ada yang aku ajak ke library. tapi dia ternyata ga bisa karena butuh ngerjain tugas nya druma tapi dia bakal ngabarin lagi ( dan waktu itu aku yakin kalo dia pasti juga ga bisa). at start, it's fine by me. Tapi yang buat aku sedikit bete setelah dia ninggalin pesan offline di messanger bilang kalo dia bener2 ga bisa dengan alasan yang berbeda. It's just like......!@#$%^&amp;amp;* I dunno.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a week after that...&lt;br /&gt;she was calling me and I did not pick it up&lt;br /&gt;She was texting me and I did not reply her back&lt;br /&gt;Just not in the mood of talking to anyone at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;I was stuffed up with dozen of assignments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SBr6lppPW4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Y8UJ5vbp_u8/s1600-h/singlefriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SBr6lppPW4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Y8UJ5vbp_u8/s320/singlefriends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195740644866218882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo dulu aku berusaha mempertahankan semuanya supaya mereka tetep ada didalam lingkaran hidup aku. tapi sekarang, aku merasa malas untuk ngelakuin itu smua.. Just go with the flow.. I'm not gonna do anything more than this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua ini buat aku yakin kalo, it's better to coming home&lt;br /&gt;karena disini, aku tidak mempunyai apa yang disebut keluarga&lt;br /&gt;All of them have loved ones here, either boyfriends, husband which they can share everything expecially time..&lt;br /&gt;tapi untungnya, I still have 2 crazy housemates and 3 great friends on campus....&lt;br /&gt;yang sedikit buat aku betah disini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pulang ke Indonesia tgl 20-an July. Aku masi punya waktu kosong selama 1.5 bulan untuk nikmatin waktu2 terakhir di melbourne. Bersama teman-temanku yg di kampus, kita uda mulai planning mau ngapain aja.. Sekarang yang aku rasain, jika aku meninggalkan Melbourne.. mereka lah yang aku kangenin. Rasanya bakal kangen gimana stress nya kita ngerjain group project, kangen belajar bareng, kangen gosipin orang2 di kampus, kangen lunch bareng....I think I'll be missing those moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu bahwa seharusnya aku ga terlalu cepat untuk mempunyai feeling "so long my friend"..but I just cant help it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689473787995560842-3822085982810190317?l=bulanbulat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/feeds/3822085982810190317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=689473787995560842&amp;postID=3822085982810190317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/3822085982810190317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/3822085982810190317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-long-my-friends.html' title='So long, my friends...'/><author><name>Mirna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16104747464285304402</uri><email>mirnawulandari@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13936947150713565117'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/SBr6lppPW4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Y8UJ5vbp_u8/s72-c/singlefriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689473787995560842.post-2304919418871031465</id><published>2007-09-05T22:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:04:55.951+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 14px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/bdZnBQxt9A/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/bdZnBQxt9A/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/bdZnBQxt9A/aus=false/" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;embed wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/bdZnBQxt9A/aus=false/" width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/Rt6l4CRAgXI/AAAAAAAAACA/2jKC-csHBvo/s1600-h/sorry_sped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/Rt6l4CRAgXI/AAAAAAAAACA/2jKC-csHBvo/s320/sorry_sped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106701409584185714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might never have a relationship with you, but you started a memorable story in my life.&lt;br /&gt;You might not never realize that u were the first person who showed what love was&lt;br /&gt;Lets freeze the time for a while, have your mind set back in fifteen years ago&lt;br /&gt;Those letters that you gave to me, I'm really sorry that I never replied them&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't have the bravery to write the answer for you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even have guts to admit what I felt, I kept denying to my childhood friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me, I still remember what the letters said&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the moment when I caught you looking at me&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you, It was a breathless moment&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanna speak to you closer, Cos I was afraid that u would hear my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not telling you this fifteen years back&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for hurting you, I'm sorry for changing the plot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, finally you found me again. It has been years after we lost in contact.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say thank you to you...&lt;br /&gt;whether that post in your blog was made for me or not, it was very touching&lt;br /&gt;I'm really proud to know that you have became much better as a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here today at this moment in time....I wanna say to you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd been praying to have the best man for my life , now I have him already&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can do is to pray for your happiness in this life,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping God will bring a someone that create the best things to your life&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, If you feel lonely sometimes....let me know&lt;br /&gt;I, once used to be the lost friend will become the best-friend you can depend on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/689473787995560842-2304919418871031465?l=bulanbulat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/feeds/2304919418871031465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=689473787995560842&amp;postID=2304919418871031465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/2304919418871031465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/2304919418871031465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Mirna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16104747464285304402</uri><email>mirnawulandari@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13936947150713565117'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/Rt6l4CRAgXI/AAAAAAAAACA/2jKC-csHBvo/s72-c/sorry_sped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-689473787995560842.post-842746112751591295</id><published>2007-09-05T17:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:59:02.008+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Blast from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/-uMrRZL53R/aus=false/" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://media.imeem.com/m/-uMrRZL53R/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;embed wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-uMrRZL53R/aus=false/" width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick - really really sick. Sudah seminggu badan ini rasanya ga fit. Ini gara-gara virus yang disebarkan ama si &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/6432789"&gt;Rita!!!&lt;/a&gt;. Dan badan ini kayaknya butuh istirahat soalnya selalu aku pake lembur buat ngerjain tugas-tugas kuliah. Awal mulanya panas dalam, terus batuk2 abis itu suaraku hilang!! Oh my God! padahal aku ada presentasi 4 minggu berturut turut dan bukan hanya itu, namanya pilek dan demam dateng pergi se-enaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo sakit kayak gini yang paling khawatir itu papa en &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/imendryputra"&gt;cowokku&lt;/a&gt;. Kenapa mama engga ya? kalo aku sakit - yang sering hubungin itu papa dan cowokku. Pertanyaan yg dilontarkan pun sama; "udah makan?", "udah minum obat?", "udah mendingan?", "ga usah kuliah, istirahat aja dirumah". Pagi2 tadi aja, cowok gw udah sms. Padahal kalo aku nya lagi sehat gitu, dia baru nyari aku malem hari. Cuman itu aja enaknya kalo sakit. Oh iya, &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/6164194"&gt;Si dephee&lt;/a&gt; baek banget beliin obat dan &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/6111663"&gt;Yuli&lt;/a&gt; yang nawarin untuk nganterin makanan ke rumah. Thanks a million girls! aku berasa udah hidup di panti jompo 0_0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/Rt5gpiRAgWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4ggAJtYB6Ug/s1600-h/sick-in-bed.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Lt1Wg9q_08/Rt5gpiRAgWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4ggAJtYB6Ug/s320/sick-in-bed.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106625294173765986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi malem parah abis, aku ga bisa tidur sama sekali. Mata ini udah ngantuk mulai jam 11, tapi batukknya ga bisa berhenti sedikitpun - semenit pun engga. Jadinya dada nya berasa sakit banget mungkin karena terlalu banyak batuk kali ya. Sekitar jam 1 am, hpku berbunyi. "one message received". Aku sih berpikir kalo itu pasti cowokku. Ternyata bukan. Sms dari orang laen. Nih anak selalu ga terduga kedatangannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sender: ArdhaJelek&lt;br /&gt;Received 00.34.53 - 050907&lt;br /&gt;Message: Pa kabar ndut? aku udah pulang latian raider ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya aku bales,&lt;br /&gt;Sender: Mirna&lt;br /&gt;Message: Ndat ndut!! Kmu ga salah kirim sms ta? kmu kayak hilang ditelan bumi. Eh ternyata alhamdulilah masi hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bip..bip (Hp ku bunyi lagi)&lt;br /&gt;Sender: ArdhaJelek&lt;br /&gt;Message: Ya iyalah hilang lah wong latian mbakyu cari duit - looking for money. Kalo ga makan opo? ga pulang? kpn selse kuliahnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku bales,&lt;br /&gt;Sender: Mirna&lt;br /&gt;Message: Halah, kamu makan yo yang biayai negara. kecuali ngidupin anak istri. Insya allah aku pulang november, kalo lancar kuliah baru selse juni taon depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu dia ga bales lagi. Aku jadi inget, beberapa hari lalu aku sempet mimpiin dia dan kembarannya, ardhi. Eh ternyata, tadi malem tuh anak sms. Aku dan Ardha dulu punya cerita, 7 tahun lalu. Dia seseorang dari masa lampau. Akhirnya aku iseng buka frezter, ada message dari temen lama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Merisya&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re.....&lt;br /&gt;Date: Tuesday, 4 September, 2007 10:54 PM&lt;br /&gt;Message: ........., eh mir, tau ga...selama aku di malang ini aku jd sering keluar ama mas nya sonda....hahahhaha....tp tenang dulu jgn bergosip coz aku ga ada apa2 ama tuh playboy....cuma tukang anter aku pengen kemana aja...hehehe gak sopan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mi God! Sondaa...??? Heraldo Taba Sonda??? He was my first boyfriend and ardha was the second. I'm wondering where he is now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu ada kejadian lucu. Ardha ma Sonda ga kenal satu sama laen. Ardha orang surabaya dan Sonda dari probolinggo. Mereka ga sengaja ketemu di AD. Sama-sama taruna. Ada yang bilang ke Ardha kalo Sonda dari probolinggo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iseng2 aja si Ardha nyamperin, "dari probolinggo ya?"&lt;br /&gt;Sonda bilang, "Iya bener"&lt;br /&gt;Ardha -- "Kenal ama yang namanya Mirna?"&lt;br /&gt;Sonda -- "Iya kenal, itu mantanku, anaknya nawawi kan?"&lt;br /&gt;Ardha rada kaget, "mantan?" masak kebetulan banget sih,, akhirnya ardha ngeluarin fotoku dari dalem dompetnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ardha -- "Apa bener mirna yang ini?" sambil nunjukin fotoku&lt;br /&gt;Sonda -- "Loh iya yang ini, Mirna. mantanku waktu smp"&lt;br /&gt;Ardha -- "Laaaaaahhhh,......ini mantanku juga waktu sma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya ketauan dan critanya sampe satu asrama&lt;br /&gt;Cerita itu udah 5 taun yang lalu..&lt;br /&gt;Yah ga tau kenapa tiba2 pengen dicurhatin ke buku harian... dari pada di tempat tidur mulu ngerasain sakit nya badan ini.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689473787995560842-842746112751591295?l=bulanbulat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/feeds/842746112751591295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=689473787995560842&amp;postID=842746112751591295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/842746112751591295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/842746112751591295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/2007/09/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the Past'/><author><name>Mirna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16104747464285304402</uri><email>mirnawulandari@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty 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src="http://media.imeem.com/m/DQeADRTFFc/aus=false/" width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Illahi....&lt;br /&gt;Untuk yang sekian kali, aku bersimpuh dalam sujudku&lt;br /&gt;Memohon maaf atas segala ke-khilafan-ku&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa dan raga ini telah berlumuran dosa&lt;br /&gt;HambaMu ini selalu berpaling padaMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Illahi...&lt;br /&gt;Jangan jauhkan diriku dari Engkau&lt;br /&gt;Aku mendekat meminta belas Kasih-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Jangan biarkan aku hidup tanpa ridho-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Aku memang tak berhak atas surga-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tak sanggup pula dengan Neraka-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan aku Ya Illahi...&lt;br /&gt;Atas ucapan mulut ini dan kata-kata yang terlontar&lt;br /&gt;Kepada kedua orang tua-ku, terutama Ibuku&lt;br /&gt;Atas luka yang aku gores di dalam hati nya&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa aku begitu durhaka tanpa mengingat&lt;br /&gt;Perjuangan hidup matinya melahirkan diriku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan aku Ya Illahi...&lt;br /&gt;Karena aku tidak membukakan genggaman tanganku&lt;br /&gt;Untuk saudara saudara muslimku, kaum dhuafa fakir miskin&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa aku begitu lupa untuk memberi mereka nasi&lt;br /&gt;Seharusnya aku memberikan mereka hidup yang layak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan aku Ya Illahi...&lt;br /&gt;Karena aku tidak meng-ulurkan tangan ini&lt;br /&gt;Untuk putra-putra ku yang sholeh&lt;br /&gt;Untuk putri-putri ku yang sholehah&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa aku begitu tega tidak memberi kasih sayang&lt;br /&gt;kepada anak-anak muslimku yatim piatu itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan aku Ya Illahi...&lt;br /&gt;Ketika mulut ini melaknat hamba-Mu yang lain&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya aku sadar, aku manusia rendah&lt;br /&gt;yang tidak berhak melaknat, cuman Engkau&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan aku Ya Illahi...&lt;br /&gt;Ketika mulut ini tergerak untuk mempergunjingkan orang&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya aku sadar, aku pun tidak lebih baik dari mereka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih banyak dosa-dosa ku lain yang telah kuperbuat&lt;br /&gt;Aku yakin malaikat atid akan memberi tahu kepadaMu&lt;br /&gt;Masih sudikah Engkau menerima taubatku kembali&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum aku berpulang ke dunia barzah&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum terompet sangkakala ditiupkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Illahi...&lt;br /&gt;Hapuskanlah dosa-dosa kedua orang tuaku&lt;br /&gt;Karena mereka telah bersusah payah membesarkanku&lt;br /&gt;Ya Illahi....&lt;br /&gt;Limpahkan rezeki yang halal kepada diriku&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga aku bisa membantu saudara-saudara muslim&lt;br /&gt;Ya Illahi...&lt;br /&gt;Berikanlah perlindungan dan keselamatan&lt;br /&gt;Dunia beserta akhirat untuk keluarga dan saudaraku&lt;br /&gt;Ya Illahi...&lt;br /&gt;Berilah aku kesabaran seperti  nabi Muhammad saw&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga aku bisa menguasai diri ini lebih baik&lt;br /&gt;Ya Illahi...&lt;br /&gt;Ingatkanlah aku selalu akan kemungkinan mati besok&lt;br /&gt;Dengan itu, aku selalu mendirikan sholat lima waktuku&lt;br /&gt;Ya Illahi...&lt;br /&gt;Tutup lah telinga ini, ketika para syaiton itu berbisik padaku&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga aku tidak lalai melaksanakan kewajibanku&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai seorang muslimah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/689473787995560842-72949831935438466?l=bulanbulat.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bulanbulat.blogspot.com/feeds/72949831935438466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=689473787995560842&amp;postID=72949831935438466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/72949831935438466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/689473787995560842/posts/default/72949831935438466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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