<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237</id><updated>2012-02-15T11:19:05.817+07:00</updated><category term='self maters'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Balikpapan'/><category term='crap crap crap...'/><category term='sometimes I can&apos;t stop my fingers...'/><category term='dive'/><category term='pindahan'/><category term='family'/><category term='a lil report'/><category term='entrepreneurship'/><category term='tee4charity'/><category term='project'/><category term='stories'/><category term='pray'/><category term='politic'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='love'/><category term='questionnaire'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='work'/><category term='sumthing to share'/><category term='poems'/><category term='about a mom'/><title type='text'>D i D i !</title><subtitle type='html'>une mère d'un enfant, une enfant de la mer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-8983848001685903751</id><published>2012-02-12T12:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T12:30:28.646+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap crap crap...'/><title type='text'>Busy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Banyak banget deh kejadian di timeline gue hari Minggu ini. Ada yang lagi ikutan IYCS di Bandung, ada yang lagi pawai di Balikpapan, ada yang lagi upacara-upacaraan, ada yang lagi bikin kolaborasi buat ciptain lagu anak,&amp;nbsp; ada yang metong pulak... aih sibuk! Kalo tau ada kejadian macem-macem di berbagai tempat gitu kadang gue suka berkhayal jadi,&amp;nbsp; ehm.... sutradara! ....Aaaaand.... ACTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamera mulai ambil gambar bumi yang awalnya terlihat kecil, lalu mendekat...mendekat... dan mendekat. Bumi berputar hingga Indonesia tampak berhadapan dengan kamera dan zoom pun diteruskan hingga meyorot pulau Jawa, perbesar di bagian barat, dan tampaklah baso-baso yang tertancap di atap Gedung Sate, Bandung. Kamera menembus atap Gedung Sate dan terlihatlah kepala-kepala yang berjamaah menghadap ke para pembicara terpilih nan dahsyat yang memotivasi audience. Kamera melayang-layang di antara audience yang "freeze" menampakkan muka-muka peserta yang tercengang mendengarkan pembicara yang memotivasi....pembicara mengucapkan salam dan tiba-tiba tepukan tangan meriah terdengar dari seluruh penjuru ruangan. Inilah acara IYCS (Indonesia Young Change Makers Summit). Sebuah sumpah pemuda kedua sedang dibuat. Kamera menuju muka pembicara yang senyum puas, lalu kembali melayang-layang di antara audience dan menzoom ke salah satu tangan yang sedang bertepuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamera zoom out, terlihatlah seorang yang sedang bertepuk tangan di antara keramaian di pinggir Jalan Jenderal Sudirman Balikpapan. Di sebelahnya seorang bapak muda sedang menggendong anaknya yang antusias melambai-lambaikan tangannya ke rentetan mobil-mobil pawai. Ada pesawat sterofoam, kilang minyak sterofoam, ada vespa-vespa butut yang terlihat seperti tidak pernah dicuci semenjak dibeli berikut penunggangnya yang mungkin terakhir mandinya adalah smeinggu yang lalu. Meriah sekali! Ternyata kota minyak sedang merayakan ulang tahun yang ke 115. Hari lahirnya dihitung sejak pengeboran minyak pertama kali dilakukan di kota itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamera mendekat ke seorang karyawan bujang lapuk berusia 30an yang ikut melihat pawai. Ini hari Minggu, dan dia belum berkeluarga... kenapa tidak ikut melihat pawai?! Ternyata sang karyawan sedang tidak concern dengan pawai tapi memelototi blackberry-nya, ia membuka yahoo news yang memberitakan meningalnya Whitney Houston. Kamera zooming ke kepala karyawan lalu warna berubah menjadi hitam-putih, masuk lah scene memory karyawan saat menonton film The Body Guard bersama pacar SMA-nya dulu. Diam-diam dia menggandeng tangan sang pacar saat Whitney menyanyikan lagu "I Will Alway Love You" ... ah waktu cepat sekali berlalu rupanya, sang mantan pacar sudah beranak tiga! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene kembali ke saat ini. Kamera menyorot sebuah jam yang terpajang di toko jam di Jalan Jendral Sudirman Balikpapan, dan jam berputar mundur dari pukul 11 WITA menjadi pukul 8.00 WIB. Lalu semua putih. Kamera zoom out dan ternyata itu adalah warna putih dari corak baju seorang anak yang menjadi tamu live di TV One. Sedang apa pula anak-anak itu? Oh rupanya salah satu tamu dewasanya yang bernama Pungkas sedang menggagas ide untuk menciptakan lagu anak-anak, mengingat terlalu banyak anak-anak yang menyanyikan lagu dewasa... macam anak-anak karbit! Adalah penampilan beberapa lagu yang ditayangkan pula. Kamera blur... Lagu anak-anak yang tampil di TV One tadi berubah menjadi alunan sasando yang seadng dimainkan oleh pemudia Indonesia di Gedung Sate Bandung. Rupanya kembali ke IYCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene di ruangan salah satu gedung sate mengecil menjadi sebuah persegi panjang ukuran 4x6 dan bergeser ke pojok kiri layar, lalu muncul lah berbagai scene yang lain dengan ukuran yang sama: ada yang lagi bersiap diving di Alor, ada yang baru selesai mengajar pilates, ada yang lagi cari-cari koleksi CD karaoke Whitney Houston, ada yang lagi cuci mobil, ada yang lagi tidur-tiduran, ada yang lagi dandan buat ke mall, ada yang lagi nongkrong di WC... semua orang dalam scene tersebut sedang update status di twitter! Lalu persegi-persegi scenes tadi semakin banyak menjadi puluhan, kemudian ratusan, lalu ribuan, lalu menajdi titik-titik yang menjadi berubah menjadi gugusan kepulauan Indonesia. Kamera terus menjauh dan bumi kembali terlihat kecil setia berputar di porosnya. Lalu kamera bergeser membelakangi bumi dan bergerak kilat mendekati matahari... lalu terbakar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMAT!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kece nggak pelem gua??? Bhuahahahahahahahahhakkkk!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-8983848001685903751?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/8983848001685903751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=8983848001685903751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/8983848001685903751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/8983848001685903751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2012/02/busy-sunday.html' title='Busy Sunday'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-1720566815413071135</id><published>2012-02-07T07:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T07:30:36.169+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tee4charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionnaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><title type='text'>My New Project</title><content type='html'>Have I ever told about my new project that I name it Tee 4 Charity here? No? It was actually a project for my son's birthday this year. I plan&amp;nbsp; to celebrate his birthday at the orphanage, so he can learn that he's luckier then some other kids. And while we're going to teach our son about sharing, why not make other luckier kids to join. How? By selling them tees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first plan is to sell tees for kids which all the benefit will be used as a charity for the orphanage. I already ordered some hand printed tees, which I designed my self. But unfortunately I didn't get good enough quality so I keep all those tees instead of selling them. A little too bad because there were quite much parents who interested to buy those tees, they want to teach their kids about sharing as well, but I surely wont sell bad product. Well, I don't feel sorry because my purpose since in the beginning was for charity. If I can not sell them, I can just give them away to the needs. Many kids would be happy to receive a brand new tees disregarding its bad printing quality, some kids might never taste a new tees at all... what do we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is the story end? No!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Since this is a good will so why not make it as a business instead. That's what I'm trying to do right now. A tee that is still gonna be for charity, but this time is to help some unlucky kids to provide things they need to keep going to school by it's 60-70% profit. At first I thought I can just find some unlucky kids and pay their school fee every months until they'd finish. But this time there is a government's program called BOS (biaya operasinal sekolah), so kids don't pay their school fee anymore. But, BOS only responsible for just the fee while kids also need books, uniform, stationary, etc. This is where we can help, and we will help continuously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I sell any tee yet? NO, not yet. I'm still at the point in doing some research. And I need your help here, especially for parents, because I'm trying to sell tees for kids. Isn't it awesome, kids helping other kids?! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, parents out there, please help me by answering &lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/viewform?formkey=dHpBMFdzdjU4QkVLaExEUF9zakUyVHc6MQ"&gt;this questionnaire&lt;/a&gt;. It only 4 paged questionnaire with 3-6 questions each page. It wont take your time more then 7 minutes, might even be less then 5 minutes. And please help me to spread it. The more response, the more I know how many people that care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, here is &lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/viewform?formkey=dHpBMFdzdjU4QkVLaExEUF9zakUyVHc6MQ"&gt;the questionnaire&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-1720566815413071135?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/1720566815413071135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=1720566815413071135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1720566815413071135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1720566815413071135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-new-project.html' title='My New Project'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-2074560697303594146</id><published>2012-02-05T20:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T20:08:42.724+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Silence After The Brouhaha</title><content type='html'>I always hate that condition (silence after the brouhaha). It has been three weeks that I didn't spend my days normally at home. About three weeks ago I traveled to Bandung and Jakarta, accompanying husband for some meetings. Don't get wrong, I don't have any business with all those meetings but... well, why resist going to Bandung? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just two days after I arrived at Balikpapan, I had to catch a flight back to Jakarta for a training in Bandung. This time it's for my own business. It was my first flight together with my son without husband. It went well although I was soooo nervous at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The training was very good and useful. I've learned a lot. It was a five-days-training for entrepreneurship held by British Council. Since I was one of the E-idea finalists, I was then invited. BC hopes that all the finalists may act their ideas for real. I promised my self that those knowledge I had wouldn't be for nothing. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the next day after I get back home again, my in laws came visit us to Balikpapan for 6 days. Actually the first plan was they'd visit us a week before, but then suddenly there was the training invitation from BC so then we have to reschedule all the plan. My in laws have also helped me taking care of my son in Bandung during the training. So they were around my son for almost two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today my in laws have flew back to Jakarta again. We're gonna start our day like we used to before 3 weeks ago, starting tomorrow. It feels like silence after the brouhaha... I always hate it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is that I have a project to catch up, with so many to do lists. And I can start to do it tomorrow. Haven't I promised my self that I wont waste all those trainings I got? Yes I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hello Monday, cant wait to see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-2074560697303594146?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/2074560697303594146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=2074560697303594146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/2074560697303594146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/2074560697303594146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2012/02/silence-after-brouhaha.html' title='Silence After The Brouhaha'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-1886707162292129737</id><published>2012-01-12T16:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T16:41:05.930+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lil report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balikpapan'/><title type='text'>The New Balikpapaner part. 4</title><content type='html'>Kalau sebelumnya gue bilang pengaruh besar pendatang kota Balikpapan adalah karena minyak, jadi bisa dibilang kalau mayoritas orang-orang datang ke kota ini sebagai pekerja. Ini yang bikin mata gue agak gatel dari hari-hari pertama gue pindah ke sini. Gue yang sebelumnya tinggal di Bekasi lalu pindah ke Serpong yang jauh dari pantai (walaupun Jakarta dan Tangeang itu sangat dekat dengan laut), begitu gue liat banyakkk sekali pantai di sini tapi di sia-siakan rasanya gimanaaa gitu. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu nginap di hotel Le Grandeuruo betapa kecewanya gue kalau mereka menyia-nyiakan pantai mereka yang lumayan kece. Awalnya gue bertanya-tanya kenapa nggak ada orang yang berenang di laut, emang sih lautnya kotor, karena pasirnya itu lebih kaya lumpur kalau ketemu air, jadi lautnya keruh. Belum lagi posisi muara yang ternyata banyak sekali&amp;nbsp; bikin air lautnya jadi tambah kotor, apalagi kalau habis turun hujan besar, laut langsung berubah coklat besoknya. Tapi sebagai orang yang suka laut tapi selama ini hidup jauh dari pinggir laut, tetep jadi pertanyaan besar buat gue kenapa orang-orang di sini nggak ada yang kepikiran untuk membisniskan pantai atau laut mereka yaaak???? Buat lo yang pernah main ke Nusa Dua Bali pasti tau juga kalau pasirnya juga jenis pasir *$&amp;amp;#$ (gue nggak tau deh namanya jenis apa, lah pan gue bukan geologis yaaak!) yang jelas pasirnya yang bikin air laut berlumpur, laut jadi terkesan kotor. Tapi pantai mereka nggak disia-siakan sama sekali, banyak lah jasa water sport di sana: jet ski, banana boat, paralayang, halaaaah... macem-macem deeeh! Tapi kenapaaaaa nggak ada yang berbuat seperti itu di Balikpapan???? Kenapaaaaa?????? *gaya sinetron*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yzY9smtWdQ/Tw6p3ZcogZI/AAAAAAAABfU/cOD1Xks_9l8/s400/IMG02041-20111217-0624.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;laut di depan Le Grandeuruo saat cuaca biasa-biasa aja&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn35whRJoZ4/Tw6qDULyKQI/AAAAAAAABfc/8JN_V4lAf4U/s1600/IMG02046-20111220-0737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn35whRJoZ4/Tw6qDULyKQI/AAAAAAAABfc/8JN_V4lAf4U/s400/IMG02046-20111220-0737.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;laut di depan Le Grandeuruo setelah kemarennya hujan lebat sekali: coklat!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serius dah, kalau gue mejret duit gue buka bisnis pariwisata pantai deh! Aselik! Jangan salah, pantai disini lebih&amp;nbsp; bagus dari pantai Nusa Dua, pasirnya lebih putih. Macam-macam-macam (sampe 3 kali saking banyaknya) yang bisa dibisniskan hanya modal pantai kece doang, eh sama duit juga tentunya dong: segala water sport itu misalnya. Kalau pun takut nyemplung ke air, datangin kek binatang macam kuda atau onta gitu, jadiin objek wisata pantai! Nggak mau urus binatang? ATV pun asoy buat main-main di pantai!!! Oh I wish duit gue banyak, gue mau dah buka bisnis begituan.... pegimana, ada yang mau jadi investor??? Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu deh yang bikin mata gue gatel. Bahkan ada satu mall disini yang belakangnya langsung laut. Bisa lo bayangkan itu? Mall yang belakangnya laut? Tapi mereka nggak manfaatin lautnya buat bisnis, resto di atas kapal gitu misalkan? Isn't mall a place for people who wants to get refreshments and spend their money??? Nah, kalau di awal postingan tadi gue bilang mayoritas penghuni kota adalah pekerja, gue rasa itu yang membuat Balikpapan lupa kalau dia juga punya potensi jadi kota wisata. Yang banyak dibangun adalah hotel-hotel, walau pun gitu tetap demand akan penginapan mereka meningkat, mayoritas tamu yang datang adalah pekerja yang punya urusan pekerjaan di sini. Tapi emangnya itu nggak bisa dibarengin jadi kesempatan untuk ngembangin wisata juga yaak??? Sometimes gue pikir kota ini sudah cukup makmur dengan rotasi uang yang di dapat dari minyak jadi mereka nggak perlu berasa repot untuk mengembangkan wisatanya, sayang ya... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ada lagi yang pengen gue ceritain, mestinya sih gue ceritain di postingan sebelumnya tapi lupa karena saking banyaknya di kepala hehe.. Karena Balikpapan ini adalah kota pendatang, terkadang gue berasa masyarakat di sini hampir-hampir mirip mungkin dengan gaya masyarakat di Singapore atau Malaysia, mungkin??? *aselik sotoy bukan kepalang...:p* Yang gue maksud adalah diversity-nya. Dibandingkan dengan di Jakarta yang tanpa sadar udah ada garis-garis pembatas sosial such as: Kemang adalah daerah high class dan expat; daerah Kota, Glodok dan beberapa bagian&amp;nbsp; Barat adalah daerah keturunan Tionghoa; Timur adalah daerah menengah. (of course pembatas sosial itu berdasarkan penilaian gue secara pribadi dan subjektif yaaak, jadi maafkan kalo salah dan nggak terima debat!) Nah di Balikpapan ini semua merata! Lo bisa lihat mesjid di sana-sini, as much as lo lihat gereja di sana-sini. Di warung sarapan chinese food kesukaan gue itu gue pernah lihat orang keturunan Tionghoa dan bapak berparas pribumi berpeci haji duduk satu meja. Semua pendatang, semua sama. Mungkin gue salah, tapi semoga aja nggak, karena diversity yang harmoni itu nikmat bukan kepalang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh satu lagi yang banyak lo temuin di sini: tempat karaoke dan pub yang hampir sama banyat bertebarannya dengan mesjid dan gereja. How come?? Tentu saja karena kebanyakan yang datang berkunjung ke kota ini adalah pekerja dengan urusan pekerjaan, dan nggak jarang pula mereka itu expat (yaak gue berasa jauuh lebih gampang ketemu orang kulit putih di sini ketimbang di Serpong), dan mereka butuh hiburan singkat yang seperti itu. Naaaah... coba deh kalau jasa wisata laut dan pantai dibuka di sini, tamu-tamu yang berkunjung untuk urusan kerja di sini kan bisa bawa keluarganya sekalian liburan gitu kaaaaaaan.... Dan mereka dapat hiburan yang lebih asoy ketimbang karaoke atau ajojing di pub doang kaaaan???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah gitu deh! Selamat datang di Balikpapan kota beriman; kubangun, kujaga, kubela! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-1886707162292129737?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/1886707162292129737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=1886707162292129737&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1886707162292129737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1886707162292129737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-balikpapaner-part-4.html' title='The New Balikpapaner part. 4'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yzY9smtWdQ/Tw6p3ZcogZI/AAAAAAAABfU/cOD1Xks_9l8/s72-c/IMG02041-20111217-0624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-9192920342432934299</id><published>2012-01-12T14:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:35:10.337+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lil report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balikpapan'/><title type='text'>The New Balikpapaner part.3</title><content type='html'>Ok, gue udah ngomong tentang gue and keluarga di postingan sebelumnya ya kaaaan... Nah sekarang gue mau cerita sedikit tentang kotanya. Tapi jangan protes kalau ceritanya ternyata kurang komplit atau kurang tepat karena ceritanya cuma berdasar point of view gue aja dari selama 3 minggu lebih gue tinggal di sini. Eh... udah berapa minggu sih gue tinggal di sini??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I start? Hmmm... Balikpapan itu kota pendatang! Lo boleh pergi ke kota Padang dan sebagain besar orang di sana akan berbahasa Minang, lo pergi ke Jogja dan sebagian besar orang di sana berbahasa Jawa, lo pergi ke Denpasar dan mereka pun punya bahasa daerah mereka. Tapi kalau lo pergi ke Balikpapan, nggak ada bahasa daerah di sini. Di sini semua orang berbahasa Indonesia, dengan sedikit pengaruh dari Jawa dan Sulawesi. Nggak ada bahasa Balikpapan, tapi kalau dialeg Balikpapan ada. Gue pernah ke Banjarmasin, dan dialeg Banjarmasin pun kedengarannya sama. Gue beberapa kali ketemu orang Samarinda selama tinggal di hotel Le Grandeuruo, dan dialeg mereka pun sama seperti di Balikpapan. Nggak tau juga deh sejarahnya gimana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nggak ada yang bisa mengaku orang asli Balikpapan, setau gue ya, kecuali orang Dayak mungkin?? Tapi selama gue tinggal di Balikpapan waktu kecil dan selama gue tinggal di sini sekarang bukannya gampang ketemu orang Dayak di kota Balikpapan, mungkin ada, tapi gue nggak bisa mengenali mereka sebagai "tuan rumah" macam kalau gue ketemu orang Aceh di Banda Aceh misalnya... if you can get what I mean. Kalau suka baca berita tentang Balikpapan pun pasti pernah denger tentang perseturuan antara suku Dayak dan suku Bugis di sini bukan? Not that I'm so clear about it though... Tapi yang bisa gue simpulkan dengan jelas adalah Balikpapan kota pendatang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coba aja cari siapa yang lahir di Balikpapan? *tunjuk tangan* Apakah orang tuanya lahir di Balikpapan? *geleng-geleng* Ok, jangan nengok gue kali yaaak... coba deh cari keluarga atau temen yang mengaku orang Balikpapan, tanya orang tuanya lahir dimana, kalau masih di Balikpapan juga, coba tanya lagi, nenek-kakeknya lahir dimana, kalau masih di Balikpapan juga coba tanay buyutnya deh... gue bisa bilang dalam probabilitas yang besar kalau mereka pendatang. Ya kaaaan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada dua hal (menurut kesotoyan gue) yang berpengaruh besar menjadikan Balikpapan ini tempat tinggal baru buat pendatang: 1. minyak, 2. program transmigrasi (yang gue rasa ada pas jaman Soeharto??). Kasus nomor satu lo bisa lihat gue sendiri aja deh. Kalau bukan karena bokap gue kerja di perusahaan minyak, rasanya nggak akan mungkin gue lahir di Balikpapan (selain karena takdir yaaaaak, puhlease deeeeh...). Dan perusahaan minyak di Balikpapan ini banyak sekali, jaman gue kecil dulu ada 3 oil company asing besar di sini. Bayangkan berapa karyawan (plus keluarga) yang didatangkan perusahaan minyak gede ini ke Balikpapan. Dan bukannya nggak mungkin kalau karyawan juga bawa kerabat berhijrah ke sini kan? Masing-masing perusaaan minyak punya perusahaan-perusahaan kontraktor yang bekerja sama dengan mereka juga disini toh? Tentunya perusahaan kontraktor itu pun mendatangkan karyawan juga ke Balikpapan toh, dengan keluarganya juga toh... Massive! Belum selesai disitu, begitu ada pertambahan penduduk disini, maka peluang pekerjaan pun makin besar kan? Which is also a magnet for people to come, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk yang kedua, gue udah ketemu dengan salah satu peserta programnya sendiri waktu kecil dulu. Waktu tinggal di Balikpapan dulu nyokap punya ART yang cukup loyal sama keluarga gue, dia pendatang dari Jawa Tengah, tepatnya dimana gue nggak inget... kita panggil dia "si Mbok". Orang tua dan keluarga si Mbok ini tetap di Jawa, dia datang ke Balikpapan sebagai hasil upaya transmigrasi pemerintah waktu itu. Tentunya si Mbok nggak sendirian dong yaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari kacamata sotoy gue, rasanya bisa gue bilang kesejahteraan penduduk Balikpapan sekarang jauh lebih baik ketimbang waktu gue kecil dulu, apalagi waktu jaman awal-awal orang tua gue tinggal di sini dulu yaak. Penilaiannya dari pengamatan yang amat subjektif soal pembetong hehehe... Dulu nggak susah lhooo nyari ART di sini, tapi sekarang susaaaaah sekali! ART gue pun import dari Jawa. Waktu nginap di La Grandeuruo gue beberapa kali ngajak anak gue main sama anak-anak kampung sekitar yang suka main di pantai sore-sore, gue sering ngobrol sama mereka dan sedikit gali-gali informasi keluarga mereka... Rata-rata anak-anak yang gue tanya itu orang tuanya pegawai, ntah itu kerja di hotel, di kantor, atau ada juga yang berdagang. Kalau pas di jalan pun gue suka jelalatan cari pemukiman kumuh, dan rasanya sampe sekarang gue belum ketemu tuh. Gue nggak tau pasti pendapatan perkapita penduduk Balikpapan, bah... lo tinggal cek di wikipedia pun.. :p Tapi gue bisa bilang rata-rata penduduk di sini cukup sejahtera. Hipipip huraaa! *apa deh?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang menarik lagi soal Balikpapan adalah kebersihannya. Kota ini bersih, yah sesuai sama motonya: "Balikpapan Kota Beriman", beriman stands for bersih indah dan nyaman hehehe... Kalau pas dapat kesempatan ngantar suami kerja pagi-pagi suasananya menyenangkaaaaaaaaaan sekali, di setiap simpang dan penyebrangan jalan yang rame, polisi udah siap siaga. Oh jangan salah, di persimpangan itu nggak rame macet butek macam Jakarta, simpangnya sih sepi-sepi aja, tapi tetep polisi siaga. Yang rame itu penyeberangan jalannya. Dan hampir di setiap penyebrangan jalan ada papan bertulisan: "ANDA MENYEBERANG DI SINI DILINDUNGI UULLAJ. NO.22 TAHUN 2009 PASAL132 AYAT (1) HURUF b". Eh, tadi gue kan lagi cerita soal kebersihannya kan yaak... hehe. Nah kalo pas dapat kesempatan ngantar suami pagi-pagi jam 7 udah nggak kelihatan lagi tuh petugas kebersihan kota, jalanan udah bersih siap dilewati dengan hati riang! Kalau berangkat kerjanya kaya gitu kan pekerja juga semangat yaaak.... (nyindir yang berangkat kerja jam 6 kurang untuk mulai kerja jam 8.30 disertai macet sepanjang jalan di belahan Indonesia lain :p ). Hehehehe...*songong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ueU-z6FUJ4/Tw6MBacFZoI/AAAAAAAABfM/8paKOe4u-CE/s1600/UU+buat+nyebrang.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ueU-z6FUJ4/Tw6MBacFZoI/AAAAAAAABfM/8paKOe4u-CE/s400/UU+buat+nyebrang.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pic taken from &lt;a href="http://pepi-selvi.blogspot.com/2010/10/ada-apa-di-balikpapan.html#%21/2010/10/ada-apa-di-balikpapan.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh jangan salah book... Lo tau pemulung di Balikpapan ini seperti apa? Jangan lo bayangin laki-laki atau perempuan kurus dekil beralas kaki asal-asalan yang gendong karung di bahu kanan sambil megang tongkat besi di tangan kiri... salah besarrrr! Pemulung disini adalah pengendara motor berhelem yang di belakang motornya ada dua karung bergantung siap menampung hasil pulungannya. Mereka bersih, malahan gue pernah ketemu yang berkemeja dan bersepatu kece! Sayang gue nggak foto. Tapi gue nggak bohong!!! Suerrrr! Rasanya pengen gue wawancara, pan gue juga pemulung pan hehehehhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, kayanya cerita gue udah kepanjangan, baiknya gue sudahin dulu disini yaaaak, ntar ente bosen pulak! Jangan khawatir, gue masih cukup nyinyir dan cukup sotoy untuk cerita soal Balikpapan lagi, tapi harus gue potong dikit-dikit biar nikmeh.... apa deh! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuuuuk mareeeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-9192920342432934299?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/9192920342432934299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=9192920342432934299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/9192920342432934299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/9192920342432934299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-balikpapaner-part3.html' title='The New Balikpapaner part.3'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ueU-z6FUJ4/Tw6MBacFZoI/AAAAAAAABfM/8paKOe4u-CE/s72-c/UU+buat+nyebrang.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-3908108130520187288</id><published>2012-01-10T15:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:05:08.320+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balikpapan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pindahan'/><title type='text'>The New Balikpapaneese... errr.. Balikpapaner part.2</title><content type='html'>Kan gue udah cerita dulu kan yah &lt;a href="http://www.dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/11/mega-packing.html"&gt;di sini&lt;/a&gt; kalau insyaAllah suami gue diprovide kantornya untuk dapat housing selama tinggal di Balikpapan dengan segala keadaan dan persyaratan. Persyaratannya sih simple aja, yaitu suami gue harus ngelunasin cicilan rumah yang di Alam Sutera itu ke kantornya. Kita udah berhitung dan insyaAllah sisa cicilan yang tadinya baru akan lunas dalam beberapa tahun lagi bisa dibayar seketika... tentunya dengan segala konsekuensi hehehehe.... *kendorin ikat pinggang sedikit* *kekencengan* *hmmmpphhh!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ternyata ada sedikit masalah yang akhirnya bisa segera teratasi. Cuma masalah waktu itu bikin kita harus tinggal sedikit lebih lama di hotel Le Grandeuruo. Oh... how bad can it be, paling cuma bentol-bentol digigit kutu aje. _ _" Setelah dua minggu jadi penghuni hotel, akhirnya rumah ready untuk ditempati. Alhamdulillah. Dan pada saat rumah ready untuk ditempati, besoknya tiba-tiba barang-barang kargo yang jumlahnya satu truk itu pun sampe, gua langsung sujud sukur! HAhahahaha.... abisan kan gue bingung juga yaaak, kalo harus tinggal di rumah tapi isinya cuma tempat tidur sama sofa dan sedikit peralatan dapur seadanya doang hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soal rumahnya gue akan cerita singkat aja, nanti gue akan ceita lebih heboh kalau perabotan udah komplit biar bisa pajang foto-foto before and after gituuuh... Tapi yang jelas sebagai anak pegawai ex T*T*L rumah ini bikin gue nostalgia bukan kepalang. Masa kecil gue dulu ada di housing kompleknya T*T*L! Gaya perabotan mereka semua mirip, entah itu komplek Gunung Karang, Gunung Utara (yang pernah gue tempatin), dan sekarang gue tinggal di Gunung Bakaran. Dulu waktu kecil gue beberapa kali main-main ke Gunung Bakaran ke rumah temen-temen gue yang tinggal di sini. Gunung Bakaran ini agak terpisah dari gunung-gunung lainnya yang posisinya deket banget dari kantor, makanya dulu gue nggak terlalu sering main ke sini. Kalau aja ada temen SD gue dulu yang tinggal di Gunung Bakaran&amp;nbsp; baca postingan ini... rasanya pengen banget nanya, rumah no.35 dulu siapa yang nempatin sih? Sini main ke rumah biar kita nostalgia bareng2!!!! hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, rumah ini menyenangkan. Ambiencenya menyenangkan. Hawa Balikpapan menyenangkan!!!! Waktu gue baru tinggal di Alam Sutera, cukup lama sampai gue merasa tempat itu sebagai "rumah" if you know what I mean, tapi begitu pindah ke sini... I feel home! Mungkin karena kebawa masa kecil gue juga kali ya... atau karena emang segalanya enak di sini?? Nggak tau juga deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa sih emangnya yang enak? Well, berhubung lo tinggal di rumah perusahaan, segala-galanya tinggal telfon dan semua beres! Say it: lampu mati, AC nggak dingin, keran macet, air panas nggak jalan...? Telpon aja&amp;nbsp; trus pantengin pintu nggak lama orang maintenance datang ngebenerin. Bahkan untuk masang pajangan di tembok aja ada orang dari kantor yang bakal pasangin! Hehehehe... Ada kabel nggak rapi di ruang tv?? "halloo... permisi, ada kabel yang belum ditutup nih di ruang tengah, gimana ya Pak?" Lalu.... *ting tong* "Misi Bu, saya dari bagian elektrik mau benerin kabel?"&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean? Canggeeeeeeeehhhh!!!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan cuma itu yang enak. Di Balikpapan kota beriman ini Billy selalu makan siang di rumah! Bisa lo bayangkan itu wahai pegawai Jakarta?????? Setiap hari kerja kecuali hari Jumat karena Billy mesti shalat Jumat, kecuali dia ada training atau meeting, Billy selalu pulang ke rumah untuk makan siang! Jarak kantor ke rumah lebih kurang 13 km kalo nggak salah. Dulu waktu tinggal di Balikpapan bokap gue pun juga selalu makan siang di rumah, tapi jarak rumah ke kantor cuma 20x koprol. Kalau gue cerita ke bokap bahwa Billy selalu makan siang di rumah, bokap komentar "nggak abis waktu di jalan?". Hahahahahhahahahahahhahhahahahahahhahahahahhaha.... hanya 2x20 menit, tapi makan di rumah itu lebih bermakna!!!! Oh ai lob Balikpapan!!! Ai lob may hasben! Kalo kata Billy "percuma tinggal di Balikpapan kalo nggak makan siang di rumah!". fufufufufufufufu.... *mesem-mesem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soal traffic di Balikpapan ini pun menyenangkan. Kota ini kecil, mungkin segede Tangerang kali ya (tapi mungkin gue salah) so why should we be in a rush?? Semua orang santeeeee..... di jalan kecepatan rata-rata mobil 40-50km/h ! Let say: anak masuk sekolah jam 11, lo masih bisa sarapan siang dulu sama anak, trus main-main dulu, trus keliling-keliling komplek 3 x, trus mandi trus berangkat jam 10.30... dan lo masih bisa nyanyi-nyanyi dulu satu lagu di mobil sebelum turun untuk bawa anak masuk ke sekolah! Get what I mean???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue pernah mau jemput suami jam 5.30 sore dari err... lupa gue waktu itu dari mana yang jelas akhirnya gue nyasar. Gue berangkat dari tempat terakhir jam 4.30 sore, nyasar-nyasar keliling kota tapi akhirnya sampe juga ke kantor suami dalam waktu setengah jam aja... dan gue pun terpaksa harus nunggu suami gue yang keluar kantor setengah jam kemudian. You see??? Pernah lo kesasar di jalan tapi tetep nyampe setengah jam lebih awal, duhai penduduk Jakarta????? Yes, read my lips: life-here-is-fun! Hohohohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan karena di sini Billy kerja dengan office hour weekend pun jadi lebih bermakna. Dulu waktu Billy kerja di lapangan kita suka lupa hari. Dulu waktu di Alam Sutera cuma ada 2 jenis hari: hari kerja dan hari libur. Pas Billy ke lapangan selama dua minggu itu adalah hari kerja... mau weekend mau weekdays semuanya berasa hari Senin; butek! Sebaliknya pas Billy di rumah selama dua minggu berasa weekend, kadang-kadang lupa kalau hari itu hari Senin atau Jumat akhirnya ikut-ikutan kena macet. Tapi dengan habitual disini, antara weekend dan weekdays jelas bedanya dong! Weekend pertama di rumah ini rasanya enyaaaaaaaaaaaak sekali. Gue nggak tau ya apa yang bikin suasananya beda tapi nggak cuma gue yang ngerasa enaknya, Billy juga bilang hal yang sama. Dan anak gue pun... semenjak pindah kesini makannya gampang bener deh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue adalah si cupu yang percaya setiap benda itu ada auranya, dan aura rumah ini cocok sama gue and keluarga, mungkin itu aja kali yang bisa jelasin kenapa tinggal disini terasa jauh menyenangkan. Very peaceful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soal makanan? Haaaaaahahahahahah! For you who love seafood, then you will surely love to live here! Berhubung gue emang jarang masak daging dan pilihan menu gue cuma seputaran ikan, udang, cumi, ayam, dan sesekali daging-dagingan ya cocok lah gue di sini! Walau pun variasi ikan-ikannya di pasar nggak sevariatif di pasar modern BSD, tapi harga udang-udangan jauh lebih murah disini. Selama dua minggu lebih gue tinggal di rumah ini udah 2 kali gue barbecue-an seafood dengan udang-udang jumbo sama laki gue. (pssst... kita bahkan dapet pinjaman kompor barbecue dong dong dong dari perusahaan! ajiiiiiiiib!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jajanannya pun ada yang oke ada juga yang standar. Tapi ada warung yang top markotop untuk selera gue and Billy, jadi kudu deh gue kasih tau di sini! Warungnya warung sarapan ala chinese food. Gue udah cobain beberapa menunya, kalah deh kopi tiam-kopi tiam yang berkelas resto di serpong or Jakarta! ENYAAAAKKK!!!! Wajib lo coba kalo lagi main ke Balikpapan yaaa. Dimsumnya pun enaaak! Pffttt.. semua menunya yang udah pernah gue cobain enak sampe yang punya toko gue puji-puji deh, makanannya maksudnyaaa! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G43oCw-RXNE/Twv8GaVZ8RI/AAAAAAAABe8/rl_j3yUf8Ck/s1600/IMG02113-20111225-1017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G43oCw-RXNE/Twv8GaVZ8RI/AAAAAAAABe8/rl_j3yUf8Ck/s400/IMG02113-20111225-1017.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini lhooo warung sarapan Chinese food yanng gue maksud&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7nzXlFYQ7w/Twv8Qxhsl-I/AAAAAAAABfE/vbgibJSNcyo/s1600/IMG02112-20111225-1016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7nzXlFYQ7w/Twv8Qxhsl-I/AAAAAAAABfE/vbgibJSNcyo/s400/IMG02112-20111225-1016.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ini yang punya, gue lagi foto-foto warungnya, si empunya minta difoto juga :))&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi deh? Itu dulu deh yaaak... masih banyak yang mau gue ceritain soal kota kelahiran gue ini (taelaaaah) tapi dicicil aja dulu yaaak. ntar lo pegel pula bacanya kaaaan.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuuuuk dadah babay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-3908108130520187288?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/3908108130520187288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=3908108130520187288&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/3908108130520187288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/3908108130520187288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2012/01/kan-gue-udah-cerita-dulu-kan-yah-di.html' title='The New Balikpapaneese... errr.. 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Mulai dari pertama lah ya.. (ya menurut lo..?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah kalau begitu, dimulai dari review singkat soal hotel tempat gue tinggal sebelum akhirnya pindah ke housing yang disediain perusahaan tempat laki gue kerja ini yaah! Udah lama gue pengen cerita sedikit soal hotel ini. Ceritanya... mengecewakan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebutlah nama hotelnya: Le Grandeuruo! Billy dapat masukan dari temen kerjanya untuk request hotel yang ini kalau mau bawa keluarga, karena ceunah lebih cozy buat keluarga. Nah, begitu dapat contekan kaya gitu kan langsung terpikir kamar besar, lobby asoy, playground buat anak, plus fasilitas deket pantai gitu kan... kan.. kan??? Emang sih ini satu-satunya hotel yang dekat pantai di Balikpapan. Pantainya sih asik, tapi lautnya kotor karena dekat muara sungai, emang jarang banget orang berenang di lautnya. Sebenernya, emang jarang banget orang berenang di laut kota Balikpapan sepengetahuan gue. Tapi mungkin gue salah, lah pan gue baru balik jadi warga sini paaaan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh, kembali ke hotel Le Grandeuruo.... Hotel yang katanya bintang lima ini kalau dapat nilai dari gue sih gue kasih bintang 3 udah lumayan banget deh.... nggak jarang fasilitasnya mau gue samain sama kelas melati. Hehehehe... kejam yaa eike! Begitu masuk kamar kesan pertama yang gue dapat adalah bau rokok! Gue aseliiiik deh nggak tahan sama bau rokok. Bodo ah mo dibilang kampungan kek, tapi semenjak punya pengalaman terjebak 12 jam di mobil L-300 yang penuh asap rokok di sepanjang perjalanan berliku-liku antara kota Blangkejeuren - Medan dipadu dengan telinga yang diperkosa sama musik dangdut atau pop Indonesia yang sama sekali nggak ngasih kesempatan penumpangnya buat istirahat..... somehow setelahnya otak gue muak... eh nggak.. bukan... bukan muak tapi MUAKKKKKKK BANGETTTTT sama bau rokok! Tapi ya salah kite juga sih, kita nggak tau kalau ternyata lantai itu adalah lantai khusus perokok, dan gue baru tau setelah beberapa hari nginap di sana. Jadi masalah kamar bau rokok itu bisa dimaklumi deh. Next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamar yang kita dapat ternyata nggak sesuai dengan bayangan gue tentang hotel yang family friendly. Well, Billy request buat dapat kamar yang lebih besar, tapi kantornya &lt;strike&gt;yang medit itu&lt;/strike&gt; cuma ngasih kamar&amp;nbsp; standar aja rupanya. Mikirin bakal tinggal lama di kamar itu dengan anak, gue langsung khawatir anak gue bakalan bosan, tapi ternyata anak gue seneng-seneng aja,dia pikir dia lagi liburan! hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teruuuuusss.... apa dooong review jeleknya tentang si hotel sampe nilainya turun kelas dua &lt;strike&gt;tigaperempat &lt;/strike&gt;bintang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question! Dimulai dari penampakan seekor kecoa di dinding kamar yang tiba-tiba gue liat pas mau bobo malam. Hellooooooooooo.... berapa bintangnya katanya? Lima?? Ada kecoa di dalam kamar hotel bintang lima??? Oh bloody! Jangan dulu tercengang, karena gue rasa penghuni berkaki lebih dari dua di kamar yang gue tempatin kayanya nggak cuma kecoa. Waktu gue masih nginap di kamar smoking floor, kaki and tangan gue sempet gatel banget dengan bekas gigitan serangga. Awalnya gue kira karena serangga yang mungkin nyerang waktu main-main di pantai. Cuma dua gigitan aja, so I didn't take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah kita sadar bahwa kita tinggal di smoking floor, akhirnya kita minta pindah kamar di non smoking floor. Nah setelah 2-3 hari di kamar ini tiba-tiba jidat and kaki gue diserang serangga yang gue nggak bisa liat penampakannya. Kutu kah??? Gue nggak tau yang jelas GATAL BANGET SODARA-SODARAAAAA!!!!!! Ada kali belasanan bentol...ntar gue itung dulu, bekasnya bahkan masih ada sampe sekarang. 6 di jidat, dan entah berapa di kaki... total jendral pokoknya banyak!!! Nggak cuma gue yang kena, laki gue juga. Alhamdulillah banget anak gue nggak kena. Kalo nggak bisa nggak tidur gue sepanjang malam sampe gatalnya ilang, dan gatalnya nggak ilang sampai berhari-hari lhoooooo. Ih, alhamdulillah anak gue nggak kena, boro-boro kutu, digigit nyamuk aja anak gue gatalnya berhari-hari. Bahkan kadang sampe sekarang masih gatel tuh bekas gigitan yang ada di kaki gue.... parah ya book! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue langsung telpon room service minta diganti semua seprei, bantal, selimut, dan gue bilang gue digigit serangga yang nggak keliatan di kamar itu biar disemprot gitu. Kali ini gue yakin kena di kamar karena setelah pindah ke kamar itu sebelum kena gigitan serangga gue belum main-main ke pantai. Kadang pas frustasi karena gatalnya pengen rasanya gue minta suami request pindah hotel sekalian, tapi nanggung karena kita cuma nunggu beberapa hari lagi buat masuk ke housing sementara kalau mau pindahan barang yang di bawa segambreng. Dan setelah segala-gala diganti tetep aja gigitan serangganya nambah dong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugs problem itu adalah masalah yang paling fatal. Masalah-masalah lainnya jadi sepele deh, such as: suami gue minta semirin sepatu tapi nggak disemirin padahal udah ditaro di tempat semir sepatu, laundrynya yang harga bintang lima tapi nggak ada wangi-wanginya acan, kualitas makannya yang sama sekali nggak bintang lima; nasinya yang terlalu keras lah, variasi makanan breakfast yang sangat terbatas lah, kadang bahkan beberapa menu bisa kehabisan. Oh come on! Gue pernah tinggal di hotel yang nggak bintang empat pun, tapi variasi menu breakfastnya lebih bagus dari Le Grandeuruo! Menu yang selalu ada di buffet pas breakfast (gue sampe hafal): Sossis &amp;amp; bacon , sup kacang merah, kentang yang masaknya berubah-ubah kadang rebus, goreng, panggang..., mi goreng atau bihun goreng (yang kalau datangnya kesiangan mienya udah kering bener), nasi yang kadang-kadang diganti sama nasi goreng, dan yang pasti berubah-ubah tiap hari adalah sayurnya, terus ada buah-buahan, yoghurt 3 rasa, macam-macam roti yang selalu sama, bread pudding (yang selalu sama juga), cereal, milk and juices. Terus ada stall sandwich dimana tamu bisa meracik sendiri sandwichnya, ada stall omelet dimana kokinya masaknya agak lama jadi tamu males nunggu tapi minta diantar.... nggak jarang kita jadi ilfeel mau minta karena lah kokinya mana??? ...rupanya kokinya lagi antar-antar omelet pesanan customer. Ada lagi stand bubur ayam dan bubur ikan. Trus terakhir ada stall makanan yang selalu ganti-ganti antara nasi kuning, rawon, soup kimlo, tekwan, atau lontong sayur. Biasanya kalau kesempatan nginap di hotel bintang ini kesempatan gue buat makan keju-keju mehong, jangan harap nemu keju mehong di Le Grendeuruo... nggak ada keju disini! *ngekngoook*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh tapi pernah lho ada tamu yang marah-marah sama salah satu petugas restaurantnya, yaaa nggak marah-marah kaya politikus lagi adu debat di tipi gitu sih, tapi lumayan nyentil lah. Gue nggak sengaja dengar si Bapak Tamu (BT) ngomong gini : "makanannya cuma ini doang?"&lt;br /&gt;Petugas : "iya Pak, tapi bapak bisa ambil sepuasnya kok."&lt;br /&gt;BT : "ini mana mienya, habis? Buahnya cuma segini? Ini petugas yang bikin omelet mana? Kok nggak ada?"&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Selanjutnya gue nggak denger karena langsung duduk nemenin anak gue sarapan, tapi kalau waktu itu lagi nggak pegang piring rasanya gue mau kasih standing applause ke si Bapak Tamu seketika!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi dah? Tentunya masalah wallpaper kamar yang robek pun jadi terlihat sepele kaan? Terus lampu kamar yang tiba-tiba mati juga sepele kan? Dua kali lhoooo lampu kamar kita mati, dan cuma kamar tempat keluarga gue nginep doang yang mati. And when I said "lampu kamar" I mean segala listrik di kamar gitu deh. Kece kan? Terus masalah playground buat anak-anak yang nggak ada...? Hah? Emang itu masalah ya???&amp;nbsp; Lobby yang kecil untuk kelas bintang lima pun kayanya bukan masalah dong yaaak...*standar langsung drop!* -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfMpEmBNx8A/Twq_a1Kky9I/AAAAAAAABe0/xY3UyW2MohQ/s1600/IMG02058-20111220-1826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfMpEmBNx8A/Twq_a1Kky9I/AAAAAAAABe0/xY3UyW2MohQ/s400/IMG02058-20111220-1826.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pemandangan laut dari jendela kamar diwarnai wallpaper yang blewer... :p&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Tapi biar gitu tetep aja hotel ini rame. Menurut Billy kebutuhan hotel di Balikpapan emang tinggi banget, jadi mungkin karena itu juga standar hotel bintang lima jadi nggak terjaga kali yak. Walaupun kualitasnya drop dibanding kelasnya tetep aja tamunya banyak. Selama gue tinggal disitu gue pernah ketemu sama rombongan family gathering perusahan kontraktor yang kayanya dari Smarinda, pernah juga ketemu sama rombongan partai biru yang ngadain rapat di situ. *tsk!* Dan waktu liburan Natal yang jatoh pas long weekend hotel mendadak rameeee sama keluarga-keluarga yang bawa mobil. Gue rasa Balikpapan ini jadi semacam Bandungnya Jakarta bagi orang-orang Samarinda, if u know what I mean.&amp;nbsp; Dan dikala hotel itu lagi rame-ramenya dengan keluarga, surprisingly mereka menutup restaurant untuk sarapan dan mindahin ke ruangan lain. Waktu ngeliat restaurantnya ditutup kita pikir mereka emang antisipasi untuk tamu yang membludak biar cukup, karena waktu rombongan family gathering dari Samarinda yang pas weekend juga gue sempet terpaksa berbagi meja sama tamu lain saking penuhnya. Ternyata eh ternyata, sarapan dipindah ke ruangan yang lebih kecil jadi untuk sarapan kita harus antri pake waiting list. Blaaaaaah.....! Restaurantnya ditutup buat acara Christmas brunch, yang gue nggak tau deh free buat tamu atau buat tamu undangan atau siapa, yang jelas kamar gue nggak dapet undangan tuh... cih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi akhirnya waktu kita check out kebetulan Billy diajak ngomong sama salah satu petugas yang ternyata berpangkat "duty manager"... jeng jeng jeeeeeng!!!! Namanya gue lupa, lagian kalau gue inget pun kan nggak layak lah ya gue tulis disini. Waktu Billy tanya si bapak yang ngajak ngobrol ini kerjanya sebagai apa, dan beliau jawab bahwa ternyata dia adalah sang duty manager langsung lah Billy kasih tau apa-apa yang menurut Billy sebaiknya jadi review buat sang manager. Sayangnya laki gue cuma inget urusan nasi keras, sepatu nggak disemir doang.... untung gue denger, gue langsung dong dong dong nambahin urusan bugs problem sambil kasih liat bukti jidat jenong kece gue yang mendadak totol-totol thanx to their outstanding pet control! Billy bahkan nggak bilang rusan wallpaper yang robek. Laki gue itu sangat lembut hati, padahal gue sempet ketemu beberapa kali sama si duty manager ini. Sayang waktu itu gue nggak tau dia siapa, kalau nggak dia bakalan dapat kritikan lebih pedas dari sambal lado gilo dari gue. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitu deh review gue soal hotel Le Grandeuruo. Hmmmm... kalau ente-ente mau main ke Balikpapan dan nyari hotel bintang lima, yah gue nggak suggest hotel ini deh dengan dasar pengalaman gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuuuuk mariiiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-3927748878290440566?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/3927748878290440566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=3927748878290440566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/3927748878290440566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/3927748878290440566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-balikpapaneese-part1.html' title='The New Balikpapaneese part.1'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UfMpEmBNx8A/Twq_a1Kky9I/AAAAAAAABe0/xY3UyW2MohQ/s72-c/IMG02058-20111220-1826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-4681750428190402288</id><published>2011-12-31T05:53:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T05:53:26.225+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entrepreneurship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>Ini postingan rutin tahunan, tiap akhir tahun pan gue selalu review resolusi tahun itu sama bikin resolusi tahun depan pan yaaak. Tradisi nggak boleh ditinggalkan dong dong dong, padahal sih gue udah tergoda banget inih curhat soal pindahan dan kehidupan di Balikpapan setelah 3 minggu disini. Bah, Balikpapan bisa menunggu... gue toh masih disini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooh, apakah yang terjadi dengan 2011? Setelah gue lihat lagi &lt;a href="http://www.dianasaib.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011.html"&gt;postingan&lt;/a&gt; resolusi gue buat tahun 2011 ternyata gue udah kehilangan ambisi saat itu yaak.... duh kasihan! :p Yaaah selama tahun 2010 sejak bulan Maret kan gue lebih banyak ngabisin waktu di rumah, ngurus anak dan kerja part time aja 4 jam 2x seminggu, itu pun on call (itu pun males-malesan...) sementara yang sebelumnya kerja dengan office hour plus Sabtu; jarang di rumah, kerjaan lumenyen, bergengsi, berduit.... yah maklum lah kalo gue mendadak kehilangan ambisi. Eh, maklum kagak yak??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ternyata kebosanan gue di rumah-rumah aja membawa berkah, gue jadi pengen punya usaha. Bulan April 2011 Coral lahir. Walau pun kemajuan usahanya&amp;nbsp; lambat banget, lebih lambat dari siput renta dengan parkinson, yaaaah untuk akhirnya berkemauan berusaha dan mulai bikin itu udah lumayan lah buat gue. Gue jadi banyak belajar, eh sedikit sih... tapi gue jadi tau-tauan yang tadinya blank acan soal berusahe gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaaaaaaaaah... karena akhir-akhir ini gue sering eh, kadang, eh sesekali baca buku or artikel tentang motivasi buat intrepreneur gitu, gue jadi terpacu buat bikin resolusi yang lebih berkwalitas yang tajam dan terperinci. *mendadak mandeg*&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ih apa yah? -___-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coral. harus gue mulai dari 0 lagi setelah kepindahan gue ke Balikpapan. Males ya neeeik! Gue harus cari tau lagi dimana gue bisa dapet tukang kap lampu atau tukang besi yang bisa bantu gue bikin rangkanya, dimana gue bisa dapet komunitas yang bisa bantu gue merealisasikan mimpi Coral (eh kalau yang ini sih bukan "lagi" tapi emang baru akan), mulai lagi nyari konsinyasi, yang paling penting dari itu semua mulai bikin produksi lagi! Tapi dari artikel-artikel motivasi yang gue baca males itu adalah pantang, lagian secara gue kerja sendirian kalo males yaaaa lembet-lembet aja terus nih usahe. Aren't I the boss for my self?? Kerja Diana, kerjaaaaaa!!!!! *ctaaaaarrr!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk rinci rencana akan gue catet di dream book gue aja deh yaak, nggak perlu gue share di sini toh? *ngubek-ngubek buku di gudang* Eh kecuali kalau ente mau jadi partner in &lt;strike&gt;crime&lt;/strike&gt; business gue... ada kah? Anyone? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain Coral. gue masih punya project satu lagi namanya Tee4Charity, silahkan baca-baca &lt;a href="http://izanthelittletraveler.blogspot.com/2011/11/tee-for-charity.html"&gt;disini&lt;/a&gt;. Project jualan kaos anak yang keuntungannya akan disedekahin pas hari ultahnya Izan ini belum berhasil. Gue udah mulai bikin kaosnya di salah satu tukang sablon di Ciputat yang gue dapat dari internet. Tapi ternyata setelah coba 1 buat anak sendiri dan dicuci ketahuan deh kualitas sablonnya buruk. Padahal yang mau beli udah lumayan bener, malahan udah ada beberapa kaos yang keburu terjual... tapi untung yang beli mertua gue jadi yaaaah semoga bisa dimaklumi. Sementara ini kaos-kaos yang udah dibikin disimpen dulu dan berniat untuk disedekahin langsung nantinya ke anak-anak yang bernasib kurang baik. Dan gue mau cari tukang sablon kece di Balikpapan ini untuk mulai kerjain project ini lagi... will do that today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue pun perlu cari anak yang bernasib kurang baik tapi dengan potensi luarrrrr biasa untuk kelanjutan object dari Tee4Charity ini, karena niatnya paska ultahnya Izan project ini akan gue terusin tapi dengan cara yang agak beda :) Adakah yang punya rekomendasi... monggo lhoooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanjyuuuut.... resolusi gue nggak cuma soal usahe aje dong dong dong.... pan gue mamak satu anak cum bini kece! Gue mau mulai kehidupan yang lebih teratur disini. Kalo kemaren 95% kehidupan gue setelah jadi emak diwarnai dengan frekuensi 2-2 minggu dengan dan tanpa suami, sekarang kan nempel muluk kecuali pas office hours. Charge gue di rumah justru lebih besar dari sebelumnya, karena tiap jam kerja pan laki gue gak ade. Karena itu gue pengen manajemen yang lebih teratur, anyway sepertinya nggak susah untuk punya flow yang teratur di sini.... Balikpapan kota santeeeeeeeeeeeeei! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan urusan menjadi mamak, tahun 2012 akan jadi tahunn nyapihnya Izan. Gue baru mau nyapih dia setelah at least genap 2 tahun, udah nanya and intip-intip ceritanya mamak-mamak kece yang udah berhasil weaning with love. Doakeun aja gue berhasil juga yaak! Hummm apa lagi yaaa... Dan karena Izan akan disapih tahun ini, insyaAllah dia bisa dilatih untuk lebih mandiri tahun ini, biar emaknye bisa lebih maksimal berusahe gituuuuuuh.... hehehehhee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh lupak, pan aye punya profesi dokter gigi juga pan yaaaak? Nah untuk ini gue akan usaha cari lowongan disini... Untuk yang ini kalimatnya pake "akan" bukan "mau" karena menurut gue "akan" itu masih belum pake "kemauan" hehehehehehhe.... Eh mau sih gue, tapi nggak sebesar kemauan gue berwirausaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan mimpi soal diving... ini pasrah dengan keuangan suami. Kan gue nggak berpenghasilan kece lagi sekarang, eh bukan nggak tapi belum! Yang jelas semoga tahun ini gue bisa ambil sertivikat untuk nambah level lagi. *kedipin suami*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah demikian lah kiranya cite-cite aye untuk 2012 dimana umur akan menjadi tujuh belas. Eh, ntar dulu!!! Camkan ini baik-baik wahai semesta.... umur gue boleh deh jadi kepala 3 tapi gue terlahir&amp;nbsp; dengan spirit untuk FOREVER TWENTIES!!!! Ehm, muka jugak! Gua tidak akan bertambah tuaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!! *langsung headstand* *dan daftar kelas yoga*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat datang 2012!!!!!! GUA NGGAK TAKUT DENGAN KEPALA TIGA!!!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!! -___-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-4681750428190402288?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/4681750428190402288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=4681750428190402288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4681750428190402288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4681750428190402288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-1155880930208449205</id><published>2011-12-18T22:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:50:35.142+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pindahan'/><title type='text'>My feet are now stepping in Balikpapan.</title><content type='html'>Hello from Balikpapan... yes I've finally moved in here! The only reason I postpone my moving for one week is because of workshop that I was asked to do for the best of UK festival, held by British Council. I never held any workshop before, and not that I have followed many workshops in my life. Hence the preparation was a lil bit stressful, cause I also should prepare for the moving, remember? But it's finally passed... so relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna talk about the workshop here, but you can have a peek &lt;a href="http://corallivingproject.blogspot.com/2011/12/coral-workshop-for-best-of-uk-festival.html"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the moving... Oh yess, as I expected.. uh, no wait.. What did I expect?? Well in short, after all the goodbyes with the whole family at Cengkareng Airport we finally arrived at Balikpapan on Monday night (December 12th), picked up by my uncle who lives here. After not-too-long-dinner and chat we then made it to La Grandeur Hotel, our temporary home until.... yeah, I'm questioning it too, I'm still not sure until when! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that my son thinks that we're on holiday, he's so excited and keep asking where is the horse so he can ride one. The bad news is that there is no horse here in Balikpapan... I suppose. Hopefully we can move to our new home at least this weekend, living in a hotel is good but not for too long. Besides, this so-called-five-stars-hotel doesn't seem to deserve its rate. The only thing that makes this hotel more sophisticated then others is its private beach but that's all. You can not even swim at the beach, I'm not sure why, but no body swim there as far as I know, and there's no life guard either so I won't risk my self and son to swim there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how about the city? It is good! You can spin around the city from one point to another and still have your afternoon to lazying on your room. The traffic is a looottttt friendlier then Jakarta's, the people are slow and relax, no body are in rush here, the sky is blue (though the temperature is pretty hot at day.... well, what can you expect when you live near the sea at a tropical country?!), most places are pretty clean.. The bad thing that you can get here is the waitress(es) might be not as friendly as in Jakarta. When you go to a restaurant or a shop at Jakarta, the waitress(es) or salesman(girl) will satisfy you with their very nice service.... that doesn't usually happen here. But at some places I still got a satisfaction service though! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I know that some of my friends live here, I still haven't meet anyone yet. Knowing that I still haven't got any friend yet can sometimes makes me feel a little bit lonely. On our first days at the hotel I met an Australian mom who lives in Sangatta. I met her when having breakfast with my son, her 3 y o son asked my son to seat beside him. I was happy knowing that my son and I can have new friends but it doesn't last long as they have to go back to Sangatta just 3 days after. I hope I can get&amp;nbsp; friend who also have child at my son's age, wont it be awesome?! That's why I'm trying to put my son to toddler school here, at least he can have new friends there. The school hunting is my main priority right now, and we're gonna do it tomorrow! Wish us luck???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-1155880930208449205?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/1155880930208449205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=1155880930208449205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1155880930208449205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1155880930208449205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-feet-are-now-stepping-in-balikpapan.html' title='My feet are now stepping in Balikpapan.'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-196753143714902935</id><published>2011-12-08T22:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T23:00:36.210+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap crap crap...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Kesurupan</title><content type='html'>Badan itu terguncang-guncang mengikuti hentakan batuk yang tidak habis-habis. Tiba-tiba saja perempuan itu batuk-batuk hebat, sesaat sebelumnya ia hanya duduk diam dengan gelas di tangan di salah satu sisi ruangan yang berisi orang-orang yang dikenalnya dengan baik. Orang-orang di sekitarnya pun mulai beraksi dengan gaya mereka masing-masing: ada yang hanya menanyakan dari jauh, ada yang mendadak panik, ada yang merasa paling tau apa yang terjadi, ada yang hanya diam kasihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batuk perempuan itu terdengar semakin aneh, semakin dalam dan kering tanpa dahak. Badannya terus berguncang, semakin dalam batuknya, semakin dalam pula kepalanya tertunduk. Hingga nyaris habis napasnya dan keningnya setitik menyentuh karpet kemudian batuk yang telah berlangsung selama tujuh menit itu tiba-tiba berhenti. Mungkin sebagian orang&amp;nbsp; mengira perempuan itu mati. Atau mungkin juga pingsan barangkali. Tapi sebelum mereka bereaksi lebih jauh tiba-tiba perempuan itu duduk tegak. Matanya merah, melotot tajam. Nafasnya bagai nafas pelari sehabis maraton. Semua bagian badannya dari ujung rambut sampai ujung kaki menunjukkan kemarahan yang meletup-letup.... ini Krakatau 1883!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mata merah nanar dan penuh amarah itu melotot ke sekeliling. Semua ia perhatikan, nggak ada yang luput dari sapuan lirikannya. Seluruh ruangan terdiam, bengong... apa pula ini? Ini macam hening paska gempa dahsyat, sesudahnya pastilah tsunami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BRENGSEK!!!! BEDEBAHHHHH!!!" sekonyong-konyong perempuan itu berdiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ELO!" perempuan menunjuk ke sosok yang hanya bertanya dari jauh tadi.&lt;br /&gt;"Muak gue sama gaya lo yang nggak peduli soal apa pun. Orang jatuh sampe nempel ke kulit lo juga lo nggak peduli, selama kulit lo nggak lecet itu bukan masalah lo. Monyong!!! Gaya lo sok bener, ngritik manusia sedunia. Muke lo jauh!!!Semua yang lo kritik di orang itu ada di muke lo! Jangkrik!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian mata nanar itu bergeser tiga puluh derajat...&lt;br /&gt;"ELO JUGA!!! Di dunia ini bukan cuma elo yang napas!!! Gue juga!!! Die, die , die, si jangkrik juga napas!!! Coba sono jalan pake sepatu gue, biar ente ngerti derita orang lain!!!! BAHLUL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kembali mendelik...&lt;br /&gt;"Ini lagi!!! Si tongseng! Tong kosong dari seng berisik amat macam satu-satunya siaran radio di dunia!!! Hemat-hemat bacot lo biar berat dikit otak lo!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...melengos ke sisi lain...&lt;br /&gt;"Elo!!! Salah kaprah hidup lo! Biar gitu tetep aja pede lo ya nilai orang lain?! Yang lo kira bener itu busuk semua di neraka!!!! Haaa...? Haaaaa...?? Nangis???? Dasar si Clara Bella sapi telenovela! Bulu mata gue anti tukang drama munafik macam ente!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...melengos lagi...&lt;br /&gt;"Yang ini pulak... hidup segan mati tak mau!! Pelik!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terakhir mata merah itu mendarat ke sebuah cermin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SETAN ALAS!!!!! KAMU!!!! PALING BUSUK SERUANGAN INI!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kemudian pingsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-196753143714902935?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/196753143714902935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=196753143714902935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/196753143714902935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/196753143714902935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/12/kesurupan.html' title='Kesurupan'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-6285475362973158717</id><published>2011-12-04T22:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:11:59.333+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pindahan'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Onyx X no. 18... and goodbye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2bpJ6DQos8/TtupcZlcILI/AAAAAAAABdE/2DfRbsSgeLE/s1600/DSC01453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2bpJ6DQos8/TtupcZlcILI/AAAAAAAABdE/2DfRbsSgeLE/s400/DSC01453.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onyx X. 18&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Seminggu ini jadi minggu yang melelahkan banget buat gue and Billy... terutama Billy deh kayanya, gue sih masih bisa curi-curi istirahat dengan alasan nenenin anak :p Belum kelar capek abis diving (plus nyetir pp jkt-anyer buat si big boss) besokannya langsung mulai ngepak-ngepak barang buat dikirim kloter pertama pake "mainan" barunya Billy, si Peres. Yang ngepak-ngepak sih Billy lagiiiih....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, bukannya waktu itu gue bilang jagonya ngepak itu cewe ketimbang laki yak? Yah, tapi pan laki aye sukarela lhooo ngepak-ngepak 40 eh 50 eh 60...err.. 70% barang! Alhamdulillah lah yaa... *cipokmesra*. Kasian dia, tepar tapi tetep kece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang jelas seminggu terakhir ini kita cukup pontang-panting, either physically or emotionally. Beneran, nggak pernah gue kira kalau ninggalin rumah ini bakalan segitu sedihnya, Billy pun sama. Gue masih inget pertama kali nginjekin kaki ke rumah itu, waktu Billy nunjukkin pas rumahnya masih dibangun, lagi proses masang-masang lantai... waktu itu gue and Billy masih dalam proses persiapan nikah ho ho ho... Gue juga masih inget pertama kalinya kita pindah ke rumah itu, itu rumah yang ke tiga diisi di cluster itu... Kita belum punya tetangga sampai cukup lama. Gue and Billy sempet puas main layangan di depan rumah yang anginnya kencang karena tanah-tanah masih kosong, padahal gue lagi hamil lumayan gede tapi ya bodo amat, orang nggak ada tetangga pan! Kita juga sempet puas main kembang api and petasan di halaman belakang rumah malam-malam, nggak ada yang protes... ga punya tetangga! (ini juga pas gue masih hamil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue masih inget pertama kita masuk rumah itu cuma bermodal kasur 160cm, AC di kamar, fan berdiri buat di ruang tengah, karpet merah gonjreng hadiah kawinan, tv 14 inch punyanya Billy dari jaman ngekos, kulkas, kompor 1 tungku, dispenser, sama panggangan roti! :))&amp;nbsp; TV di taro di atas kardus di ruang tengah, yang akhirnya emang jadi ruang TV, pertama kali bokap gue main ke rumah doi nyengir ngeliat TVnya yang kebanting sama ruangan yang kosong hehehe... Nggak lama mertua gue minjemin dua kursi piknik lipat pendek, lumayan buat kita nonton TV sambil megang piring kalau pas makan hahahaha... Kita bahkan belum punya lemari, segala baju-baju dihampar aja di atas tikar, sampe akhirnya pinjem gantungan dari mertua, dan akhirnya beli lemari ligna-lignaan buat sementara. Asal duit udah terkumpul dikit mulai pelan-pelan nyicil isi rumah. Gue masih inget waktu gue and Billy bingung milih mana yang lebih prioritas antara kitchen set sama wardrobe, dasar kita lebih mentingin perut, maka kitchen set yang menang :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue juga masih inget waktu mulai hunting gaya kamar bayi di internet, dan mulai bikin dengan nuansa yang mirip-mirip... dan setelah jadi hampir tiap malam gue masuk kamar itu sambil ngebayangi gimana kamarnya nanti kalau udah ada bayinya disitu.... :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue juga msaih inget waktu balik lagi ke rumah itu setelah seminggu numpang di rumah bokap nyokap setelah Izan lahir, gue inget banget gimana rasanya pas akhirnya gue bawa bayi ke kamar bayinya. :') Aaahhh... jadi sedih deh nih :'''')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue baru sadar belakangan kalo ternyata rumah itu bagian dari keluarga kecil gue selama ini, ikut ngeliat dari yang cuma ada gue and Billy, terus nongol Izan, Izan mulai belajar angkat kepala, megang, ngomong, jalan dan seterusnya.... :') Selama ini gue pikir gue bakalan happy-happy aja nyambut kepindahan, ternyata udah berapa kali dehgue mewek cuma gara-gara ninggalin rumah, baru rumah doang padahal, belum keluarga! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sini urusan masih lebih gampang, ada apa-apa orang tua dan mertua deket. Gue and Billy cukup kebantu banget sama mertua gue selama packing-packing kemaren, alhamdulillah. Gimana kehidupan di Balikpapan nanti yak??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... ini foto-foto packing-packing, chaosnya kargo, dan ruangan-ruangan di rumah akhirnya setelah kosong.... Welcome to Onyx X no. 18...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bB7ntnPLkUc/TtubY-HTBTI/AAAAAAAABXs/lW8n0ySaG2E/s1600/DSC01397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bB7ntnPLkUc/TtubY-HTBTI/AAAAAAAABXs/lW8n0ySaG2E/s400/DSC01397.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;kloter pertama&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5_5k-5BYXk/TtubV8FSE7I/AAAAAAAABXk/FfZwNoZmDQ8/s1600/DSC01403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5_5k-5BYXk/TtubV8FSE7I/AAAAAAAABXk/FfZwNoZmDQ8/s400/DSC01403.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;heboh!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xQv-wseFb0c/TtubctB7GfI/AAAAAAAABX0/wYqP3L6Wctk/s1600/DSC01400.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xQv-wseFb0c/TtubctB7GfI/AAAAAAAABX0/wYqP3L6Wctk/s400/DSC01400.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;si kurir shock :))&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8MSNQdEGo_A/Ttubfflb7cI/AAAAAAAABX8/gU9DKfXyq_k/s1600/DSC01402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8MSNQdEGo_A/Ttubfflb7cI/AAAAAAAABX8/gU9DKfXyq_k/s400/DSC01402.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sampai ketemu di Balikpapan, Peres!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pU2To_zow68/Ttuc15kNW9I/AAAAAAAABYM/e4_mfqPLmJc/s1600/IMG01974-20111201-0936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pU2To_zow68/Ttuc15kNW9I/AAAAAAAABYM/e4_mfqPLmJc/s400/IMG01974-20111201-0936.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;minjem 4 peti besi punya nyokap-bokap.. emak gue dulu pindahan pake belasan peti begituan malahan!!! whoa!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi-I_QVl_To/TtuhDX5Q_WI/AAAAAAAABZE/Wnl-TWZ1bkw/s1600/IMG01979-20111201-1915.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi-I_QVl_To/TtuhDX5Q_WI/AAAAAAAABZE/Wnl-TWZ1bkw/s400/IMG01979-20111201-1915.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTnaVMfFAyI/Ttug_wsSFeI/AAAAAAAABY8/paynCsJSDV4/s1600/IMG01978-20111201-1915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTnaVMfFAyI/Ttug_wsSFeI/AAAAAAAABY8/paynCsJSDV4/s400/IMG01978-20111201-1915.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;dapur dipack belakangan sama tukang cargo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xWYjSH4EfnQ/TtuhGe4EcaI/AAAAAAAABZM/bsScNtKScXk/s1600/IMG01980-20111201-1915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xWYjSH4EfnQ/TtuhGe4EcaI/AAAAAAAABZM/bsScNtKScXk/s400/IMG01980-20111201-1915.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;demikian adanya....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U65JUdpE3r8/Ttug56uyUVI/AAAAAAAABYs/Opbw0i6CzUk/s1600/IMG01981-20111201-1927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U65JUdpE3r8/Ttug56uyUVI/AAAAAAAABYs/Opbw0i6CzUk/s400/IMG01981-20111201-1927.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sedikit-sedikit mulai berkurang&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INmaXvKPUVA/TtuiLFFJnMI/AAAAAAAABZc/YEK0oP6ijvw/s1600/DSC01409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-INmaXvKPUVA/TtuiLFFJnMI/AAAAAAAABZc/YEK0oP6ijvw/s400/DSC01409.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66mkrocrLss/TtuiIJZIa9I/AAAAAAAABZU/LeU7z40iswg/s1600/DSC01410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66mkrocrLss/TtuiIJZIa9I/AAAAAAAABZU/LeU7z40iswg/s400/DSC01410.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mereka baru selesai jam 2.30 am!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZjReVTfYjY/TtujGJX1L3I/AAAAAAAABZ0/v5qQjk1tec8/s1600/DSC01412.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZjReVTfYjY/TtujGJX1L3I/AAAAAAAABZ0/v5qQjk1tec8/s400/DSC01412.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wow-WoOjYwg/TtujDxlaa2I/AAAAAAAABZs/sHIv0JSkESI/s1600/DSC01411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wow-WoOjYwg/TtujDxlaa2I/AAAAAAAABZs/sHIv0JSkESI/s400/DSC01411.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kamar tidur gue Billy Izan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hQfuJcws77Y/TtujIJOoGNI/AAAAAAAABZ8/m5WwKNctoxw/s1600/DSC01414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hQfuJcws77Y/TtujIJOoGNI/AAAAAAAABZ8/m5WwKNctoxw/s400/DSC01414.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9bOnEFJ46vA/TtujLKIcUnI/AAAAAAAABaE/B5Fe7RUBIhI/s1600/DSC01415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9bOnEFJ46vA/TtujLKIcUnI/AAAAAAAABaE/B5Fe7RUBIhI/s400/DSC01415.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;kamar mandi atas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYozGIbBMic/TtujNbdRfqI/AAAAAAAABaM/rJAp_TlwAU4/s1600/DSC01416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYozGIbBMic/TtujNbdRfqI/AAAAAAAABaM/rJAp_TlwAU4/s400/DSC01416.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRBESvlUoSE/TtujPfk41eI/AAAAAAAABaU/7r9vbSmjEkg/s1600/DSC01417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRBESvlUoSE/TtujPfk41eI/AAAAAAAABaU/7r9vbSmjEkg/s400/DSC01417.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-51bEmbYjIUE/TtujRPsBH8I/AAAAAAAABac/WUpBER9OM8Q/s1600/DSC01418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-51bEmbYjIUE/TtujRPsBH8I/AAAAAAAABac/WUpBER9OM8Q/s400/DSC01418.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UKOHZPU3K-A/TtujTLSdfhI/AAAAAAAABak/yc3rMwGTRAg/s1600/DSC01419.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UKOHZPU3K-A/TtujTLSdfhI/AAAAAAAABak/yc3rMwGTRAg/s400/DSC01419.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-43ohr2jyuIg/TtujU1RwjMI/AAAAAAAABas/VwN8anrhdkM/s1600/DSC01420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-43ohr2jyuIg/TtujU1RwjMI/AAAAAAAABas/VwN8anrhdkM/s400/DSC01420.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;kamar Izan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u7IAhGR7E7k/TtujXG9_skI/AAAAAAAABa0/ZZ93-KUBoYo/s1600/DSC01421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u7IAhGR7E7k/TtujXG9_skI/AAAAAAAABa0/ZZ93-KUBoYo/s400/DSC01421.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bllOMJzFbt4/TtujcUTO2cI/AAAAAAAABbE/uoqtjKYdxy8/s1600/DSC01423.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bllOMJzFbt4/TtujcUTO2cI/AAAAAAAABbE/uoqtjKYdxy8/s400/DSC01423.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3j_bXsq60Wk/TtujZisHhXI/AAAAAAAABa8/kkyUB1BVFWs/s1600/DSC01422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3j_bXsq60Wk/TtujZisHhXI/AAAAAAAABa8/kkyUB1BVFWs/s400/DSC01422.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tempat terpaporit gue di rumah... hiks... dapur... hiks... baik-baik ditinggal mamak yaaaak! :')&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHxkyCFsZjk/TtujBxj5xGI/AAAAAAAABZk/WL9h4hVqSFA/s1600/DSC01424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHxkyCFsZjk/TtujBxj5xGI/AAAAAAAABZk/WL9h4hVqSFA/s400/DSC01424.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;siap-siap capcuss&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utDxe_0kaEM/TtulVoK2WkI/AAAAAAAABbM/m8CS9t_OVuc/s1600/DSC01448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utDxe_0kaEM/TtulVoK2WkI/AAAAAAAABbM/m8CS9t_OVuc/s400/DSC01448.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ze33_OmRRlo/TtulXjjD2UI/AAAAAAAABbU/SuliPtpu9Q8/s1600/DSC01442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ze33_OmRRlo/TtulXjjD2UI/AAAAAAAABbU/SuliPtpu9Q8/s400/DSC01442.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;kamar bawah / kamar tamu tapi biasa buat jadi "sarang" mainannya Izan :))&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVfy5blv8Oc/TtulZ55nfrI/AAAAAAAABbc/6MO27hOvkec/s1600/DSC01443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVfy5blv8Oc/TtulZ55nfrI/AAAAAAAABbc/6MO27hOvkec/s400/DSC01443.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;juragan kamar :))&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7BcCsszQtVk/TtumGF_rTUI/AAAAAAAABb8/zkIwIzyXldE/s1600/DSC01461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7BcCsszQtVk/TtumGF_rTUI/AAAAAAAABb8/zkIwIzyXldE/s400/DSC01461.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RozB-zRxhRA/Ttul_TNrmJI/AAAAAAAABbk/Amz-fCWDqAk/s1600/DSC01462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RozB-zRxhRA/Ttul_TNrmJI/AAAAAAAABbk/Amz-fCWDqAk/s400/DSC01462.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the living room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8bJ3ul79XA/TtumBdaynKI/AAAAAAAABbs/SRcydhA8UHc/s1600/DSC01456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8bJ3ul79XA/TtumBdaynKI/AAAAAAAABbs/SRcydhA8UHc/s400/DSC01456.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;dining room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E73vqVjcyCM/TtumDxScQPI/AAAAAAAABb0/yKBUyUy-cSI/s1600/DSC01460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E73vqVjcyCM/TtumDxScQPI/AAAAAAAABb0/yKBUyUy-cSI/s400/DSC01460.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ruang tengah plus AC yang sempet dinikmatin 3 hari terakhir hehehe... (requestnya yang ngontrak) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dileJB-cIYo/TtunNYi2K6I/AAAAAAAABcM/w9LgH-KiLiU/s1600/DSC01429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dileJB-cIYo/TtunNYi2K6I/AAAAAAAABcM/w9LgH-KiLiU/s400/DSC01429.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;koosyong.. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q59-3f2OlQc/TtunPqMeJ0I/AAAAAAAABcU/TBk-P2E0tkw/s1600/DSC01431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q59-3f2OlQc/TtunPqMeJ0I/AAAAAAAABcU/TBk-P2E0tkw/s400/DSC01431.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;keringin bulu ketek :p&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_Jj0CXuUAA/TtunR_BfHlI/AAAAAAAABcc/1DpzesNoTT8/s1600/DSC01434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_Jj0CXuUAA/TtunR_BfHlI/AAAAAAAABcc/1DpzesNoTT8/s400/DSC01434.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto-foto dulu sebelum capcusss...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IwL_MiAWTT8/TtuoKSafnWI/AAAAAAAABc8/zdBZsJofQwE/s1600/DSC01457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IwL_MiAWTT8/TtuoKSafnWI/AAAAAAAABc8/zdBZsJofQwE/s400/DSC01457.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;halaman belakang, nyaris dipermak dengan segala kolam gantung, bagus nggak jadi...nggak taunya pindeeeeh... :p&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EeF0KVgRYto/Ttun_RVoqcI/AAAAAAAABck/ti-TED1wWbI/s1600/DSC01449.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EeF0KVgRYto/Ttun_RVoqcI/AAAAAAAABck/ti-TED1wWbI/s400/DSC01449.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;:')&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZN6TWLO6hs/TtuoDAUqS3I/AAAAAAAABcs/klbcfekOT1w/s1600/DSC01454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZN6TWLO6hs/TtuoDAUqS3I/AAAAAAAABcs/klbcfekOT1w/s400/DSC01454.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;halaman depan, walaupun tak terlalu terawat tapi kami cintaak!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xkjybnyne-I/TtuoHMaoyTI/AAAAAAAABc0/DnaZfDcgxi4/s1600/DSC01455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xkjybnyne-I/TtuoHMaoyTI/AAAAAAAABc0/DnaZfDcgxi4/s400/DSC01455.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;nggak metik nanas merah ini deh... yang ngontrak deh yang asoy deh, ya gitu deh, ya udah deh...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nWUPUHQIpjE/TtunLDTHcyI/AAAAAAAABcE/UAfXR2FTzqg/s1600/DSC01438.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nWUPUHQIpjE/TtunLDTHcyI/AAAAAAAABcE/UAfXR2FTzqg/s400/DSC01438.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;dadaaaaah Onyx X 18!!!!! :''')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;goood byeeeee.... soooo looonggg.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-6285475362973158717?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/6285475362973158717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=6285475362973158717&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/6285475362973158717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/6285475362973158717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcome-to-onyx-x-no-18-and-goodbye.html' title='Welcome to Onyx X no. 18... and goodbye!'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2bpJ6DQos8/TtupcZlcILI/AAAAAAAABdE/2DfRbsSgeLE/s72-c/DSC01453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-2328844471731756557</id><published>2011-11-27T23:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:03:57.820+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dive'/><title type='text'>Drift Dive Shangyang</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv4p_R6Ihnw/TtKMzE5Zj7I/AAAAAAAABXc/Kn9_HOt61d0/s1600/DSC01340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv4p_R6Ihnw/TtKMzE5Zj7I/AAAAAAAABXc/Kn9_HOt61d0/s400/DSC01340.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Belakangan ini gue banyak pergi-pergi dengan tema "wada'". Wada' as in pergi haji, ada yang namanya tawaf wada' atau tawaf perpisahan di akhir hajinya. Gue and suami pun bikin jalan-jalan wada', naik kuda wada', sate maranggi wada'. mie akung wada', sate padang grogol wada'... Dan yang terakhir kita bikin dive near Jakarta wada'! Singkatnya diving di sekitaran Jakarta ini ada di list agenda wada' kita deh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kemarin akhirnya kita pergi dengan gegap gempita menuju Anyer. Berangkat jam 5.30 dari rumah bareng the in laws. Nantinya mertua gue bakalan nolongin jagain anak selama gue and suami nyelam. Semua senang, semua riang... HOREEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekitar jam 7.30 kita sampe Anyer langsung cari hotel, hotel murah-murah aja buat anak gue main-main selama emak bapaknya nyelam. Persiapan ninggalin anak ini lumayan heboh deh, segala mainan dibawa, mertua gue juga bawa mainan seember... malahan sehari sebelumnya kita sempat ragu mau pergi lantaran anak gue macam nggak mood karena lagi recovery habis sakit. Tapi akhirnya ya pergi juga deh, tentunya dengan segala persiapan tempur yang matang supaya anak gue lupa sebentar sama Umminya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 8 pagi kita sampai di dermaga... ngaret-ngaret dikiiit dan akihrnya kapal berangkat sekitar jam 9 kurang, atau setengah sembilan ya? Yang jelas kapal yang bawa kita dan segala perlengkapan selam akhirnya berhenti sekitar jam 10 kurang. Ada 9 orang yang mau diving hari itu, plus 2 dive guides; gue and Billy, ada bapak sama anak perempuannya yang keliatannya masih SMP atau SMA gitu, 2 perempuan yang keduanya baru saling kenal pagi itu, dan satu pasangan (gue ga tau dah mereka hubungannya apa :p), satu laki-laki, dan yang terakhir ya para dive guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapal berhenti di dive spot yang namanya Labuan Bajo, lautnya kotor, banyak sampah, dan baru kemudian gue tau kalau tercemar sama semacam minyak kaya gemuk yang orang-orang kapal nyebutnya "aspal" atau "ter".... parah! Hari cerah banget, tapi diver nggak pernah tau gimana keadaan arus di bawah. Sebelum turun guides kasih briefing sedikit dan netapin buddies.Buddiesnya udah keliatan sih: gue sama Billy, si bapak sama anaknya, si pasangan itu, cewe berdua, yang cowo satu kayanya nimbrung sama dua cewe tadi, satu guide di depan, satu di belakang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefing kelar, semua siap-siap dan penuh semangat nyemplung dan byuuurrrr! Tanpa basi-basi kita pun langsung turun daaaaaan.... langsung dibawa arus kenacaaaang, visibility jelek banget rasanya nggak sampai 5 meter. Untungnya tabung-tabung oksigennya warnanya gonjreng-gonjreng: pink and kuning stabilo, kalau warna silver biasa pasti tambah susah ngikutinnya. Gue nggak sempet liat apa-apa, cuma konsentrasi sama warna tabung yang samar-samar keliatan di depan gue, kita semua kebawa arus. Nggak cukup sama maslah arus dan visibility buruk, buoyancy pun error! Pokoknya blehek deh! Karena rencana diving yang sedikit dadakan, gue lupa ngerendam divesuit dulu sehari sebelumnya, alhasil gue lebih buoyant padahal udah pake 4 pemberat 2 kg. So yang terjadi adalah: arus kencang, visibility buruk, dan bad performance buoyancy = kombo dodol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil samar-samar ngikutin si guide di depan ternyata nggak sadar kita udah nyampe di kedalaman 33 meter. Yeah, koleksi license sih ada deep dive specialty, tapi kalo arus kenceng visibility buruk plus buoyancy kontrol jelek, di kedalaman segitu jiper juga yaaak! Untunglah si guide langsung sadar kalo kita udah kebawa terlalu dalam dan mulai naik lagi pelan-pelan sambil tetap dibawa arus. Ada satu moment yang gue nggak bisa liat siapa-siapa lagi, depan-belakang nggak keliatan siapa-siapa, Billy juga nggak keliatan dimana. At that moment gue mulai sedikit panik, tapi berusahaaaaa banget atur napas normal. Gue nggak ngerti medan, yang gue tau cuman pulau mestinya ada di sebleah kiri gue, itu juga kalau gue nggak disorientasi gara-gara arus (ternyata arus ngebawa ke arah sebaliknya dan pulau di sebelah kanan), pokoknya pasrah sejadinya-jadinya... mana si dive com marah-marah mulu bunyi pip pip pip gara-gara buoyancy blehe yang bikin gue naik-naik terus. Pokoknya kalo nggak bisa liat siapa-siapa lagi&amp;nbsp; dalam satu menit gue naik deh! Tapi nggak sampe semenit mulai keliatan samar-samar tabung pink dan kuning gonjreng, dan nggak lama tiba-tiba Billy muncul di atas gue yang langsung gue samperin dan pegang tangannya... sekarang aman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dive pertama gue cuma 21 menit, tanpa lihat apa-apa. Begitu semua naik ke permukaan gue langsung bilang ke Billy, ini dive terburuk gue... ini macam masuk laut buat naik eskalator doang! hehehe... Eh tapi begitu naik ke permukaan ternyata yang muncul cuma 6 orang, lah yang lima lagi mana??? Yah, pastinya kebawa arus juga, mungkin lebih jauh, karena kayanya kita liat kapalnya lebih jauuuuuh ke err... yah meneketehe deh saat itu mana barat mana timur, dive com exclude kompas soalnya!:p Nggak satu pun dari kita bawa sosis buat penanda ke kapal, jadi yaa kita sabar nunggu di permukaan. Nunggu...nunggu...nunggu... nungguuuuuu.... kenapa kapalnya nggak datang-datang ya? Ada masalah kah sama diver yang lain? Oh semoga tidak! Akhirnya si guide (namanya Wila) ngajak kita buat berenang mendekat ke darat sampai akhirnya jalan ke pantai. Jalan ke pantai ini bikin gue marah-marah sendiri, karena ternyata hampir semua permukaan ditumbuhin coral ranting yang masih kecil-kecil!! Sebel luar biasa saat itu, tapi yah gimana lagi... :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SoZMdd_a5v4/TtJ4AzKiaOI/AAAAAAAABWE/NNHQZ6ZfQgY/s1600/DSC01335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SoZMdd_a5v4/TtJ4AzKiaOI/AAAAAAAABWE/NNHQZ6ZfQgY/s400/DSC01335.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotong gears ke darat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6CKUG3hOxw/TtJ4RcQCYQI/AAAAAAAABWM/OmvcN89ulTM/s1600/DSC01349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6CKUG3hOxw/TtJ4RcQCYQI/AAAAAAAABWM/OmvcN89ulTM/s400/DSC01349.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pulau Shangiang (kamera lupa dilap! :p)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQxbhmOj0I8/TtJ5ELHx-wI/AAAAAAAABWc/qlEFh-s8oJg/s1600/DSC01351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQxbhmOj0I8/TtJ5ELHx-wI/AAAAAAAABWc/qlEFh-s8oJg/s400/DSC01351.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;yang terdampar nunggu kapal tak kunjung datang&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ok4v_2iEkbA/TtJ54IU_i2I/AAAAAAAABWs/tsObMGj7VWM/s1600/DSC01347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ok4v_2iEkbA/TtJ54IU_i2I/AAAAAAAABWs/tsObMGj7VWM/s400/DSC01347.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;either kena nitrogen sarkosis atau efek terdampar dan lapar :))&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uk6MN5qYKL0/TtJ6SrZk7bI/AAAAAAAABW0/_Re7zXDinH0/s1600/DSC01342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uk6MN5qYKL0/TtJ6SrZk7bI/AAAAAAAABW0/_Re7zXDinH0/s400/DSC01342.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;obral&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcGM8eaIrLU/TtJ60PdeorI/AAAAAAAABW8/XntSI4Hlq94/s1600/DSC01345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcGM8eaIrLU/TtJ60PdeorI/AAAAAAAABW8/XntSI4Hlq94/s400/DSC01345.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;jauuuh juga yaaa jalannya sampe ke darat!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu sampai ke permukaan baru deh ketauan kalau semua yang melekat ke badan kita kena oli atau aspal atau ter atau gemuk atau apalah itu. Divesuit yang warnanya bukan hitam (gue deeeh) keliatan kaya abis montir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah nunggu lebih satu jam di pulau, akhirnya kapalnya datang juga. Kita balik jalan lagi ke kapal bawa google, fin, kamera sementara lainnya ditinggal, nantinya dijemput crew kapal. Ternyata kapal lama karena nyari-nyari kita, which is good news karena gue sempet khawatir kalau sampe kenapa-kenapa sama divers yang lain kan nggak lucu. Mereka ternyata terlambat turun karena ada diver yang susah descending, sementara kita yang udah turun duluan langsung disambut mesra sama arus. Weh.. weh... diving satu gatot! Begitu sampe kapal kita langsung makan, terus lanjut ke dive berikutnya. Terdampar satu jam tadi dihitung jadi surface interval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dive kedua di err... di... bah gue lupa pula namanya! Yang jelas setelah kita semua selesai makan dan semua gears udah naik ke kapal, kapal pun jalan sedikit sampai di dive spot yang ini. Sekali lagi, divers nggak pernah tau gimana arus di bawah sana. Kita semua siap-siap sambil dikasih briefing singkat. Si anak dan bapaknya nggak ikutan diving di dive kedua, anaknya trauma katanya... gara-gara arus plus semua dive gearsnya yang keliatannya baru kinclong dan serba baby pink jadi bluwek hancurrr kena oli! Duh, kasihan... Pembagian buddy seperti biasa, cuma si dua cewe tadi ganti buddy, (ealah mereka pun kepisah di dive pertama) mereka lebih pede kalo berbuddy lalaki gituh. Peralatan siap dan kita pun nyeburrr byuuurrrr...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visibility ternyata lumayan, nggak separah sebelumnya tapi tetep nggak lebih 10 meter rasanya. Oh ya, karena buoyancy blehek sebelumnya, gue akhirnya nambah pemberat 2 kilo lagi, buoyancy pun lebih baik malah cenderung sedikit keberatan karena divesuit gue udah basah, tapi ya mendingan daripada ketarik ke atas mulu. Awalnya semua senang sampe tiba-tiba ada arus lagi. Tapi arus pun awalnya masih biasa-biasa aja, ditengah-tengah arus masih sempet gue and Billy difoto sama salah satu guide. Tapi tiba-tiba, tiba-tibaaaa aja, yang di depan gue hilang semua, dan arus mendadak kencang... kencang sekaleeeee macam naik motor! Gue nengok ke belakang, lucky, masih ada guide yang satu lagi, si Wila. Langsung gue kasih isyarat buat ber-buddy. Kita nggak bisa ngapa-ngapain kecuali pasrah sama arus. Arus tambah kencang.. visibility mulai jelek, gue takut kalau tiba-tiba gue mendadak kepisah sama Wila macam gue kepisah sama orang-orang yang lain tadi, akhirnya gue gandeng aja tangannya Wila. Tetep pasrah sama arus, tapi masih bisa deh curi-curi pandang ke koral dikit, tapi ya koralnya aja, boro-boro sempet melototin apa-apa, arusnya buru-buru bener macam ngejar pesawat. Beberapa kali Wila mukul-mukul tangki buat kasih tau posisi ke yang lain, tapi nihil balasan, dan kita nggak bisa lihat divers yang lain. Beberapa kali arus sempet berhenti, tapi nggak lama sreeeeet... balik lagi kebawa arus. Gue udah disorientasi deh, ini arus bawa gue kemana deh tau! Dan ada masa-masa yang kita pun ngelawn arus.... bah, sodara-sodara, ngelawan arus ini capeeeeeeek sekaliiiiii! Pada saat itu kedalaman maksimal 16 meter. Selama ini (alhamdulillah, insyaAllah) gue cukup percaya diri di kedalaman above 18 meter, saat itu pun gue masih PD aja, paling tidak gue masih punya buddy toh. Tapi pas akhirnya Wila memutuskan untuk naik (buru-buru bener deh dia naiknya, 3 minutes stop pun nggak dapet) di kedalaman 14 meter gue baru nyadar kalau gue bener-bener berasa ada di tengah-tengah sup keruh yang gue nggak bisa liat apa-apa di bawah, atas, depan, belakang, kecuali Wila... sisanya air keruh! Ada satu spot yang gue pikir gue liat tangki diver lain eh ternyata setelah diamatin lama nggak taunya plastik ngambang... gitu deh saking jeleknya visibility. Nah, gue bersukur bener deh masih ada Wila, jiper gue saat itu. Alhamdulillah kali itu (belajar dari pengalaman dive sebelumnya) si Wila bawa sosis buat kasih tau kapal, dan ternyata kita divers yang kebawa arus paling jauh, yang lain udah naik ke kapal. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu gue kepisah sama Billy tadi, gue rada was-was takut-takut kalau Billy ternyata ada di belakang gue yang artinya dia kepisah sendiri, tapi toh dia lebih pengalaman dari gue, level pun lebih tinggi, so I believe he knows what to do for every situation. E tapi ternyata dia ada di depan gue dan ikut rombongan yang di depan. (ealah bininya ditinggal! -___-")&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut Billy, dari 7 divers yang udah kepisah duluan sama gue pun sempat kepisah-pisah lagi. Tiba-tiba dua hilang, salah satunya kemudaian cerita kalau dive timenya ternyata cuma 15 menit, mereka ngikutin aturan tunggu 1 menit. Billy sempet kepisah dari guide yang satu lagi dan dia berusaha mati-matian buat ngejar dan akhirnya ketemu. Gokil ye arusnya! Kocar-kacir semua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di surface interval yang kedua, setelah sholat di kapal gue akhirnya ketiduran. Ngelawan arus plus safety stop yang kurang mumpuni bikin kepala gue nyut-nyutan. Karena gue and Wila divers terakhir yang naik ke kapal, jadi surface interval ngikutin waktu kita. Si Wila pun ternyata ketiduran :p. Capek yeee ngelawan arus! hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dive yang ketiga di tempat yang namanya Batu Mandi. Kali ini yang turun berkurang lagi satu, yang laki-laki sendirian kapok sama arus gila tadi, dia ternyata salah satu dari yang dive timenya cuma 15 menit. Visibility lumayan, kita pun turun nggak lebih dari 10 meter, tapi karena kita terlalu shallow jadi kebawa arus yang terombang-ambing macam air di permukaan yang mendekat ke darat. Dive ketiga ini lumayan, tapi karena gue sebenernya masih rada trauma sama arus dari dua dives sebelumnya, plus bener-bener capeeeek sekali rasanya (sempet kepikiran buat nggak ikutan juga sebenernya, tapi ya sudah lah), gue pengennya gandengan terus sama Billy. Dan gue nggak mau repot, nggak mau kicking banyak-banyak, ngikut Billy aja deh... capeeeek hehehehe... Tapi ya, di dive ketiga ini rasanya sempiiiiit bener! Semua divers kayanya cukup trauma dengan kejadian sebelumnya, jadilah pada nempel-nempel rapat-rapat. Billy doang tuh yang kesebelan sama divers macam sarden dan misah sendiri, and si Willa yang stand by di belakang Billy. Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyNstIF8c40/TtKLa1ixaiI/AAAAAAAABXM/rEirrjR-Pw4/s1600/DSC01358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyNstIF8c40/TtKLa1ixaiI/AAAAAAAABXM/rEirrjR-Pw4/s400/DSC01358.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Batu Mandi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqKrqPjMv9A/TtKL7T9n8DI/AAAAAAAABXU/UsI4Jvc9SvA/s1600/DSC01359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqKrqPjMv9A/TtKL7T9n8DI/AAAAAAAABXU/UsI4Jvc9SvA/s400/DSC01359.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;suasana di kapal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitu deh ceritanya dive wada' seputaran Jakarta. Gue nggak megang kamera selama di bawah laut, ngasih kesempatan Billy yang baru pertama dive di Shangyang. E tapi dengan arus macam itu nggak banyak pun yang bisa dia foto. :) Yaaah lumayan lah walau pun nggak sempet liat banyak, tapi cukup lah buat nambah-nambah dive log dan pengalaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekitar jam 5 kita mendarat kembali di pulau Jawa.... langsung disambut ceria sama anak dan langsung ditagih nenen :)) Alhamdulillah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: tips nyuci alat diving yang kena aspal/ter/gemuk/oli, pakailah minyak kayu putih.... ilaaaang!!! mejiiiiiik! (yang seharian habis nyikatin divesuit!) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-2328844471731756557?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/2328844471731756557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=2328844471731756557&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/2328844471731756557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/2328844471731756557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/11/drift-dive-shangyang.html' title='Drift Dive Shangyang'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv4p_R6Ihnw/TtKMzE5Zj7I/AAAAAAAABXc/Kn9_HOt61d0/s72-c/DSC01340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-5514225982208024565</id><published>2011-11-18T23:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T00:23:59.579+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap crap crap...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pindahan'/><title type='text'>Mega Packing!</title><content type='html'>Belakangan ini gue bingung pengen pilih topik apa buat posting di blog... Kan ceritanya pengen mulai rutin ngeblog gitu. Mana minggu kemaren nggak sempet ngeblog pula. :p Tadinya bingung antara mau ngepost tentang liburan "wada'" atau apa kek gitu, tapi pas malam ini gue abis telponan sama suami ngebahas urusan packing-packing. Uhhh... itu kata sakti emang lagi jadi obstacle banget di kapala saat ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue tau gue harus packing, cepat atau lambat yang namanya packing buat pindahan itu harus gue lewatin. Tapi gue milih buat nganggap pindahannya itu masih lama... kan sekarang masih Nopember sementara pindahannya Desember, masih sebulan, masih lamaaaa. Gue lebih milih untuk ngumpetin kalender ketimbang pusing mikirin waktu yang sebenernya makin mepet. Gue cuma mau liat kalender cuma dari jarak 3 mater aja, itu pun yang diliat kalender meja, yang artinya untuk mata rada-siwer-tapi-kece-gue itu nggak kelihatan apa-apa kecuali warna hitam sama merah doang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi setelah ngobrol sama suami tadi, gue baru melek kalau rumah tinggal kita ini harus diserah-terimain ke pengontraknya tanggal 3 Desember. Artinya tanggal 2 Desember rumah itu harus kosong kecuali perabotan yang ditinggalin untuk si penyewa. Wooooiiiii 2 Desember itu DUA MINGGU lagi woooooiiiiii!!!!!!! (Iya book, akhirnya gue liat tanggalan juga di hp barusan) Makanya deh gue nggak bisa tidur sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumnya gue sempet nyeletuk "stress kalo udah mikirin soal packing" ke suami, ternyata kata "stress" gue itu jadi pikiran juga buat dese. Dia mau jadi volunteer buat ngepack segala barang, biar gue tenang-tenang aja dan terima beres. Oh he is super awesome! But NO, thank you very much. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seluruh jagad raya juga tau, masternya urusan packing di antara dua gender yang diakui secara hukum dinobatkan ke perempewi yaaa. Kalo yang dipack baju-baju atau kain sih gue mungkin nggak masalah nyerahin ke laki gue (itu juga kalo tega), tapi kalau perabotan pecah belah.... nggak papa deh beib, aku aja yang refot! :p&lt;br /&gt;Maka dari itu beban dari kata sakti yang berbunyi "peking" ini masih duduk gembrod di atas bahu gue... huffff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue nyoba mempermudahdengan membagi-bagikan ruangan buat ngepak-ngepakin barang. Untungnya rumah gue bukan yang kebanyakan barang sih yaaa.... Pertama gue emang nggak suka dengan rumah yang kebanyakan barang deh ya, dan gue bersukur dengan benefit yang gue dapat dari ketidak-sukaan gue itu! Kita mulai dari kamar utama, alias kamar tidur gue dan suami dan anak... yah kayanya kita cuma perlu ngosongin isi lemari aja. Lemarinya 5 pintu besar dan 5 pintu kecil, isinya kebanyakan baju, tas-tas (untung gue juga bukan emak-emak rempong yang kebanyakan tas), dive gears, buku-buku (which is sebenernya itu cuma upil dari koleksi buku-buku gue dan suami yang sebagian besar sampai saat ini kita umpetin di rumah orangtua masing-masing karena belum punya rak buku kece di rumah, dan rencananya semua buku-buku kita mau dibawa hijrah juga padahal.... eh ntar dulu deh, gue mesti minum.... mendadak migren!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip aja deh ya ke kamar anak. Haaa ini kayanya lebih lega. Ada box bayi yang tinggal dilipat, rockingchair yang tinggal dilipat doang, baju-baju anak gue yang masih kepake maupun udah nggak kepake... tapi yaaah baju anak gue kan mini-mini so I guess it wont be hard to pack. Teruuuus isi lemari anak yang diramaikan oleh seprei2, sisa kado, mainan anak maupun bapake. Terus isi rak baju yang didominasi sama baju-baju anak gue yang sekarang dia pake (ini sih nggak masalah insyaAllah), dan botol-botol ASIP! Asal tau aje yeee.... alhamdulillah dulu ASI gue lumayan melimpe jadi gue punya koleksi sekitar antara 60-80 botol ASIP, gue pun nggak inget. Pokoknya buanyaaaakkk!!! Pe Er deh itu ntar ngebungkus and ngepaknya! *minum air lagi banyak-banyak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pindah ke kamar tamu di bawah.... Isi lemarinya didominasi sama barang-barang yang nyaris jarang dilirik (udah jarang diulirik tapi tetep kudu diboyong juga hijrah... preeet!). Dan isi kamarnya dikuasai sama mainan-mainan anak gue. Yah mainan bisa di atur lah, ngepaknya harus khusus yang ini, dan kudu ngkiut sama anak gue... nah lo belum tau kan itu barang-barang mau dikirim kemana.... ntar dulu cerita bagian alamat palsunya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagian yang paling bikin migren lainnya adalah DAPUR! Huuuffff.... Dapur itu adalah bagian rumah paling paporit buat gue setelah kasur. Dapur gue baru beberapa bulan belakangan ini disulap sama laki gue akhirnya jadi dapur impian gue. Ntar kapan-kapan gue kasih liat fotonyaya*masukkin "foto-fotoin kenangan rumah" ke dalam to do list*. Tentunya para mamak juga tau, dibalik lemari-lemari dapur itu lah yang paling banyak tersembunyi barang-barang yang ngepaknya pun nggak gampang! HIiiisssshhhhh.......!!!!! *tenggak panadol!* Hiks... dapur impian, perjodohan kita rupanya tak berumur panjang... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geser dikit dari dapur, gue punya freezer sakti yang sampe sekarang masih jadi rumah buat botol-botol ASIP gue yang kalo ga salah jumlahnya ada 18 botol terisi penuh. Nah yaaaaa.... mana anak gue sekarang udah nggak pernah dikasih ASIP pula, mana anak gue juga paling ogah minum ASIP kalo yang ngasih emaknya... pasti dia bilng "becanda ya? hari gini ASIP dikasih Ummi??? I can see you and your nenen very well, Ummi!" -___-* Apa kabar tu ASIP, dan gimana cara packing freezer... mikirnya aja udah mig... ah sudahlah. *buang napas*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisanya tinggal gudang dan garasi.... bagian yang itu biar laki gue aja deh yaa... hehehehe. Untungnya gue dan suami berencana nyewain rumah termasuk dengan perabotannya macam sofa-sofa, kasur dan elektronik besar macam kulkas atau yang dipasang permanen macam AC. Eh, errr.... mesin cuci juga ditinggal apa nggak ya? Auk dah.... packing mesin cuci itu giman....aaaaahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah pokoknya dengan sewa yang include perabotan, ruang tamu, ruang makan, sama ruang tengah nggak perlu ikut-ikutan nambah pikiran buat gue. Haa... gue baru inget... ada lagi tempat nyimpen barang yang paling jarang dipake di lemari bawah tangga, yang debunya nauzubile. Ya Robbi.... andaikan gue punya bedinde. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, sekarang cerita soal alamat palsu yaaa... Yang paling seru dari urusan pindahan ini adalah karena di minggu-minggu awal kehidupan kita di balikpapan nanti kemungkinan besar kita belum punya tempat tinggal. Jadi kita nginep di hotel dulu. Ini seru... kapan lagi puas nginep di hotel kece dibayarin kaaan.... mudah-mudahan include makan 3x sehari yeee!&amp;nbsp; *ngarep* *banget!* Bisa include spa juga nggak ya? *dijitak boss suami* eh kasian yaaa laki gue dikacungin sama perusahannya hahahaha.... disuruh pindah manuuut, disuruh kesini manuuut... hahahahaha! (mrs belagak-wirausahawan sok komentar nggak mutu :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, balik lagi ke urusan pindahan... karena kita di Balikpapan sana belum punya alamat ( eh ya, lo pasti bingung kok gue and suami nekad amat pindah tapi nggak nyari tempat tinggal dulu.... ntar gue terangin) jadi barang-barang yang udah dipak ini pada bingung mau dikirim kemanaaaaa... kemanaaaaa.. dimanaaaa... *nyanyi* Nah, biar laki gue deh yang bingung, tapi semogaaa yaaaaa.....semogaaaaa kita nggak perlu menyusahkan siapa-siapa dengan barang-barang yang banyaknya hompimpa alaihum gambreng! Semogaaa... amiiin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urusan tempat tinggal... kebetulan laki aye, dengan segala kondisi yang ada, berhak dapat housing disana yang disediain kantor, dan tinggal di housingnya itu udah include perabotan untungya, makanya kita juga ngontrakin rumah beserta perabotan. Tapiiiii.... untuk mulai menempati housing itu perlu waktu, karena rumahnya perlu disiapin dulu, poles-poles dikit dari bekas ditinggalin sama host yang sebelumnya. Gue pun dulu waktu pindah ke Balikpapan tahun 1989 juga ngalamin yang sama. Actually it would be funny if I happendly stay at the exact house where I've stayed 19 years ago hehehe... bahkan bokap gue becanda bilang "kalo kamu ternyata dapat rumah di Gunung Utara nomor 22, Papa mau mau main ke rumah kamu dan Papa mau tidur di kamar Papa dulu!" hehehe... tapi nggak, kita bakal tinggal di komplek yang beda. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaah... demikianlah kiranya uneg-uneg saya pemirsa. Gue seneng-seneng aja mau punya kehidupan baru bentar lagi (walaupun cemasnya udah mulai nongol) tapi kalo urusan packing yaaah.... emang sesuatu banget deh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: mengingat minggu-minggu ke depan bakalan cukup tension buat gue and suami, semoga kita tetep berkepala dingin aja yaaaa...&amp;nbsp; doain yaaaa.... amiiiiiin!&amp;nbsp; *note to self bangeeet deh ini!* :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-5514225982208024565?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/5514225982208024565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=5514225982208024565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5514225982208024565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5514225982208024565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/11/mega-packing.html' title='Mega Packing!'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-7694644456202501091</id><published>2011-11-07T23:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:50:39.036+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap crap crap...'/><title type='text'>Siap-siap</title><content type='html'>Siiibuuuukkk bener yeee belakangan niih. Cita-cita mau mulai rutin ngeblog tiap hari minggu, apa daya hari minggu kemaren telerrrr berat, ngaret sehari cincay lah yaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persiapan mau pindah plus no ART ini emang sesuatu banget deh. Eh tapi nggak melulu buruk. Asik juga sebenernya bertiga aja sama laki and anak... macam teamwork yang makin solid gitu. Kalo gue ngerjain apa, laki gue ngerjain yang lain... kalo laki gue ngerjain apa, giliran gue yang ngerjain&amp;nbsp; yang lain. Pokoknya kompak deh. Pernah gue sibuk nyuapin anak, trus laki gue deh yang nyuapin gue hahahahaha.... Beruntung yeee eike! Cintaaak! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau tau apa aja list yang perlu disiapin buat pindahan?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- bikin SIM yang udah 1,5 tahun kadaluarsa (checked)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- cabut SIP alias surat izin praktek (checked)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- bikin passpor baru (lagi proses)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- cari yang mau ngontrak rumah (on process)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- project ultahnya Izan ( NOT YET check)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- cari ART (toloooooooongggg....!)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- kurang 5 SKP seminar buat perbaru STR (pengsan!)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- ngurus perpanjangan STR (pura-pura lupa) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- ngepp...nggg... ngepppp...ak.. ngeppaakk barang! (hiiishshhh nyebutnye aje gue langsung migren!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demikian lah kiranya koar-koar mamak setress.... ah tapi gue nggak stress sih, biase aje! (Q: jualannye apa kabar maak?) Apeeee???? harii geneeee lo masih nanya jualan???? Nggak liat apa gua dah sibhuuukk bener ini ngurus segala duniaaa? ctarrrrrr!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si yu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gudbay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-7694644456202501091?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/7694644456202501091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=7694644456202501091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/7694644456202501091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/7694644456202501091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/11/siap-siap.html' title='Siap-siap'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-4306444088763761249</id><published>2011-10-30T17:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:25:28.454+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about a mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>He's sucha doll!</title><content type='html'>I'm having a nipple sore for the last few days. For all moms who has experienced it must know well how hurt that is. :( It wasn't because of error latch on, my son is already 19 months, he knows well how to latch on... He unintentionally bite my nipple while sleeping. It wasn't just a sore actually, it bleed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son used to breastfeed only from my right breast. For a reason that he only would know why, he refuse to breastfeed from the left side since the last few months. Whenever I offer him the wrong side he would straightly asked "&lt;i&gt;mana yang satu lagi??&lt;/i&gt;" He just doesn't want the left side, period. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still breastfeed him from the right side last night to put him asleep, tried hard to resist the pain. At 2 a.m I woke up with awful sore while my son was breastfeeding (again) from the right side. At 4 a.m I couldn't hold the pain anymore, so I begged him to stop sucking. He looked into my face tried hard not the cry because her mom has asked him to stop breastfeeding and said with pity &lt;i&gt;"Ummi sakit?"&lt;/i&gt; Oh dear... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to breastfeed from the left, I was worried that he would be cranky or what but he didn't. He tried to suck from the left side but it couldn't last long... he couldn't sleep with that. Instead of being cranky or angry or what, he just complaining for feeling itch because of mosquito's bite... which I understand that its actually because he was still sleepy but couldn't be asleep. He once asked for "nenen satu lagi" but I explained him that my right breast is in pain so we should let it rest for a while... just for a while. He was such a doll, understandingly accept my excuse. But the problem is that he was sleepy and he need to breastfeed from the right side to be asleep. We both trying hard not to cry at that moment. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like an impotent! Not being able to give my son his right has really really made me cry a river. I wish I could just ignore the pain but I also worry if the sore might get worse. I've read some cases where those nipple sore become pus, thus mom should really stop breastfeeding her baby. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end... believing that pain is actually controlled by the brain and healthiness can be maintained by positive mind, I chose to ignore the pain and breastfeed my son again. Who can resist while he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"maaf... maaf, Ummi..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"mau nenen... boleh?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with a very very sweet tone, for almost every time he wants to breastfeed! Oh for God sake, he's just 19 months old!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI I'm crying now while typing this post! :'"""(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is such a doll! God is super super superrrrrrrr for sending me this kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes sweetheart, of course you can breastfeed from me... no one would ever ask you not to! Just until it's time to wean... which obviously not now!!! I'm so lucky for having you..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:''''''''')&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-4306444088763761249?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/4306444088763761249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=4306444088763761249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4306444088763761249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4306444088763761249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-having-nipple-sore-for-last-few-days.html' title='He&apos;s sucha doll!'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-6788969205662633620</id><published>2011-10-23T23:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:01:37.685+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about a mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Expert</title><content type='html'>Di salah satu sesi waktu karantina untuk E-idea, terlontar pertanyaan dari salah satu pembicaranya (mas Alexander Sriewijono) yang kurang lebih isinya begini: "kalau kamu ditanya sebagai ahli dalam suatu bidang, apa jawaban mu?" Yang maksudnya kalau berani mengaku ahli dalam bidang tersebut berarti tau hampir 100% tentang itu dan jadi acuan orang-orang untuk hal itu. Hehe... nggak susah rupanya buat gue jawabnya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profesi sih boleh lah tukang korek-korek mulut orang, tapi yaaaah gue belum yang pakar deh ya. Entrepreneurship? Jelas bukan lah yaaaak... jaoooh! Diving? Preeeet...jumlah dive log gue aja masih nggak ada apa-apanya dibanding jumlah bulu keteknya Jean Michel Coustou. Satu hal yang gue ahli dan nggak ada orang lain di dunia yang lebih pakar dari gue soal ini adalah..... eng ing eng.... jreng jreng.... ting tang ting tung.... kemplakkemplung... blakatak blukutuk.... GROMBHYAAANGGGG!!!! .... yaaak, gue boleh ngaku jadi ahlinya ANAK GUA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak gue di nyaris19 bulan umurnya ini, masih cuma gue manusia yang paling ngerti maunya, kebiasannya, bahasanya, moodnya, matanya, seluk-beluknya, ekspresinya, kesukannya, ketakutannya, dari bangun sampai tidurnya... nyaris semuanya! Walau pun gue kenal suami gue lebih lama, tapi tetep gue lebih tau soal anak gue. Bukan berarti gue nggak tau a-b-c-d-nya laki gue, tau dooong! Tapi gue boleh ngaku dengan mantab dan gagah perwira kalau gue expertnya anak gue. Secara kita pernah sebadan walau pun nggak sepikiran, pernah hidup dari denyut jantung yang sama, pernah kenyang dari asupan nutrisi yang sama, terbentuk dari DNA yang 50% sama. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktunya gue jadi expertnya anak gue nggak lama. Kalau pun dikasih umur panjang sampai dia besar, nggak akan terasa tau-tau sampai ke masa dimana temen-temennya mungkin bisa tau tentang dia yang gue nggak tau. Eh nggak lama kemudian sampe ke masa dimana dia lebih sayang sama perempuan selain umminya... Eh nggak lama abis itu jadi perempuan lain deh yang lebih tau dia ketimbang gue. Hmmmphh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang jelas dalam hidup gue, gue udah pernah jadi AHLI untuk suatu hal.... karena nggak semua orang bisa benar-benar jadi ahli dalam sesuatu. Gue bangga looooh! Jadi maklum lah ya kalo gue suka kepancing kalo ada yang tiba-tiba merasa lebih tau soal anak gue gitu. Maap ye, itu macam belagak ngasih tau Einstein soal relatifitas. Karena sementara ini gue lah sang PAKAR dari Muhammad Hamizan Hafidz. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wouldn't last long.... :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats for all Mommies who are the experts of her child, at least once.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-6788969205662633620?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/6788969205662633620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=6788969205662633620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/6788969205662633620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/6788969205662633620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/10/expert.html' title='Expert'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-1028042067845170852</id><published>2011-10-16T09:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T09:49:14.410+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>Lesson learned 2</title><content type='html'>We were having breakfast this morning when husband's friend suddenly text him to tell about my blackberry. Her name is Irma, husband's ex hi school mate. She was seating on our back while watching Cars 2 on cinema, with her husband and children. Her husband and daughter seat on our chair after we get out and found my phone which was off... battery was low. How coincidence... we didn't even know that it's Billy's friend who was seating behind us. Oh well... there is no such thing as coincidence! All planned pretty, pretty well with Allah's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I feel like receiving another memo from God that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"My dear Di, please don't be sad. I love you, you know that well.I hate to see you sad more then your husband or your parents or anyone in the world. You have got your lesson, right? Now I give you back what you thought you have lost. Please keep close to Me, okay?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;With the greatest love that nothing else could give you more,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: my dad called me this morning to remind me back what he already reminded me before... My parent's and husband's love to me are so powerful, but God's love is beat-less! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-1028042067845170852?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/1028042067845170852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=1028042067845170852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1028042067845170852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1028042067845170852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/10/lesson-learned2.html' title='Lesson learned 2'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-3301790700196172216</id><published>2011-10-16T00:35:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T00:35:38.659+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>Lesson learned</title><content type='html'>Not a pretty week for me this week... uhm, I might should say not a fabulous week. Where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start with last weekend when my son's baby sitter who suddenly proposed for her day off that she can regularly take for 2 days in every month. Since it's her right then we don't have any problem with that, but it will be nicer if she'd tell us few days before. But thankfully my son doesn't really need much of her help anymore so a sudden day off wasn't a big deal actually, but that's not the problem... The problem is that she suddenly text me (after I text her to ask why hasn't she return yet while she supposed to return on the day before) to say that she couldn't work with me anymore. And that's it.... bye bye baby sitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've lost someone who used to help me to clean the house and do ironing, but I don't really like the person for some reasons either and I was like almost... almost to fired her once because of an absolutely annoying mistake she has done, well... I don't really miss the baby sitter! And everything are still under control. Alhamdulillah... And look at bright side, it makes me and husband working together to clean the house and take care of our son. And I'm more in love to my husband then before! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also &lt;strike&gt;have failed&lt;/strike&gt; have not yet succeed in selling my lamp just because I didn't really check it before I hand it over to the buyer. What a wuss... Well, it makes me learn to be more conscientious next time. Awwkaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worse is when I lose my blackberry which just happened today.&amp;nbsp; We went for cinema marathon today, which was planned on the go. Me and husband really wanted to see The Pirates of Caribbean, but since there's no nanny then we should take our son with us too. We have set the condition for my son to be asleep during the film, well the film is clearly not for his age. Feeling guilty for making my son to accompany us for something he doesn't enjoy, I then asked husband to take our son to watch Cars 2. The idea has been approved, we then watch Cars 2 but at another cinema to match the movie schedule. Since my son has got enough sleep on the first movie, he didn't get sleepy at all while watching Cars 2. Wasn't that good? Well... it is actually almost impossible to make an 18 months old boy to sit and watch movie for more then one hour... at least to my son. He got bored after 40 minutes. So I toke him for a walk while husband still enjoy the movie. But that wasn't enough for my son, he wants his dad to be with him too, so we then left the cinema when the movie was still played. Then I realized that I have left my phone on my seat after we got home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel really sad for my phone, I am more to feel embarrassed... embarrassed to God. Every time I hear friend or anyone saying that he/she has lost her phone or something valuable, I usually ask weather he/she has give enough for sedekah or zakat. And yet it happens to me. So I've been thinking a little more this evening, there must be something bad I have done and God is trying to remind me for it. Then it gives me a little flashback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years ago when I was on my way to the airport to pick some friends from Malaysia, I accidentally hit a car which was rolling slowly in front of my car. I wasn't on a speed, it was like 10-20 km/h actually, but what caused me a car crash was a silly little mosquito which I was trying to kill... and BANG!!! I was OK, the car I hit was OK, but my car was crushed badly. I was shocked, didn't know what to do... it was actually my dad's car which he let me to use every time I need it that time. I was so shocked and felt guilty. My dad was quite disappointed at me, he should be... I made him spent a lot of money to fix the car. And something my dad has said to me that time that I will never forget was "God must have love you so much! Think of anything bad you have done, and why He is trying to remind you this way!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it happens again. I feel embarrassed, like any wife feels embarrassed when her husband is disappointed to her, like any child feel embarrassed when his/her parents are angry to him/her, like any worker feel embarrassed when his/her boss is unhappy for what he/she has done.... God is unhappy with things I have done. Yeah, of course I have made tons and tons mistakes, continuously... and my worse mistake for today is that I have abandoned my Zuhur prayer just to watch movie and make it at Ashar, while I actually can make it on time. What a lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God might telling me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hey Di, it's not that hard for Me to get you to worse situation than losing a cellphone. But I love you, and pretty unhappy for you have abandoned Me... let this be a lesson for you to learn. You should think of Me more, I am The One who gives you love that you get from your surrounding, I am The One who gives you wealth so you can spend it to watch movie in cinema, I am The One who gives you happiness... Why wont you think of Me more? Is my love is not enough for you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;With the greatest love you can never get from anything in the world,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*astaghfirullah :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-3301790700196172216?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/3301790700196172216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=3301790700196172216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/3301790700196172216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/3301790700196172216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/10/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson learned'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-5313151081146674670</id><published>2011-10-09T00:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:01:56.365+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entrepreneurship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sumthing to share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>They didn't start it easily.</title><content type='html'>I met some new people recently. No, they are not my patients, they are people who was once in my place where I'm seating now. (So they've once using your laptop too?) Err... no -____-". They are successes entrepreneurs who once crawled from zero just like me now. I didn't waste my chance to get their experience, I've pretty much asked some of them questions, which they've generously answered and shared me their stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was &lt;b&gt;Silverius Oscar "Onte" Unggul&lt;/b&gt;, an eco-social entrepreneur who works for &lt;a href="http://www.telapak.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=frontpage&amp;amp;lang=id"&gt;TELAPAK&lt;/a&gt;. He was one of some speakers on E-idea EA at Shangrila Hotel last Wednesday. &lt;a href="http://www.telapak.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=frontpage&amp;amp;lang=id"&gt;TELAPAK&lt;/a&gt; is an NGO who works for the environment, what they have done and do pretty much inspires me. They save trees and help illegal loggers to cooperate with them and earn more money. While illegal loggers used to cut trees and sell woods in cheap price, TELAPAK made a system to certified trees which will worth more because each tree is noted for its age, height, diameter,&amp;nbsp; precise position and for each tree that is cut will be replaced with another tree. And when those woods are transformed into furniture or stuff like that, its certification will tell the buyer that that furniture is made from tree which was cut from where, in what age, what year and so... Brilliant idea!&lt;br /&gt;Before he finally made those illegal loggers to cooperate with him, Bang Onte (it's how some people call him) spent 7 years to approach them. Seven years!!! In seven years he didn't produce anything yet, he just tried to get along with those loggers; sleep, eat, play soccer with them. The guy is so very nice, he shared me a social enterprise manual... I'm still learning on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was &lt;b&gt;Wahyu Aditya&lt;/b&gt;, a quite famous entrepreneur who is the founder of &lt;a href="http://www.hellomotion.com/"&gt;Hello Motion&lt;/a&gt;. The man runs a design school, makes design festival once in every year, runs a distro, produces printed tees... He shared his experiences when he first run his business. It takes 5 years until he can say that his business is finally established. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was more couples of people who also has interesting stories... But what I can conclude is that the first 3 years of running a business is the period that we can say "masa berdarah-darah", so please enjoy! And another thing I got is, "motivation is above ability". When you (read: I) have a great motivation of doing something, you (read: I) will do anything to make something that seems impossible to be possible. Oh, cool! Saying it is so easy, but to do it is a hard work and "berdarah-darah". But bring it on! I - WANT - MY - DREAM - COMES - TRUE !!! You hear me universe??? I know you do! Make it happen!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;a trying-to-be-an-eco-social-entrepreneur yang masih kroco, coro, combro, misro, minumnya teh botol sosro. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-5313151081146674670?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/5313151081146674670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=5313151081146674670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5313151081146674670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5313151081146674670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/10/they-didnt-start-it-easily.html' title='They didn&apos;t start it easily.'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-2508573775332923409</id><published>2011-10-02T00:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T00:23:11.648+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entrepreneurship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sumthing to share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>Coral. green craft with the love to ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PydIhebLoYU/Tn0PI4CtZDI/AAAAAAAABMA/S2MawGTkGXI/s1600/jack+daniel+mini.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PydIhebLoYU/Tn0PI4CtZDI/AAAAAAAABMA/S2MawGTkGXI/s320/jack+daniel+mini.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaan sih &lt;a href="http://www.corallivingproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coral.&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;a href="http://corallivingproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coral.&lt;/a&gt; itu mimpi gue yang lahir sekitar lima bulan yang lalu, dimana waktu itu gue lagi getol-getolnya browsing blog tentang crafting, dan lagi eling tentang gaya hidup yang ramah lingkungan... dua-duanya ditemukan, disatukan, lahirlah &lt;a href="http://corallivingproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coral.&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agak keterlaluan emang kalau gue belum cerita tentang &lt;a href="http://corallivingproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coral.&lt;/a&gt; sedikit pun di sini. Maaf yaaa blog.... Padahal gue udah umbar-umbar di twitter, facebook, bahkan udah diikutin kompetisi dan sempet lolos jadi finalis segala. Tapi &lt;strike&gt;nggak&lt;/strike&gt; belum sedikit pun gue share di sini. Ter - la - lu ! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adalah gue, si tukang bosan dan selalu pengen coba ini itu. Salah satu dari sekian panjang list yang pengen gue coba adalah berwirausaha, tapi selalu mentok dengan pikiran modal, tempat, waktu... endesbrei. Belum lagi ilmu wirausaha gue itu yaaaah... hampir sama banyaknya sama ilmunya anak gue soal wirausaha kali ya... eh lebay ya? Pokoknya lo bisa bilang gue begok deh kalo urusan ini! Emang! Selama sekolah dan kuliah sayangnya gue sama sekali nggak dapat ilmu wirausaha. Dan di lingkungan keluarga pun tadinya nggak ada yang berwirausaha (keluarga dekat banget maksudnya). Sementara gue bisa lah dibilang manusia kebanyakan teori, kalo belum dapet teorinya kayanya belum paham gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi biar begok gue udah berkali-kali punya mimpi atau niat berwirausaha, kan ada laki gue kan yang pinter.... hehehe. Gue dan suami pernah berniat mau buka apotik waralaba, tapi pupus karena ternyata butuh modal yang nggak terjangkau. Pernah juga mau buka klinik gigi kerjasama dengan apotik deket rumah, udah sempet ketemu dan ngobrol-ngobrol sama pihak apotik tapi gagal juga gara-gara pihak apotiknya sampe sekarang menghilang aja gitu...hiiish! (tapi untung juga nggak jadi, kalo nggak bingung juga gue urusannya kalau akhirnya mesti pindah ke Balikpapan kaya gini.... tuh kan, emang mantep deh skenarionya Allah!) Terus pernah juga niat bikin bisnis pastry rumahan, udah pamer segala ke temen-temen, bagi-bagi taster juga... tapi pupus gara-gara gue nggak berani maju. Berat juga kayanya mau bisnis makanan yaaak...udah mana itu pastry gue bikinnya sendirian, gimana ntar kalo permintaan banyak, gimana kalau basi, gimana supaya tetep manteb sampe di tangan customer??? Kebanyakan gimana akhirnya gue ngak berani maju.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi biar begok plus penakut, tetep loooh gue pengeeeeen banget berwirausaha. Akhirnya setelah tercipta ide bisnis kreatif, gue langsung bbm-in adik gue &lt;a href="http://nadya-saib.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nadya&lt;/a&gt; yang udah jadi entrepreneur duluan dari jaman kuliah. Setelah gue ceritain apa ide gue responnya cuma bilang "langsung bikin!!!!!!". Gue dengan dodolnya nanya "hah, emang harus gitu ya?". Jawabnya, "Lah, emang lo mo nunggu apaan? Bikin langsung!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Wuiiiiih??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi terus gue pikir mungkin emang harus gitu kali ya kalau mau mulai usaha. Setelah ngebahas ide gue ke suami, akhirnya kita sepakat kalau bisnis kreatif ini bisnis yang nggak perlu tempat, nggak perlu modal besar, nggak perlu tenaga banyak. Terus dalam hati gue juga makin menggaung deh omongan adek gue "iya ya, apa lagi dong yang mesti gue tunggu?". Tapi saat itu respon suami sekedar mendukung (suami gue mah emang selalu dukung apa pun ide gue selama nggak kelewat sinting.... iiiiih cintaaaaak! :*) tapi dia nggak bisa ciptain ide-ide kreatif, jadi dia cuma bisa support mentally, while I refuse to be supported financially (taelaaaah... padahal mah tetep minta-minta juga dikit :p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum tercipta ide bikin produk dari sampah, dan sebelum tercetus nama &lt;a href="http://corallivingproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coral.&lt;/a&gt;, gue sempet trial and error bikin &lt;strike&gt;beberapa&lt;/strike&gt; dua produk lampu hias. Keduanya hampir bisa dibilang gagal, eh...&amp;nbsp; satu deh yang gagal, yang satu lagi cuma gagal diterusin aja. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya nongol deh ide bikin lampu hias dari sampah botol kaca dan bantal dari sampah plastik. Terus untuk nama, dengan picik dan amatirnya langsung tercetus nama "Coral." karena gue cinta laut, itu aja alasannya. Hehehehe... gue si wirausahawan amatir tolol yang masih belajar, sekarang mulai paham tentang pentingnya nama suatu usaha. Baiklah, sekedar masukan buat yang mau mulai buka usaha nih yaaaa.... bikin lah nama yang sangaaat kreatif yang nggak ada miripnya, yang bisa jadi tanda khas ibarat tompel pada Rano Karno, tahi lalat pada Marilyn Monroe! (menurut para "dragons" di acara entah apa tentang penawaran kerjasama bisnis ke para pebisnis multimillionaire di BBC). Yah tapi &lt;a href="http://corallivingproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coral. &lt;/a&gt;udah kepalang dikenal dengan &lt;a href="http://corallivingproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coral.&lt;/a&gt;, dan gue belum ketemu nama yang kreatif, jadi sebelum bikin bubur merah putih, biar lah dia dipanggil &lt;a href="http://corallivingproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coral.&lt;/a&gt; dulu walau pun yang kenal belum banyak. Eh by the way... punya ide nama nggak lo? #eaaaaaaaa....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nggak lama setelah gue punya ide bikin &lt;a href="http://corallivingproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coral.&lt;/a&gt;, adik gue si &lt;a href="http://nadya-saib.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nadya&lt;/a&gt; (macam adik gue ada lebih dari 1 aje :p) lagi-lagi ganggu gue sama bbmnya. Tau-tau dia share link tentang kompetisi E-idea dari British Council. Idih, apaan ituuuuuuh???? Yang jelas, sebagaimana kompetisi-kompetisi lainnya, E-idea ini pun punya deadline yang harus ditepati kalau mau ikutan nimbrung. Deadline? Bagosss!!! Gue si pemalas ini emang butuh deadline, supaya ada target kapan produk gue kudu kelar. Sama seperti niat bikin bisnis pastry dulu, Coral. ini pun gue kerjain segala-galanya sendiri, kecuali bagian kapnya gue minta tolong ke tukang kap lampu. Dan sebagai one-woman-standing-for-her-own, cum emak rumah tangga, cum PRT, cum praktek.. aduhai begitu mudahnya buat melambat-lambat ngerjain satu produk aja. Jadi karena deadline, akhirnya gue ikut kirim proposal ke kompetisi E-idea ini, mepet waktu tentunya! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajaibnya terpilih lah &lt;a href="http://corallivingproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coral.&lt;/a&gt; jadi salah satu&amp;nbsp; dari 24 finalis. Kadang-kadang gue khawatir jangan-jangan jurinya keselip file gue diantara yang lolos jadi finalis... kok bisa lolos sih gue? Tapi gue sedih juga sih nggak dipilih jadi pemenang (eaaaa labil!). Tapi yaa nggak sedih-sedih amat, nama juga masih baru, kerja pun masih sendiri, satu-satunya tim yg gw punya ya laki gue. :p Dan gue lah satu-satunya finalis yang berdiri atas nama diri sendiri, bukan tim atau badan. Kalau dipikir-pikir, seandainya pun menang emang masih terlalu prematur juga buat &lt;a href="http://corallivingproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coral.&lt;/a&gt; kali yaaak. Iya deh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semenjak E-idea itu berhubung produk gue udah ada yang jadi, mulai lah gue mencari pasar buat jualan. Dasar emang gue wirausahawan masih kroco, membuat sesuatu itu satu hal yaaak, tapi bikin supaya yang kita buat itu laku itu hal yang lain, dan itu justru yang paling krusial! Jadi berhasil kah gue menjual produk gue? Belum. -_____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa lampu gue yang udah jadi sedang duduk manis di suatu stand di Koloni Mall of Indonesia dengan sisstem konsinyasi, sampai sekarang. MOI ini sepertinya memang nggak terlalu rame yaaak... dan Koloni pun setelah dua kali gue kesana emang terlihat sepi walaupun standnya banyak, bahkan ada standnya gantibaju.com lho di sana (kalo yang suka baca-baca tentang entrepreneurship pasti tau deh yang satu ntu). Trus kenapa tetep naro disana? Yaaaa... seenggaknya kalau ada&amp;nbsp; yang pengen liat produk gue langsung gue punya jawabannya gitu. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam urusan berwirausaha ini gue masih merayap lambaaat macam ular ganti kulit, gue masih perlu belajar banyak, masih perlu usaha yang luebuiiiiih ekstra lagi, masih perlu dikasih hantaman motivasi dari kanan-kiri-depan-belakang-atas-bawah, gitu deh! Macam sekarang ini tawaran konsinyasi gue ke salah satu artshop di daerah Kemang ditolak boook, gara-gara target pasar yang beda. Mata gue kurang jeli kalau barang-barang yang ditaro di etalase mereka itu barang untuk pasar anak muda atau anak kuliahan, sementara produk gue dianggap untuk pasar ibu-ibu gitu. Aih, rasanya macam diputusin pacar! Ha ha ha ha ha.... Yaaaah nggak papa deh, namanya juga masih baru kaaaan? (menghibur diri sendiri).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitu deh lebih kurangnya cerita tentang &lt;a href="http://corallivingproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coral.&lt;/a&gt; lo bisa liat blognya di www.corallivingproject.blogspot.com atau follow twitternya di &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/CoralProject"&gt;@coralproject&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33qK7TbJraw/TodJOqBgaNI/AAAAAAAABNw/8rLtMqVH6A0/s1600/321086_283815464962094_244835115526796_1213465_1867910969_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33qK7TbJraw/TodJOqBgaNI/AAAAAAAABNw/8rLtMqVH6A0/s400/321086_283815464962094_244835115526796_1213465_1867910969_n.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R0BRZkTA-WA/Tn0PWvCTSVI/AAAAAAAABMU/jAFL58_GOWY/s1600/IMG_5816+mini.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Beli dooong.... hehehehe... *jualan* :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalau pun nggak beli, paling nggak doain aja yaaa supaya cita-cita gue ini bisa tercapai. Sama kaya anak yang masih tumbuh, cita-cita Coral. pun masih dinamis gituh, tapi tetep manis kok. hehehehe.... Beli yaaak! *eaaaa... jualan lagi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-2508573775332923409?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/2508573775332923409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=2508573775332923409&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/2508573775332923409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/2508573775332923409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/10/coral-green-craft-with-love-to-ocean.html' title='Coral. green craft with the love to ocean'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PydIhebLoYU/Tn0PI4CtZDI/AAAAAAAABMA/S2MawGTkGXI/s72-c/jack+daniel+mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-644276242047522066</id><published>2011-09-25T00:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T01:04:55.347+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>Balikpapan...?</title><content type='html'>Balikpapan... Nama kota ini akan selalu dekat sama gue, paling nggak sama nama gue sendiri. Terbukti di KTP, SIM, passport, kartu perpustakaan jaman sekolah, kartu mahasiswa, piagam, STTB, sertifikat apa pun... selalu setia tertulis di bawah nama gue.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Nama&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Diana Rimadany Saib&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Tempat &amp;amp; tanggal lahir : &lt;b&gt;Balikpapan&lt;/b&gt;, 18 Juli 1982&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya kan??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue lahir di Balikpapan, &lt;strike&gt;besar&lt;/strike&gt; mulai baligh di Balikpapan juga... Sebenernya gue nggak tau kriteria orang boleh nulis "besar" di kota mana itu kalau dia udah hidup di kota itu sampe umur berapa, berapa sih? Mulai baligh udah dianggap "besar" belom? Well, yang jelas gue dan Balikpapan ada sesuatu, alhamdulillah ya.. (seriously, someone should kill this syahrini's style in my head!!!) Tapi bukannya gue nggak mau ngaku besar di Balikpapan lho... gue malah minder sebenarnya. Selama ini kalau denger temen-temen gue dari Balikpapan dulu bangga mengakui diri mereka "anak Balikpapan" gue rada malu mau ngakuin diri "anak Balikpapan" juga. Yah gitu deh, balik lagi ke pertanyaan sampe seberapa "besar" orang bisa dianggap "besar" di kota tertentu. Kalo gue ngaku, gue dianggep nggak yah? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasian deh gue kalo ditanya aslinya orang mana... macam nggak punya pendirian.&lt;br /&gt;"Asli orang mana?"&lt;br /&gt;"Padang"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, besar di Padang?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nggak..."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh berarti lahir di Padang?"&lt;br /&gt;"Saya lahir di Balikpapan"&lt;br /&gt;"Berarti orang Balikpapan?"&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;"Tinggal di Balikpapan?&lt;br /&gt;"Nggak juga..."&lt;br /&gt;"Tinggal dimana?"&lt;br /&gt;"Di Jakarta."&lt;br /&gt;"Dimananya?"&lt;br /&gt;"Jatibening..."&lt;br /&gt;"Itu sih bukan Jakartaaaaa!"&lt;br /&gt;"..." -_____-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan, kasian kan??? Kampung gua dimanaaaaaa???? Gue pantas ngaku jadi orang manaaaa? *telpon papa mama*  Oh... lain kali mungkin begini...&lt;br /&gt;"Asli orang mana?"&lt;br /&gt;"Apalah artinya asli orang mana, toh hidup hanya sementara!"&lt;br /&gt;#eeaaaaaaaaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, pokoknya Balikpapan udah diputuskan suratan takdir jadi tempat gue lahir, alhamdulillah ya, ses...*muntah!* Masa prasekolah gue di Balikpapan, sampai Bokap dipindahtugaskan ke Paris yang ntah di tahun berapa dan berapa lama waktu itu... gue nggak inget. Abis itu kembali ke Balikpapan sampai tahun 1987 lalu kembali ke Paris sampai 1989, lalu kembali lagi ke Balikpapan sampai 25 Desember 1993. Dan semenjak itu gue nggak pernah lagi injakin kaki di Balikpapan, boro-boro Balikpapan, Kalimantan Timur pun nggak. Tapi kalau Kalimantan Selatan pernah untuk acara baksos waktu koas dulu, itu aja gue bahagianya udah bukan kepalang. Kayanya temen-temen yang barengan baksos sama gue dulu juga bingung sendiri kenapa gue kelebaran cengir selama ada di Kalimantan... Ha! Mereka nggak tau seberapa kangennya gue sama dialeg "itu nah" "itu kah", ternyata Banjarmasin punya dialeg yang hampir sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun nggak pernah lagi nginjakin kaki di Balikpapan, bukan berarti gue nggak pernah mimpi tentang Balikpapan. Sering!!!! Somehow saat itu gue cuma berpikir, Balikpapan cuma bisa dikunjungi lewat mimpi aja kali yeee... Demi alasan apa gue kesana dong?&amp;nbsp; Ih kasian... *sedih*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tiba-tiba datanglah seorang Billy yang ditugasin jadi jodoh gue, kerja di perusahaan tempat bokap kerja dulu. There you go life... you bring me back to Balikpapan! Pernah sekali Billy ngajak gue ke Balikpapan, gue lupa bulan apa yang jelas sebelum Juli 2009, karena waktu itu gue belum hamil. Billy yang waktu itu kerja di lapangan dengan rotasi 4-4 minggu on&amp;amp;off, dan kite yang masih newlywed bangeeeeeeud (pengennya kan bedua-dauan gityuuuu ceritanya), suatu hari ditengah jadwal dia on field yang 4 minggu lamanya ituh (ditekankan yaaa lamanya...4 minggu bok!) dia ada training di Balikpapan. Demi ketemu, Billy suruh gue datang ke Balikpapan, maka datang lah gue...cukup 3 malam saja, eh apa dua ya?? Tentunya dengan cengiran yang jauuuuh lebih lebar dari waktu gue mendarat di Banjarmasin waktu koas dulu. Balikpapan, akhirnya! Yang cuma nongol di mimpi eeeeh bisa didatengin betulan! Whuuiiiiiih.... Itu lah kali pertama gue nginjakin kaki lagi ke Balikpapan sejak 25 Desember 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan dua bulan lagi, insyaAllah gue bakal ada di posisi emak gue lebih 18 tahun yang lalu, jadi emak-emak Balikpapan. Cuma bedanya gue lahir disana, emak gue nggak. :) Btw, gue dan Billy berencana bikin adeknya Izan nanti disana (kalau palnning nggak berubah)... who knows, kalo Allah berkehendak jangan-jangan gue dikasih anak perempuan yang lahir di Balikpapan juga.. trus tiba-tiba berjodoh sama karyawan perusah... oh enough! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk urusan pindah ini perasaan gue nggak terlalu amburadul. Biasanya kalau mau masuk ke sesuatu yang baru gue suka lebih banyak mikir parno-parnonya gitu, tapi kali ini sepertinya (insyaAllah) nggak. Yang jelas bayangan bahwa akhirnya keluarga gue bisa hidup utuh selama 7 hari seminggu, 4 minggu sebulan, 12 bulan setahun itu udah alhamdulillah! Sejak Izan 2 bulan, Billy yang tadinya sempet dipindahin kerja ke kantor Jakarta (setelah periode 4-4 itu) akhirnya dipindahin lagi ke lapangan tapi dengan rotasi 2-2. Ringan tapi tetep aja malessss kalo denger anak gue bentar-bentar nanya ayahnya. Biar gimana pun akan jauh lebih sehat dan lebih baik buat anak gue kalau dia bisa ketemu ayahnya tiap hari, period! (lha kok tanda seru??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balikpapan... how will you be? What will you bring me? What will I get from you or what can I do for you, dear city which always be put on my identity card. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balikpapan, yang kalo orang Perancis bilangnya "Balikpapong"... please prepare a comfort yet productive space for my little family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balikpapan... nanti kalu udah disana gue nggak bakalan krisis jawaban tentang asal lagi. It will be...&lt;br /&gt;"Asli orang mana?"&lt;br /&gt;"Balikpapan walau pun orangtua Minang"&lt;br /&gt;"Emang lahir dimana?"&lt;br /&gt;"Balikpapan!" *manteb*&lt;br /&gt;"Oooo... lah tinggal dimana?"&lt;br /&gt;"Balikpapan juga, weeeeek!" *manteb bin nyolot*&lt;br /&gt;"Waaah hebat, besar di Balikpapan ya?"&lt;br /&gt;"......" "yang jelas ini lagi besarin anak di Balikpapan nih! Weeeeeekkkk!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Nggak sempit?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Di balik papan emang nggak sempit?" (&amp;lt;-- yes, ini juga salah satu candaan lawas yang paling gw sebelin selain orang nyanyiin lagu "Diana..Diana kekasihku" tiap habis tanya nama gue siapa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah demikianlah... ihiiiiiiiiiyyyyy... deg-degaaaaaannnn!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-644276242047522066?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/644276242047522066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=644276242047522066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/644276242047522066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/644276242047522066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/09/balikpapan.html' title='Balikpapan...?'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-4875166132585426981</id><published>2011-09-19T22:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:49:27.265+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Jalan-Jalan Ke Bandung</title><content type='html'>Minggu lalu gue dan suami memutuskan untuk jalan-jalan ke Bandung. Beberapa bulan belakangan ada isu tentang suami yang bakalan dipindah-tugaskan ke luar &lt;strike&gt;negeri&lt;/strike&gt; kota dengan jam kerja layaknya orang kantor; Senin sampai Jumat. So, kesempatan jalan-jalan di hari kerja mesti deperdayakan sebaik-baiknya! Pada awalnya kandidat tujuan jalan-jalan kali ini adalah: Ujung Genteng atau Bandung. Lama trip yaaa sekitar 3 atau 4 hari gitu, kapan lagi kaaan?! Tapi berhubung target lamanya trip 3 atau 4 hari kayanya kalau di Ujung Genteng bakalan bosen sendiri deh, gue sama suami sih bisa aja exploring di sana, lah anak gue??? Jadi akhirnya tujuan yang dipilih Bandung, toddler friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempat nginep yang dipilih Bumi Sawunggaling. Dulu gue dan suami pernah nginep disini waktu kita masih berdua aje. Kamarnya lumayan cozy, hotelnya bergaya jaman Belanda, emang bangunannya udah ada dari jaman Belanda gitu, tapi nggak ada swimming pool, seenggaknya ada bath tub buat anak gw and tv cable, those will do! Satu-satunya kejelekan hotel itu adalah jendelanya yang nggak kedap suara. Pagi pertama kita disana tiba-tiba bangun gara-gara kaget denger salah satu rumah (atau kantor atau sekolah) yang mendadak nyetel lagu senam macam ngajak orang sekelurahan ikutan senam, kayanya senamnya sama anjing juga soalnya sepanjang lagu senam itu ada anjing melolong-lolong -____-". Belum lagi suara motor atau mobil kenceng. Tapi alhamdulillah anak gue nggak terganggu tidurnya, kecuali pas senam pagi itu, untung cuma sekali. *buang sisa kapas bekas sumbat kuping anak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tujuan jalan-jalan di Bandung selain buat emak dan bapake, juga buat nyenengin anak dooong. Jadi yaaa tempat tujuan jalan-jalannya yaa yang anak guw bisa nikmatin. Target pertama: Sapu Lidi. Dulu gue pernah kesini, nemenin kakak gw &lt;strike&gt;pacaran&lt;/strike&gt;. Tempatnya asik, makanannya enak, jadi gue pengen ngajak eh.. diajak suami juga kesini. Yang gue pesen waktu kesana sama kakak gue: sop buntut goreng sama es nenek sihir, dan yang gue pesen kemaren pun sama. Cuma karena makannya sambil nyuapin anak jadi sop buntutnya pas gue makan udah keburu dingin, nasiiib jadi emak. Somehow dalam memory gue es nenek sihir ini kalo diminum jadi bunyi "cesssssss" macam bunyi soda dituang gitu dulu, tapi kok kemaren nggak ya? Padahal alasan gue pesen itu gara-gara pengen denger bunyinya. Jangan-jangan yang gue dulu minum bukan itu yaak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, ini baru pertama kalinya gue jalan-jalan bawa anak tanpa persiapan bekal hommade buat dia. Anak gue (thanx to segala makanan lebaran) semenjak lebaran kemaren nggak lagi mau makanan tanpa garam atau pake keju doang. Jadi makanannya udah sama kaya yang gue and suami makan. Jalan-jalannya jadi jauh lebih asoy! Nggak perlu repot-repot angetin makanan dulu, cari colokan atau ngendon di mobil buat angetin, nggak perlu repot-repot nyari kamar yang mesti ada kulkasnya buat simpen frozen foodnya (walaupun ternyata kamar yang kemaren ada kulkasnya juga), dan makannya bisa sama-sama dimana aja. Yaaaah... diet no gulgarnya cukup lah sampe 17 bulan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dB27uYLDXE/Tna1Xqllk2I/AAAAAAAABLw/BDnvq5p9Mzc/s1600/IMG_5721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dB27uYLDXE/Tna1Xqllk2I/AAAAAAAABLw/BDnvq5p9Mzc/s400/IMG_5721.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;@ sapu lidi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target kedua: Mie Akung! Haa! Dari semenjak pertama gue makan di sini, somehow kalo ke Bandung gue bakalan merengek sama yang ngajak buat bawa ke Akung, kalau dulu korbannya bokap atau kakak gue, sekarang laki gue. Alhamdulillah ya &lt;strike&gt;sesuat...&lt;/strike&gt; laki gue juga doyan benerrrrrr! Jadi kalau minta laki gue kesana ya dia juga doyan. Dan ternyata anak gue juga samanya sama emak-bapake! Alhamdulillah yaa... &lt;strike&gt;sesua...&lt;/strike&gt; *muntahin Syahrini!* anak gue abis lhooo satu bogem siomay sama mie dua sendok makan gitu, tanpa lepeh loooh! Untuk anak gue yang lambungnya masih mungil, itu udah rekor deh. Haaaah.... Mie Akung, we're sooo gonna miss you kalau kita udah pindah ke luar &lt;strike&gt;negeri&lt;/strike&gt; pulau nanti. Mudah-mudahan sempet kesana lagi yaa sebelum pindah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besoknya kita ke Trans Studio, maksudnya biar kalau jadi pindah paling nggak kita akhirnya udah pernah laah ke sana. Lumayan juga Trans Studio (di hari kerja!) macam Dufan mini pake AC. Akhirnya gue ngerasain juga jadi mamak-mamak yang bawa anak ke Dufan atau semacamnya gitu. Selama ini kalau pergi ke Dufan gue pasti masukin wahana-wahana yang ngocok-ngcocok perut dan berkali-kali, wahana macam istana boneka itu mah dilirik juga ogah.... tapi sekarang -____-". Tapi fun kok, soalnya ngeliat anak seneng itu lebih menghasilkan serotonin ketimbang umbar-umbar adrenalin :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi yang kita masukin di Trans Studio itu &lt;b&gt;petualangan si Bolang&lt;/b&gt;, yang ini macam istana bonekanya Dufan gitu, Izan sih seneng karena kaya naik kereta :)); &lt;b&gt;pirates flying ship&lt;/b&gt; (eh kayanya gue rada sotoy sama namanya :P) kalau yang ini anak gue tanpa ekspresi pas di atas, dia lebih heboh ngeliat dari bawah soalnya kalo dari atas balonnya nggak terlalu kelihatan hehehe...; &lt;b&gt;rumah liliput&lt;/b&gt; (masih sotoy soal nama, jangan jadiin referensi kalau mau kesana yaak!) ini tempat mainan buat toddler gitu, isinya mandi bola, prosotan, gitu-gitu deh...; &lt;b&gt;pertunjukan si bolang &lt;/b&gt;ini nonton operet si bolang &lt;strike&gt;yang udah baligh :&lt;/strike&gt;p; trus apa deh namanya yang semacam kora-kora gitu kalau di Dufan, pas naik yang ini gue and suami gantian megangin anak naiknya, kesian anak gue dia mo coba juga secara basah-basahan gitu, tapi belum boleh karena belum cukup tinggi hehehehe; trus ada juga yang semacam kicir-kicirnya Dufan, mainnya gantian juga sama suami; trus yang terakhir uhm... apa deh namanya... pokoknya jet coster gitu deh, anak gue diajak dong....(NOT) :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcJUfitOZ2M/Tna1Bw7UNRI/AAAAAAAABLs/6PDdQp5nHt4/s1600/IMG_5729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcJUfitOZ2M/Tna1Bw7UNRI/AAAAAAAABLs/6PDdQp5nHt4/s400/IMG_5729.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pirates flying ship&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall dari semua wahana yang kita cobain, (oh, suami gue sempet nyobain dua wahana lainnya waktu gue nemenin anak gue mandi bola) permainannya sama-sama aja kaya Dufan TAPI cepet banget neeeek! Yang jet coaster aja gue iseng ngitungin dari mulai dia gerak sampe berhenti ternyata cuma 30 detik! Untung naiknya nggak pake antri, kalau pake antri.... baiknya duduk-duduk aja deh di sana, nggak sebanding sama asiknya permainan. Kaya petualangan si Bolang itu (yang kaya istana boneka) itu kayanya lebih lama jalan dari masuk gerbangnya sampe naik ke kereta ketimbang durasi di dalam keretanya. Tapi yaaaa, pake AC siiih nggak panas gitu deh. Oooh satu lagi bagusnya Trans Studio, mbak-mbak yang di rumah liliput (kalau namanya bener) mau ngajak anaknya main di dalam. Awalnya gue nggak bisa masuk gara-gara nggak ada kaus kaki, mau beli tapi kartunya lagi dipegang suami, doi lagi nyobain wahana lain, sementara anak gue begitu liat kolam bola udah menggelepar2 aja pengen nyemplung. Mbak-mbaknya ngajak anak gue masuk, anak gue awalnya ragu dikit (dikit banget ragunya) tapi kolam bola udah manggil-manggil aduhai jadi anak gue hayuuuuuk aja ngikut si mbak deh :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malamnya kita makan di Kiosk atas saran dare adik ipar gue, sekalian kumpul-kumpul sama adik gue and adiknya Billy yang emang tinggal di Bandung. The Kiosk ini konsepnya merestorankan kaki lima, isinya kumpulan kai lima-kaki lima di sekitaran Bandung. Menu favoritnya iga bakar Pak Jangkung. Gue sih jelaaas pilih iga bakar tapi sapi, suami pilih iga bakar kambing, anak gue makan nasi uduk sama ayam bakar... banyak lhooo die makannya, setengah porsi nasi uduk abis! Sampingannya kita juga nyobain tahu gejrot yaa lumayan, adik ipar gue pesen pek-empek juga lumayan. Yang paling enak kalau jalan-jalan kuliner di Bandung itu harganya semuanya menyesuaikan harga mahasiswa gitu. Malam itu kita makan gila-gilaan (beneran gila-gilaan, 8 porsi buat 4,5 orang) totalnya cuma 200ribuan. *usep-usep perut*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SrR9yAztRmI/TndkQqusJtI/AAAAAAAABL0/2b5umPDYLt4/s1600/IMG_5762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SrR9yAztRmI/TndkQqusJtI/AAAAAAAABL0/2b5umPDYLt4/s400/IMG_5762.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;@ The Kiosk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeehhh.... gue lupaaaaakkk!!! Sebelum ke Trans Studio kita mampir dulu ke BMC (Bandungsche Melk Centrale). Jualan utamanya yoghurt and kefier (menurut suami). Disitu gue pesen nasi goreng kambing, suami makan sop buntut... yaaaa lumayan deh nilai rata 6,5-7. Anak gue dipesenin makaroni panggang, enakan makaroni panggang gue! HA HA HA!!! Tapi yang asik disana karena gedungnya gedung lama juga, dari jaman Belanda juga, jadi yaaa selain makan kita juga sambil ngebayangin "oooooo jaman dulu resto-restonya para londoh itu begini tooooh". Sebenernya yang pengen ke BMC itu laki gue, ceunah itu obsesi dari dulu... waktu jaman jadi mahasiswa cuma mampu memandang dari luar mungkin gitu hehehehe.... Eh tapi nggak mahal-mahal banget sih makanannya, untuk sop buntut aja harganya 30ribuan. Tapi yaaaa namanya juga mahasiswa dulu kaaan, makanan yang penting murah meriah tapi porsi banyak! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besoknya kita niatnya mau ngajak anak ke Kampung Gajah. Tapi begitu sampe sana sepiiiiiiiiiiiiii..... macam kota percobaan target nuklir. Herannya dari depan nggak ditutup, jadi kita bisa seenaknya aja masuk ke dalam seliweran walau pun nggak ada orang. Kalau kita kemaren iseng mau roboh-robohin tenda juga nggak bakal ada yang marah kayanya :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ga dapet ke Kampung Gajah akhirnya kita memutuskan ke Rumah Sosis, karena disitu juga ada tempat main buat anak-anaknya, ples kuda! Yeaaah, kita udah menjanjikan anak kalau hari itu insyaAllah dia bakal naik kuda. Begitu sampai di rumah sosis ternyata tempat mainnya &lt;strike&gt;rada&lt;/strike&gt; kotor. Sebenernya untuk urusan tempat main anak gue rada pilih-pilih... apa lagi kaya mandi bola gitu. Kalo tempatnya kaya yang nggak pernah dibersihin gitu gue juga kan males masuk, masa iya gue suruh anak gue masuk situ. Tapi namanya juga anak-anak, begitu liat bola banyak langsung pengen nyemplung. Hrrrrr.....! Untungnya anak gue sekarang lagi obsesi berat sama golf (entah dari mana, emak bapake nggak ada yang doyan padahal) dan kebeneran di rumah sosis ada tempat buat anak-anak main golf. Jadi setelah dibujuk buat main golf anak gue langsung angkat kaki dari kolam bola yang gue yakin belum dibersihin sejak Ramadhan. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya wahana main di Rmah Sosis biasa-biasa aja, emang relatif murah juga sih main di sana. Tapi untuk kebersihan nilainya jelek. Yaaaah paling nggak akhirnya anak gue naik kuda deh. Gue aja yang ngilu megangin anak gue sambil naik kuda... e beneran, mendingan disuruh naik jet coaster 5x daripada naik kuda sambil megangin anak, mana jalanannya naik turun pulak. Tapi doi berhasil bikin gue naik kuda 4x puteran kok..... nasib jadi emak. -____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulang dari Rumah Sosis akhirnya kita makan lagi di The Kiosk, murah dan enyaak. Laki gue pan lidahnya Indonesia banget gituh, cocok deh dia sama yang begitu-begitu. Kali ini gue pesen iga bakar domba! Haa...! Dan malamnya sempet muter2 dikit ke FO, sebenernya nggak ada yangpengen dibeli sih, tapi yaaa sesekali konsumtip gitu hehehe... abis itu makan di Nany's Pavilion. Iiiih padahal kan Nany's Pavilion di ALam Sutera juga ada, ngapain juga jauh-jauh ke Bandung makan di sana jugeee? Biarin aje, karena kita kayanya nggak bakalan sempet juga nyobain kalo di deket rumah sendiri! hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya udeeeh, gitu deh cerita liburan singkatnyeeee.... Bentar lagi mo ditinggal suami pergi lagi deh nih. Kapan deeeeeeeeehhhh pindah ke luar &lt;strike&gt;negerinya&lt;/strike&gt;??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-4875166132585426981?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/4875166132585426981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=4875166132585426981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4875166132585426981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4875166132585426981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/09/jalan-jalan-ke-bandung.html' title='Jalan-Jalan Ke Bandung'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dB27uYLDXE/Tna1Xqllk2I/AAAAAAAABLw/BDnvq5p9Mzc/s72-c/IMG_5721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-1826706779950397331</id><published>2011-08-28T23:12:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T23:23:54.117+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>To Bali Again (part V - end)</title><content type='html'>Should I still continue the story? Heck, it's been months and I've mostly forgot. I'm so sorry, but to make you happy errr... I guess we went to Bali Safari Marine Park on our last day in Bali, had fun for kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, that's all I can say. Don't get grumpy darling, Ied is two days close and we need to forgive each other... please forgive my laziness for blogging. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, Happy Ied Mubarak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I travel I &lt;s&gt;promise&lt;/s&gt; try to share the story right away...! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-1826706779950397331?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/1826706779950397331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=1826706779950397331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1826706779950397331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1826706779950397331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-bali-again-part-v-end.html' title='To Bali Again (part V - end)'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-8326427790569245096</id><published>2011-08-06T22:57:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T01:16:28.673+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sumthing to share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dive'/><title type='text'>If You Call Your Self A Diver...</title><content type='html'>...Then you should give total respect to the sea! Gitu deh kira-kira yang seharusnya. Eh.. eh... ada apa ini? Kok tau-tau nyolot? Jadi begini ceritanya... teng teng teng teng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa minggu yang lalu, gw dikasih kesempatan sama suami buat ikut one day dive trip di Sangiang, happy gembira bukan kepalang dong gw! Apalagi beberapa hari setelahnya gw berencana ikutan workshop yang bakalan ninggalin anak seharian selama beberapa hari, so tawaran dari suami ini layak diterima dengan hati berbunga-bunga, sekalian buat ngelatih anak seharian ditinggal emaknya gitu. Nggak tanggung-tanggung lhooo suami gw, segala dive gears dan tetek bengeknya dia yang nyiapin lho, gw cuma diminta nyiapin kebutuhan anak aja selama gw tinggal dive. Soalnya waktu itu gw lagi sibuk juga dengan sederetan deadlines. Ajib yaaa doi! Cintaaak! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya segala-galanya udah dipersiapkan deh, gw tinggal duduk manis di kapal dan nyemplung ke laut. Selama di kapal susah payaaah banget gw buat nahan ujung bibir biar nggak naik. I believe I have failed big time. Walau nggak nyemplung sama suami, tapi yaaah kalo urusannya masuk laut sama aja rasanya kaya nunggu suami pulang setelah dua minggu di lapangan, macam mau ketemu pacar gitu! huhuhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang-orang yang akan dive bareng saat itu lumayan menyenangkan, somehow kita langsung akrab aja gitu. Ada 8 divers yang dibagi dalam 2 kelompok, kelompok pertama untuk fun dive ada 5 orang termasuk gw ditemenin sama 1 dive guide, kelompok kedua lagi ambil discovery dives 3 orang ditemenin sama 1 instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada awalnya semua menyenangkan, walaupun Sangiang nggak serame dive spot beken yang lain, tapi tetep aja bikin happy! Tapi di dive pertama mulai deh gw ngeliat pemandangan yang bikin sakit mata, I saw a diver hanging on tight to coral to keep him self from drift. Ada coral yang bentuknya kaya batang pohon itu, si diver tadi lagi pegangan kuat kesitu macam narik tambang. Langsung gw samperin dan gw tegor... dan setelah gw liat-liat lagi, gw baru nyadar ternyata dia dive guidenya! heleeeeeeeh.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah dive pertama, kita mendarat di pulau Sangiang buat makan siang. Perasaan gw rada nggak enak sih sebenernya begitu tau yang gw tegor ternyata si guide sendiri, berasa macam tamu sotoy gini gw, but I have to do what I have to do kan?? So pura-pura lupa sama kejadian tadi gw pun nikmatin makan siang sambil becandaan sama divers yang lain. Setelah makan siang, I impressed dengan gaya mereka yang mengumpulkan semua sampah bekas makan dan dibawa (I thought) menuju kapal. Saat itu gw mulai mikir, waaaah... hebat-hebat ternyata orang-orang ini, senaaaaaang :). Tapi begitu di dermaga, terjadilah pemadangan yang bikin sakit mata kedua.... itu plastik gede berisi segala sampah bekas kotak makan dan gelas plastik (eh mereka nggak pake styrofoam loooh, gw juga tambah senang tadinya) ternyata di taro dengan anggun begitu aja di pinggir dermaga. laaaaaaahhh....???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontan gw nanya "itu sampahnya ditinggal disitu?", dan si guide jawab "iya, nanti dibakar." Jiaaaaah....! Sempet 2 atau 3 kali gw nengok balik ke plastik merana itu, rasanya pengen gw ambil aja gw pulung buat proyek gw tapi tengsin juga. Dan tengsin pun menang! Hufff.... sementara di rumah segala plastik dicuci dan diupayakan nggak masuk tong sampah, apalagi dibakar eeeeh kali ini gw ngeliat plastik gede dibiarin melongo di pulau orang, berharap dibakar sama penghuni pulau supaya mereka bisa nyium asap hasil pembakarannya.... (iya, sarkasme)! Itu bukan perilaku tamu yang baik rasanya :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi lah gw kembali ke kapal dengan sedikit sedih. Tapi langsung dihibur dengan nyemplung ke laut. Etapiiiiiiiiii..... beberapa menit kemudian terjadilah pemandangan menusuk mata yang ketiga dan keempat. Ada satu diver dari kelompok discovery dive yang dengan bringas nendang-nendang koral di bawah kakinya, nggak cukup nendang diapun berakhir nginjak koral tadi macam lagi naik eskalator. Sempet gw foto sebelum akhirnya gw tegor. Dan baru meleng dikit aja dari diver yang ini, eh gw liat diver dari discovery juga yang lagi nangkring imut pegangan pake semua jari-jari tangannya di atas coral. Kena tegor pula seketika!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvi28am3ghk/Tj1tXS4wT0I/AAAAAAAABHo/BFuO4UKXF78/s1600/284331_10150263193263150_675953149_7306716_7525321_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvi28am3ghk/Tj1tXS4wT0I/AAAAAAAABHo/BFuO4UKXF78/s400/284331_10150263193263150_675953149_7306716_7525321_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637782555512033090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU CAN NOT DO THIS!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw sih paham kalo mereka newbie, tapi mestinya sebelum mereka masuk laut mereka harus tau dulu aturannya dong. Sama lah macam belajar bawa mobil, lo mesti tau dulu aturan di jalan raya kan sebelum akhirnya lo nyetir di jalan raya. So there is no excuse for what they did! Ah sedih gw... Dan setelah naik ke kapal gw minta maaf ke mereka karena jadi diver yang nyinyir, tapi mereka harus tau, KORAL NGGAK BOLEH DIPEGANG APALAGI DIINJEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan setelah-setelahnya berulang kali gw ngeliat pemandangan yang sama sekali nggak sesuai dengan prinsip gw, such as: buang puntung rokok ke laut, plastik aqua gelas jatuh ke laut and they didn't do any effort to pick it up, ambil nudibranch buat ditunjukin ke diver yang lain, angkat batu yang ada nudibranchnya buat ditunjukin ke diver yang lain . Dan ada kejadian dimana gw lagi motoin plastik yang terperangkap di antara coral yang kaya ranting pohon. Ada satu diver yang notice apa yang lagi gw foto, dia berinistiatif mau ambil plastik itu tapi tangannya besar dan pake glove sementara celah untuk ambil plastiknya sempit, dan cara dia ambil sama sekali nggak seperti mau ambil dengan hati-hati, tapi gragas. Gw tahan tangannya sebelum dia matahin koral ranting tadi, gw ambil pelan-pelan trus gw kasih ke dia. Pas di kapal gw puji dia gara-gara udah mau mungut plastik di laut, tapi ternyata dengan polosnya dia bilang plastiknya udah dibuang lagi ke laut.... Laaaaah bung, lo hampir aja ambil itu plastik dengan cara yang merusak, buat apa effort bringas lo kalo akhirnya tu plastik lo buang juga???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedih gw jadinya. Yang gw sayang-sayang diperlakukan semena-mena. Dan karena gw udah 3 kali negor orang hari itu, jadi semua pemandangan rese setelahnya gw telen aja pait-pait. Dari situ gw jadi sadar, nggak semua diver itu pecinta laut ya. Ada sebagian diver yang menganggap aktivitas diving itu mungkin adventurous, atau macho gitu..jadi mereka suka dengan aktivitasnya bukan dengan lautnya. Padahal mestinya sama sekali nggak gitu. Yang gw tau kita diving buat menikmati laut, jadi mestinya kita tenang, relax, no adrenaline rush, nikmatin pemandangannya, hormatin isinya. Di bawah laut sana kita ini tamu, harus hormatin tuan rumahnya; segala penghuni laut. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menginjak, nyentuh, colek, ambil, ganggu, apalagi merusak sama sekali nggak boleh!&lt;/span&gt; Dan laut pun padahal nggak pernah minta kita jadi tamunya, kita aja yang kandung cinta pengennya berkunjung terus, kita yang butuh sama laut karena itu hargai! Bayangin kalo tau-tau ada tamu masuk rumah kita terus angkat-angkat perabotan kita, ninggalin bekas kerusakan sana-sini, gimana kira-kira perasaan kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? Just few days before gw baca artikel yang bilang divers lah perusak karang yang utama, bukan bomb fishing atau sianida dan pada hari itu gw membuktikan sendiri. So if you call your self a diver, please give more respect to the sea! PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, nih oleh-oleh dai Sangiang.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5J77raI7n-0/Tj2DsCocDyI/AAAAAAAABIQ/bQyMU2WzSQU/s1600/223906_10150263194698150_675953149_7306732_4410306_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5J77raI7n-0/Tj2DsCocDyI/AAAAAAAABIQ/bQyMU2WzSQU/s400/223906_10150263194698150_675953149_7306732_4410306_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637807101181693730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbw3_dL13a4/Tj2DsKZbWWI/AAAAAAAABII/3qdRd24xXck/s1600/223751_10150263195223150_675953149_7306740_6290546_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbw3_dL13a4/Tj2DsKZbWWI/AAAAAAAABII/3qdRd24xXck/s400/223751_10150263195223150_675953149_7306740_6290546_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637807103266216290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xN5cB5uGLAk/Tj2DrwY26LI/AAAAAAAABIA/pe9sszA3cG0/s1600/208016_10150263193683150_675953149_7306722_966996_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MOaHW1Pm90E/Tj2Ez_KaeWI/AAAAAAAABIo/8n1ID7WhNjo/s400/284741_10150263196333150_675953149_7306756_6703145_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637808337201035618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-8326427790569245096?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/8326427790569245096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=8326427790569245096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/8326427790569245096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/8326427790569245096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-you-call-your-self-diver.html' title='If You Call Your Self A Diver...'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvi28am3ghk/Tj1tXS4wT0I/AAAAAAAABHo/BFuO4UKXF78/s72-c/284331_10150263193263150_675953149_7306716_7525321_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-8579273351394176581</id><published>2011-07-09T12:00:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:11:42.772+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>To Bali Again (part IV)</title><content type='html'>What have I done to this blog??? It has been almost two months since we left Bali. Would I still remember the journeys? Uhm... I'll try to re-memorize it. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so we arrived at Ubud at the 6th day. Before we get to Ubud we made a stopover at Lovina beach. There was actually nothing to see there, the beach is very thin, the sea is not as clear as in Amed. According to Lonely Planet Bali &amp;amp; Lombok, tourists go to Lovina beach to get the peace ambiance. Those who mostly go there are  honeymooners, or writers who are longing for the calm instead of very hectic beach like in Kuta. So why did we go there? Ha ha... god question! We went there just to take some pictures so if people ever ask if  we have ever went to Lovina beach, oh yes we have! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son had his lunch at Lovina, while me, husband and the nanny eat at a Muslim's canteen, not too far from the beach. The food was so so, but as long as there is sambal we all can go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Ubud around 2 PM, stayed at Uma Sari Cottage. The place was very nice, nicer then the hotel where we stayed on our previous trip. It's a small hotel which only has 6 or 8 rooms (I cant really remember), hence that  really make it as a private hotel. Lovely! The hotel is surrounded with rice field, the pool is nice, and it is actually at the center of town so shopping would be very easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCurKoMFmfk/ThfnekbDh8I/AAAAAAAABGQ/SlVxJCd6ciM/s1600/IMG_5357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCurKoMFmfk/ThfnekbDh8I/AAAAAAAABGQ/SlVxJCd6ciM/s400/IMG_5357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627220771781969858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the room @ Uma Sari Cottage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JoXxdj_HonI/ThgCFt2bqXI/AAAAAAAABGY/B2RMsdugvCE/s1600/IMG_5394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JoXxdj_HonI/ThgCFt2bqXI/AAAAAAAABGY/B2RMsdugvCE/s400/IMG_5394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627250031629937010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't feel to shop on this trip, we have shopped a lot on our previous trip so I guess it would be enough. Our main purpose going to Ubud is for paying the guilty filling to the kid since we have left him for so many hours to dive. We had really fun in the ocean, but kiddo just waited us at the hotel. :( Poor him! So the rest of the journeys is for the kid! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too difficult to make my son so happy, I know what he likes! Swimming is the number 1 activity that he loves. So after resting a while in the room, I took my son to swim at the hotel pool. There, he was very happy already!:) So we spent the evening at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, me and husband went to watch the Ramayana dance once again, this time at Ubud Palace. Silly us, we brought two cameras and a video cam but we couldn't take any picture. Why? We brought the cameras, but we forgot to brought the media cards... We took off the cards to uploads photo just before we went to Ubud Palace, and we forgot to recharge the video cam! ha ha ha! But that's okay, so we both can really enjoy the show totally. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we stayed at Ubud, we mostly bought Padangnese food. Too bad I cant remember the name, if not I would highly recommend the place! Me and Billy are padangnese food lovers. Padang food is guaranteed halal, and this particular place has awesome cuisines. It's actually quite famous, such a shame that I really cant remember the name. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we took the kid to Bali Zoo. He enjoyed it, but not as much as enjoying swimming or playing with sand. :P  My kid (like most of the kids) loves animals. So zoo is always an option for  destination trip with kid! We didn't spent time too long there,  the zoo is not too big either. But we surely did have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kbx0zzEF7cY/ThgDWHrKgOI/AAAAAAAABGg/RQRM8temvHs/s1600/IMG_5464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kbx0zzEF7cY/ThgDWHrKgOI/AAAAAAAABGg/RQRM8temvHs/s400/IMG_5464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627251412951531746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@ Bali Zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the afternoon we shopped at Pasar Ubud for souvenirs. You  have too bring souvenirs on your return from Bali! :p And at the evening we went to Petulu to see birds. The local claimed the place as bird paradise.  Don't ask me what species of birds was those... I don't understand at all! But sitting at the side of rice field watching the evening goes and birds (so many of them) flying back to their home at some trees at the other side of rice fields.... bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbdmUFMJEDQ/ThgFGjPz6lI/AAAAAAAABGw/ikkogy5DBlA/s1600/IMG_5468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbdmUFMJEDQ/ThgFGjPz6lI/AAAAAAAABGw/ikkogy5DBlA/s400/IMG_5468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627253344498346578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the birds at Petulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3E0eVMShj80/ThgFGp7CfwI/AAAAAAAABGo/R69NZEKLADw/s1600/IMG_5471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3E0eVMShj80/ThgFGp7CfwI/AAAAAAAABGo/R69NZEKLADw/s400/IMG_5471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627253346290269954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@ Petulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;will be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-8579273351394176581?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/8579273351394176581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=8579273351394176581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/8579273351394176581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/8579273351394176581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-bali-again-part-iv.html' title='To Bali Again (part IV)'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCurKoMFmfk/ThfnekbDh8I/AAAAAAAABGQ/SlVxJCd6ciM/s72-c/IMG_5357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-7993054078093606592</id><published>2011-05-25T16:07:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:03:36.775+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dive'/><title type='text'>To Bali Again (part III)</title><content type='html'>So finally all the courses has ended! Congrates to me and Billy! :p But the dives hasn't last yet, we've planned to have at very least 10 dives on this trip. So after we all done at Tulamben, we went straight back to Amed: having surface interval, seeing Izan, having our lunch, resting for a lil while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next dive was at Japanese ship wreck, Amed. We've been there before on our previous trip for two dives: one was on a rainy evening and there were current so the dive was short, and the other was on night dive. I love wrecks, and I was still curious with Japanese ship wreck. I met an octopus there before and a baracuda while we were night diving. So I guess we should go back there again, and enjoy its beauty for longer time at day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our guide was Pak Nyoman. We had a deal to leave the hotel at 2 and Pak Nyoman was on time. It was raining, visibility wasn't really good at about probably 7-10 meters but there wasn't any current. We dive for maximum 17 meters deep since I just dove to 40 meters in the morning. U see, this is exactly the reason why I need a dive computer, I'm glad tha I finally decided to buy my self one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you a short explaination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we dive to the deep our blood aren't just absorbing oxygen but also nitrogen. The deeper we dive the more nitrogen we had in our blood, thus we need longer surface interval before starting another dive and we need to count how much is our decompression time last. If we don't have a dive computer we actually still can have a safe dive by counting it on a dive table, but seriously that's sucha lazy thing to do! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never count my deco time before, I'd just trust my dive master/guide. Ha ha... but don't copy that, that's one example of diving error! Now that I have my own dive com, I now really understand how clumsy I was just by trusting the dive guide for my own safety. It happened on the next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went for another three dives, all are jukung dives. Jukung is the local's fisherman's boat. The boat is very small, only fit for four people I guess. I never ride a jukung before, so then I finally try it! Yippy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MojAmVsGZo4/Td0s00e-WMI/AAAAAAAABAY/UkcCrfr0iWw/s1600/jukung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MojAmVsGZo4/Td0s00e-WMI/AAAAAAAABAY/UkcCrfr0iWw/s400/jukung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610689996726884546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on Jukung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first dive that day was at jemeluk, Amed. Maximum depth we reached was 29.4 meters. We actually already told our guide to keep our depth to 25 meters max, but I guess the beauty has dazzled us to go deeper. My deco time is shorter then Billy's or our guide's. Yes, it's because I dove deeper on the day before. After some while at the deepest level I realized that I only have 1 more minute left to be on that level, thanks to my dive computer! Ha... you see, buying a dive computer is soooo worth for my safety! So then we ascending to minimize our depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first and second dive was fun. The second dive was at Pyramid, Amed. But the third dive wasn't very well. Since we dive quite deep on our first dive in the morning, my deco time gets even shorter plus there was time when we need to swim through a current. So I gotta split my concentration for my deco time I have last, and how to keep up with our guide through the current. Huh! I don't really like it. When I dive I want it to be so relax so I can enjoy every single thing I see at the deep. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0-JTQ-EvoU/Td0tPU7rtKI/AAAAAAAABAg/59xPsTZcgTo/s1600/DSC00946%2BL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0-JTQ-EvoU/Td0tPU7rtKI/AAAAAAAABAg/59xPsTZcgTo/s400/DSC00946%2BL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610690452113831074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before the last dive, our guide has forgotten to bring along our weight belts from the previous jukung. Yes, we use different jukung on our last dive. Don't blame us, he told us to leave our belts and he'd take care of it. Then he asked us to set up all his equipments for him while he picked up our belts... Hah, that's the first time on our history that we have to set up our guide's equipment! Our dive guide seemed so hasty and we don't know for what reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the dive when I was still at about 10 meters deep, somehow Billy has only last 30 bars oxygen. I was too focus to get a picture of a tiny crab hiding in a coral while Billy and our guide was already having their 3 minutes five meters stop. Ha?? So then I ascend, and there goes my dive com protest for every time I ascending too fast. Everytime I ascend faster then 10 meters/minute it goes beep beep beep!!!!! And when I was having my three minutes stop at 5 meters (while Billy and our guide was already at the surface), there goes the buoyancy problem :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow when I'm higher then 5 meters deep at the end of a dive I get veeeeeery easy to come up to the surface and be positive buoyant. It feels like there's a magnet that pulling me up. And that is what happen on our last dive. I haven't complete my three minutes stop yet but oh... I was already at the surface??? As the result, I got a quite annoying headache just as I get in the jukung. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my headache is because I haven't complete my three minutes stop, while our guide thinks it's because we have fought a current. I don't know which is right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, our dives has finally end. And next thing to do is to pay all fun dives we had to the dive operator. Apparently Billy didn't bring enough cash while they only accept cash. Billy purposing an idea to pay them tomorrow after we get more cash at the closest city that has an ATM. Somewhat our dive guide really insist to get his cash that evening, and he even proposed if we can lent money from the hotel we're staying and pay them back with credit card. He even called our dive instructor who's also the hotel owner for such idea, but of course she disagree with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so humiliating! We definitely will pay, why wouldn't we?! They should have credit card machine, since we're not paying them as if we're paying for food or what. Thumb down for such service. The next chance if we go back to Amed for fun dive, we will use other dive operator. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I will let you enjoy some of my shots I managed to take during my dives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VS9LDDezR2U/Td0vfdUVHkI/AAAAAAAABBI/W5ehZlc7YUs/s1600/DSC00987%2BL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VS9LDDezR2U/Td0vfdUVHkI/AAAAAAAABBI/W5ehZlc7YUs/s400/DSC00987%2BL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610692928265854530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hello nemo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccJbUStpv58/Td0vfSLTEJI/AAAAAAAABBA/SWme3l3JkK8/s1600/DSC00960%2BL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ccJbUStpv58/Td0vfSLTEJI/AAAAAAAABBA/SWme3l3JkK8/s400/DSC00960%2BL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610692925275181202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lion fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lGn3bS5rPc/Td0ve_JMjEI/AAAAAAAABA4/j0OZsToesrQ/s1600/DSC00767%2BL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9lGn3bS5rPc/Td0ve_JMjEI/AAAAAAAABA4/j0OZsToesrQ/s400/DSC00767%2BL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610692920166091842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lil grumpy shrimp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFsb4JrL8Ws/Td0venJDOrI/AAAAAAAABAw/CiGxywBC5zE/s1600/DSC00758%2BL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFsb4JrL8Ws/Td0venJDOrI/AAAAAAAABAw/CiGxywBC5zE/s400/DSC00758%2BL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610692913723030194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blue ribon eel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WkYDV6rR-gs/Td0xMfMinnI/AAAAAAAABBQ/OYTAjHYET6s/s1600/DSC00751%2BL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WkYDV6rR-gs/Td0xMfMinnI/AAAAAAAABBQ/OYTAjHYET6s/s400/DSC00751%2BL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610694801375796850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porcupine fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo_zeOOMLqQ/Td0veu8WL0I/AAAAAAAABAo/I1l8a-aazss/s1600/DSC00570%2BL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo_zeOOMLqQ/Td0veu8WL0I/AAAAAAAABAo/I1l8a-aazss/s400/DSC00570%2BL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610692915817230146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; big old coral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYSRt2JQhh0/Td0xMsXMMNI/AAAAAAAABBY/jMcnlw8e_nA/s1600/DSC01004%2BL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYSRt2JQhh0/Td0xMsXMMNI/AAAAAAAABBY/jMcnlw8e_nA/s400/DSC01004%2BL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610694804910125266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stone fish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tywl14gQgI4/Td0xM9B664I/AAAAAAAABBg/eI1KQNy7iVY/s1600/DSC01009%2BL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tywl14gQgI4/Td0xM9B664I/AAAAAAAABBg/eI1KQNy7iVY/s400/DSC01009%2BL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610694809384315778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;timid lil crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-7993054078093606592?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/7993054078093606592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=7993054078093606592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/7993054078093606592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/7993054078093606592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-bali-again-part-iii.html' title='To Bali Again (part III)'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MojAmVsGZo4/Td0s00e-WMI/AAAAAAAABAY/UkcCrfr0iWw/s72-c/jukung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-4377414747102338749</id><published>2011-05-11T12:29:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T01:17:59.386+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dive'/><title type='text'>To Bali Again (part II)</title><content type='html'>So we arrived at &lt;a href="http://www.bayucottages.com/index.htm"&gt;Bayu Cottage&lt;/a&gt;, Amed around 3 PM. It was the same place where we stayed for the previous trip. It's a small hotel with 6 rooms, owned by our dive instructor &lt;a href="http://restuningsandini.com/"&gt;Mbak Unieng&lt;/a&gt; and her Dutch husband Marcel. The place is nice, every room has a straight view to the sea (my love!). They always give welcome note for every visitor, not only welcome drink. Since it was our second time there so they wrote us "welcome back to &lt;a href="http://www.bayucottages.com/index.htm"&gt;Bayu Cottage&lt;/a&gt;... for Billy-Diana-Izan". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow all the waitress there remember us and especially Izan. When they help us to unload our bags from the car, they all said hi to Izan in a very warm way as if they just met him yesterday. I'd like to give thumbs up for their hospitality. It feels like staying at family's house. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What also good about &lt;a href="http://www.bayucottages.com/index.htm"&gt;Bayu Cottage&lt;/a&gt; is that they have TV cable, So Izan wouldn't get bored when we leave him for diving... Ok now, enough about the hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't came to Amed just to dive but also to take some specialty courses as I told you before. After loooong discussion while planning the trip, finally we made up our mind for what specialty we want to take. Billy toke digital underwater photography, which I think is good for him since he likes (and understand well) photography. I toke peak performance buoyancy, which I think is good since it will be the first dive with my all new equipments (hoohoo), and deep dive specialty cause I think it will be very useful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;with my dive instructor and her 60s year old Dutch girl friend at Tulamben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RD_wSpYoIQ0/Td0egJWnDLI/AAAAAAAABAQ/X2X5U3We75M/s1600/DSC00634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610674248388906162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RD_wSpYoIQ0/Td0egJWnDLI/AAAAAAAABAQ/X2X5U3We75M/s400/DSC00634.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy has no problem at all with the course and his all new equipments. He used the same weight as he used to, his buoyancy was good. He just need to take some pictures with our instructor's camera and at the other time later they will discuss the result. It looks fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While me... my buoyancy was totally awful on the first dive. I used to use 3 kilos weight, but when we start to descend somehow my feet are more buoyant then my head. I couldn't descend unless I wave my feet to go down, and then I have to hold on a rope to keep being on the water or else I would straightly ascending. As my instructor find out my problem she then ask for one of Billy's weight and try to put it on my BCD pocket... but she couldn't find my pocket, and silly me I didn't remember where all the pockets I have are!? Well, it was my first dive with that BCD. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, we cancel our first dive to get me more weights. Oh wait, before we back to the shore, my instructor has finally managed to put one more weight from Billy to my BCD but I was still positive buoyant. At the end I have to put 5 kilos weight to get a neutral buoyant. It wasn't a problem when being underwater, but it made me so difficult to lift my self to the shore at the beginning. Oh I was so lame! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is on my divesuit. It's as same thick as Billys' but with different fabric. Somehow my divesuit keeps more air then Billys' and it needs to take quite some while until all its pores are filled with water, before that I became more buoyant. So next time I should soak my divesuit overnight before every first dive! Lesson learned! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next dive went well. Peak performance buoyancy (PPB) specialty course needs 2 dives, digital underwater photography takes 3 dives, and deep dive takes 4. So my PPB course ended that day after two dives at Amed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to Tulamben for two dives, and I began with my deep dive course. Preparing my self for deep dive course, I finally decided to buy a dive computer. It wasn't just for the course, it's for my every dive since that time and later on. But being "gaptek" at first I didn't really know what is important to see on a dive computer. I thought dive computer is like a robot that will tell me when to do what. Yeah, fool! Later on review my instructor told me that that is one example of diving error.. ha ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Mares Nemo Sport dive computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Izeq6Si7ts/Td0cNriwXyI/AAAAAAAABAI/RiRn78IFwug/s1600/414154_Nemo_Sport_SI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610671732125884194" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Izeq6Si7ts/Td0cNriwXyI/AAAAAAAABAI/RiRn78IFwug/s400/414154_Nemo_Sport_SI.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 257px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the third day we still toke 2 dives at Tulamben, but on different spot at each dive. Ah I forget to tell that on the day before at Tulamben, it was then my regulator's turn to give me problem... it leaked! Blah! Enough said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day I managed to reduce my weight to 4 kilos...errr... maybe it was at the second day?? But anyway... on the third day, the 5th dive, I descended to 40 meters deep, the limit I can get after taking deep dive specialty. IT-WAS-AWE-SOME!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can shorten my story about my deep dive course with &lt;a href="http://restuningsandini.com/diveblog/2011/05/09/deep-into-the-blue/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;... It's from my instructor's blog telly about my course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-4377414747102338749?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/4377414747102338749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=4377414747102338749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4377414747102338749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4377414747102338749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-bali-again-part-ii.html' title='To Bali Again (part II)'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RD_wSpYoIQ0/Td0egJWnDLI/AAAAAAAABAQ/X2X5U3We75M/s72-c/DSC00634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-1947337200435215529</id><published>2011-05-11T03:17:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:58:30.535+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>To Bali Again...</title><content type='html'>Hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a hello from Bali. We're tripping back to Bali since last Thursday, it has been almost a week now. How should I begin? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every trip must have a reason, plan, preparation, and the story of the trip it self, right? SO I will start from our reason. It's the sea, my love number four after Billy, Izan, and my family. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to enrich our dive log, and also to upgrade our level in diving so we toke some courses again. Billy is now a rescue diver and I'm an advance diver but we plan to keep upgrading our ability for the sake of our safety and who knows maybe one day we can make profit from what we love? he he he... So on this trip Billy take digital photography underwater specialty, while I take peak performance buoyancy and deep dive specialty courses. Uhm, lets first cut about that, I should continue to tell ya about the preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bring along Izan with us (of course) so the trip must be well planned! Billy is the director for technical plan, and I'm Izan's manager so I should make plan for everything about him. :) And just like our previous dive trip, we also bring the nanny to help us taking care of Izan while we dive. Let me tell you, bringing the nanny along on a trip is reaaalllyyyyyy lighten your works! Ha ha... But of course it will cost you more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we go I already prepared Izan's meal for the whole trip. I want him to eat my cooking only so I kinda make some home-made instant meal, if I can call it that way... It's basically just like what he used to eat at home: a soup of blended meat/chicken/fish and corn with chopped various of vegetables. What's different is that I didnt pour water on those meals although they're already cooked, and pack them on plastic clip in one for each day and freeze them. So everyday on the trip I only need to put the frozen meal on slow cooker, add cheese and some water and recook it! It's home-made instant meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And packing... huh! Packing is the only thing I don't like from a trip. But somehow packing this time is a lot easier. Comparing to our last trip to Bali, we brought 2 big suitcases, 2 backpacks, 2 fin and snorkel bags, 1 camera bag, 1 stroller, 1 cooler bag, 1 diaper bag, and a small suitcase for nanny, pfft! No, we don't want to bring too much stuff like that anymore! And since I discover a pouch that can be used for keepng our clothes pressed and very easy to manage, I finally made to pack Billy's, Izan's, and my cloths in just one big suitcase. Awesome! And instead of bringing cooler bag and diaper bag, and we also still need to bring Izan's sand toys, I just put them all in one backpack. Billy still need to bring another backpack for laptop, and camera bag is a must. And since we already have our own dive equipments (woohooo) we put them all on a huge dive bag. So on this trip we're bringing: 1 big suitcase, 1 huge divebag, 2 backpacks, 1 camera bag, 1 small suitcase for nanny, and Izan's carseat. We think that carseat is al ot useful then stroller, beside it's also about safety. SO there, and I become one happy lady! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&gt;&gt;my lil champ helps me pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQthlFG-Q68/Td0X5UcFH3I/AAAAAAAAA_w/e_vzsXk0NJs/s1600/IMG01228-20110503-1616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQthlFG-Q68/Td0X5UcFH3I/AAAAAAAAA_w/e_vzsXk0NJs/s400/IMG01228-20110503-1616.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610666984279973746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was on Thursday morning 6.30 AM. We needed to leave the house at dawn. Billy (as always) has prepared everything: taxi, ticks, rent car, hotels....everything! (Yes, I'm a very lucky wife!^^) The flight was fine, Izan didn't get cranky at all. He was asleep during the flight, woke only before take off and after landing, he kinda knew when is the right time to wake up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&gt;&gt;at Soeta airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XiGzRe1-HQ/Td0X5mfvRZI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Sd395GgOsjU/s1600/IMG01235-20110505-0538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XiGzRe1-HQ/Td0X5mfvRZI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Sd395GgOsjU/s400/IMG01235-20110505-0538.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610666989127157138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car we rent is Suzuki APV, without driver. They already waited for us as we arrived at Denpasar.  We bought meals from McD at the airport for breakfast, then went straight to Carefour to buy diapers (for easier packing I rather buy diapers at Denpasar instead of brought from Jakarta), milks for Izan, drinks and snacks for us, and finally headed up to Amed. This time we toke different route. It was like a dejavu, everything was set pretty much like the previous trip but better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&gt;&gt;our trip map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7bhmE-7LGE/Td0Yuu0uTMI/AAAAAAAABAA/zElETdXUz-k/s1600/Map-Bali-Trip%2BMay%2B%252711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7bhmE-7LGE/Td0Yuu0uTMI/AAAAAAAABAA/zElETdXUz-k/s400/Map-Bali-Trip%2BMay%2B%252711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610667901895724226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be continued... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-1947337200435215529?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/1947337200435215529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=1947337200435215529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1947337200435215529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1947337200435215529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-bali-again.html' title='To Bali Again...'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQthlFG-Q68/Td0X5UcFH3I/AAAAAAAAA_w/e_vzsXk0NJs/s72-c/IMG01228-20110503-1616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-4236201472816737834</id><published>2011-04-27T00:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T00:17:40.481+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Dear God, please protect me from love that dazzle me out of You&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please don't test me with my family&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please make them as my door to enter Your heaven...&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please let us be one again on the afterlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-4236201472816737834?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/4236201472816737834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=4236201472816737834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4236201472816737834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4236201472816737834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/04/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-4584781902009379201</id><published>2011-04-25T23:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T23:33:01.570+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sumthing to share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>Who Am I To Judge?</title><content type='html'>Belakangan ini banyak kejadian yang bikin gue mikir...err, mikir banyak hal. Gue secara subjektif dan pribadi (taelaaaah) setiap denger satu cerita pasti langsung menerima pake reseptor-reseptor pendek yang paling aktif di kepala: namanya reseptor subjektif. Alhasil, komentar gue habis denger berita yang aneh-aneh atau nggak sesuai dengan cara berpikir gue, si reseptor-reseptor subjektif tadi bakalan bunyiin saraf-saraf motorik untuk gerakin otot alis biar naik, otot jidat biar ngernyit, dan yang paling penting otot bibir biar bisa langsung nyerocos nyinyir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contoh kasus:&lt;br /&gt;1) Ada ibu single parent beranak satu yang memutuskan pergi kerja ke luar negeri and ningalin anaknya sama orang tuanya. &gt;&gt; reseptor subjektif menerima &gt;&gt; kirim sensor ke motorik otot bibir &gt;&gt; nyinyir otomatis:"tu emak gilak yaaa, kagak sayang anak!!! nggak abis pikir gua, kok ya tegaaaaaaaaaaa....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ada istri yang kerja nine to five, bahkan mungkin lebih, anak ditinggal di rumah, biarin suami yang jaga, suami kerja di rumah. &gt;&gt; reseptor subjektif menerima &gt;&gt; kirim sensor ke motorik otot leher sama otot lidah &gt;&gt; kepala geleng-geleng, lidah berdecak &gt;&gt; otot bibir nggak ketinggalan terima sensor &gt;&gt; nyinyir otomatis : "nggak abis pikiiiiiiiiir, kok bisa nyuruh suami jaga anak? tsk..tsk..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebaliknya ada lagi contoh kasus dimana gue yang di-"subjektifkan". Ada orang yang nggak suka dan menganggap konyol tentang cara gw melakukan ini-itu di rumah. Kali ini yang nerima bukan reseptor subjektif, melainkan reseptor sok bijak. Respon yang dihasilkan adalah pemikiran: "Urusan apa orang itu ngejudge cara gue ngurus rumah tangga gue sendiri? Segala yang gue lakuin ini kan pake pemikiran yang matang buat kebaikan keluarga gue doooooooooooong......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari sini gue jadi ketampar, lah gue pan sama yaaak kaya dia??! Setelah gue pikir-pikir lagi contoh kasus di atas, ternyata ada reseptor objektif yang garis hantaran listriknya kepanjangan jadi suka kalah cepet sama reseptor subjektif, nyaris tak terdengar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contoh kasus:&lt;br /&gt;1)Ada ibu single parent beranak satu yang memutuskan pergi kerja ke luar negeri and ningalin anaknya sama orang tuanya. &gt;&gt; reseptor objektif menerima (jalannya lamaaaaaaaaaaaaa banget) &gt;&gt; nggak kirim sensor ke bibir, mata, alis, leher, kepala, pundak, lutut, kaki, lutut, kaki &gt;&gt; tapi kirim telegram ke otak: "bok, lo tau ape??? Dia kerja ke luar negerikan demi bisa ngidupin anaknya dan dia sendiri biar nggak minta-minta sama orang tuanya. Dia single fighter loooh, mending lo bisa kaya dia, duit laki lo aja masih sering lo abisin!" -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Ada istri yang kerja nine to five, bahkan mungkin lebih, anak ditinggal di rumah, biarin suami yang jaga, suami kerja di rumah. &gt;&gt; reseptor objektif menerima, tapi nerimanya macam pake sinyal *** di tengah hutan rimba (ga boleh sebut merek) &gt;&gt; kirim telegram ke otak : "eh nyong, lo tau apeeeee? Mungkin suaminya nanggung kalo mo kerja, karena masih ada kontrak sama kerjaan yang sebelumnya (die kerja di kapal gitu critanye), tapi kalo dua-duanya nganggur ntar mereka makan pake apaaaa... Jadi ya bininya kali yang mengalah demi karir lakinye yang tetap berjaya dan keluarga yang tetep sentosa!" *apa deh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ih gue malu deh sama diri gue sendiri... sok tau, sok iye! Sebenernya contoh kasusnya banyak loooh... ya ampun, banyak juga ya dosa su'uzon gue berarti nih! xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makasih yaa, yang udah ngejudge gue, gue jadi ketampar and jadi sedikit sadar kalo orang-orang, err... semua orang (termasuk gue) pasti melakukan sesuatu karena alasan yang terbaik menurut mereka. Siapa deh gue dengan sotoynya mikir kalo pendapat gue yang paling bener? Emang gue bisa liat isi kepala orang-orang??? Cih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*malu* *ngumpet dibawah selimut* *met bobooook...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-4584781902009379201?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/4584781902009379201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=4584781902009379201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4584781902009379201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4584781902009379201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-am-i-to-judge.html' title='Who Am I To Judge?'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-203208391711652974</id><published>2011-04-15T11:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:44:20.724+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sumthing to share'/><title type='text'>One Of My Big Questions Recently</title><content type='html'>this is my email to marinebuddies@googlegroups.com since it has ben an obstacle in my mind... Who knows, maybe oneday it can really happen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011/4/15 &lt;br /&gt;Diana Saib &lt;br /&gt;‪&lt;diana_saib@yahoo.com&gt;‬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallooooo marbud'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo tanya2 soal ikan. Akhir-akhir ini suka jadi kepikiran di kepala, bahkan sampe kebawa mimpi segala... Di mimpi itu saya beli ikan di supermarket yang ditempelin label "eco friendly", maksudnya ikannya ditangkap dengan cara yg ramah lingkungan gitu. Pas di mimpi itu rasanya legaaaaa banget, akhirnya ketemu tempat beli ikan di jakarta tanpa merasa "berdosa". Apa daya, ternyata cuma mimpi... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya jadi penasaran, apa ada supermarket di jakarta yang nempelin label "eco friendly" macam itu buat produk lautnya? Kalo ada dimana ya? Trus apa ada supermarket yang pajang seafood guide di bagian ikan-ikannya? Kalo belum ada, apa mungkin wwf or marbud meminta supermarket2 buat bikin yg seperti itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena menurut saya pendekatan ke konsumen saja masih kurang. Contohnya saya sendiri, saya masih kepingin makan hasil laut yang ada di zona kuning, tapi saya bingung, yang saya mau beli itu masih merugikan ekosistem apa tidak? Pastinya kan bisa lebih mudah kalau supermarket bisa diajak untuk membimbing konsumen.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang masih memungkinkan untuk diajak kerjasama sih supermarket gitu kali yaaaa, kalo pasar mungkin masih susah ya. Supermarket2 aja udah mau mulai memperbaiki masalah plastik yang undegradable demi lebih ramah lingkungan, masak nggak mau bijak sama jualan hasil laut... Imho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya jadi berkhayal, kalau supermarket mulai hanya meminta hasil laut yg ditangkap dengan cara yg benar, maka nelayan mau nggak mau juga akan mengikuti permintaan. Lama kelamaan mungkin pasar tradisional pun akan terbawa imbasnya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekedar masukan aja. Demi laut yg tetap lestari sampai anak-cucu-cicit...dst. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam.&lt;br /&gt;Diana Saib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-203208391711652974?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/203208391711652974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=203208391711652974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/203208391711652974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/203208391711652974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-of-my-big-questions-recently.html' title='One Of My Big Questions Recently'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-1711921577917801537</id><published>2011-04-04T17:50:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:54:24.454+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sumthing to share'/><title type='text'>Wiser Life For Greener Living</title><content type='html'>Sejak jadi orang tua, ada beberapa issues yang suka kepikiran di kepala. Salah satu issue yang suka jadi pembahasan gue dan suami adalah (eng ing eeeeng...) global warming issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita semua ngerasain banget deh efek global warming sekarang. Kerasa banget bedanya bumi jaman kita dulu masih kecil-kecil tahun 80-90an dibandingkan sekarang. Nggak usah jauh-jauh ngintip es meleleh di antartika sana, di Indonesia, di Jawa, di JABODETABEK udah berasa banget efeknya: panas yang bukan kepalang dikala siang, cuaca yang nggak lagi bisa ditebak; badai &amp; banjir di musim apa aja....&lt;br /&gt;Dan kalo lo suka baca-baca soal laut dan terumbu karang, sekarang ini mulai banyak lho terumbu karang yang mati (bleached coral) gara-gara suhu di laut meningkat. Eh, jangan lupa juga urusan ulat bulu yang jadi teror dimana-mana.... hiiiiisssshhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang gue pikir ada andil dosa untuk ngelahirin anak ke bumi di jaman yang iklimnya udah mulai absurd kaya gini. Kasian amat ya anak-anak gue terpaksa berjuang dengan iklim yang nggak bisa ditebak, padahal dia nggak punya andil bikin bumi jadi garang kaya gini. Yang punya andil ya emak-babe dan nenek-moyangnye... Tapi untuk nggak mau punya anak kan juga nggak mungkin, jadi menyimpang dari ajaran agama dong. Jadi gimana dong jalan keluarnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue percaya bahwa ada Yang Maha Adil. If you do good, you'll get good. Gue sangat pengen anak gue bisa merasakan iklim yang lebih stabil seperti dulu gue rasain waktu masih anak-anak. Gue sangat berharap anak gue bisa merasakan suhu yang nggak sepanas sekarang, apalagi lebih panas dari sekarang. Gue pengen banget anak gue masih bisa nikmatin koral-koral yang warna-warni pada waktunya nanti. Teramat sangat pingin... How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I believe that if I do good I'll get good, jadi gue mau mulai berusaha untuk lebih ramah sama bumi, mudah-mudahan anak-anak gue nanti bisa ngedapatin benefitnya dari itu. Mungkin yang gue kerjain nggak sebanding dengan perusakan yang lebih masif, tapi teruslah yakin sama Yang Maha Adil. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I done to earth? Not so much... yet. Aheheheheheu... But thanx to earth hour on March 26th kemarin, gue jadi teringatkan kembali untuk mulai hidup yang lebih ramah lingkungan. Sebelumnya gue dan suami udah mulai sedikit-sedikit dari memisahkan sampah kering dan sampah basah. Tapi yang kita kerjain kayanya masih jauh dari benar hehehehe... Yah, maklum lah yaaaa kita masih belajar untuk bisa lebih go green. Tapi setelah browsing dan baca2, kita memutuskan untuk mulai hidup yang lebih bijak sama bumi, dan mudah-mudahan bisa dikerjakan dengan serius. Jadi ini lah yang kita ubah di rumah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hemat listrik!&lt;br /&gt;Semenjak earth hour kemarin, gue jadi lebih tergerak untuk hemat listrik. Matikan listrik yang nggak perlu. Matikan TV kalo ngak ada yang nonton. Cabut charger kalo nggak dipake. AC nyala saat kamar emang ada orangnya. Biar bagaimana pun, anak cucu gue nantinya butuh listrik tapi gimana mereka bisa dapat listrik cukup kalau gue foya-foyain sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hemat air!&lt;br /&gt;Matikan keran pas sikat gigi. Hidupkan keran seperlunya pas sabunan. Hidupkan keran seperlunya waktu nyuci-nyuci buah, sayuran , endesbre.... nggak perlu keran yang kenceng banget toh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pelit plastik!&lt;br /&gt;Yang ini kita masih sangat-sangat berupaya... (mudah-mudahan berhasil mengurangi sampai titik terminim). Biasanya di rumah gue selalu mengumpulkan sampah basah di dalam tempat sampah  yang ada di dalam rumah. Tempat sampah itu ditampung pake plastik. Setiap hari plastik itu dibuang ke tempat sampah besar di luar rumah buat diambil sama tukang sampah. Berarti kami masih menyumbang paling tidak 1 kantong plastik tiap harinya untuk mencemari bumi. Dan dengan menampung sampah pake plastik membuat kami jadi ketergantungan plastik. Ini yang berusaha kami ubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah berdiskusi panjang dengan suami akhirnya kami memutuskan untuk: menampung sampah di tempat sampah dalam tetap pake plastik, tapi sampah dituang di tempat sampah besar dan plastik tempat sampah dalam bisa dipake kembali. Plastik yang menampung di tempat sampah besar diplester, dan ditutup tempat sampah tersebut kami tulis "demi mengurangi sampah plastik, mohon ambil sampah hanya jika plastik telah penuh dan diikat." Maksudnya supaya tukang sampah yang mengumpulkan sampah tidak mengambil plastik di tong sampah luar tersebut setiap hari. Mudah-mudah ketergantungan akan plastikk pun bisa berkurang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kV0xBgELgk8/TacRzrqRRvI/AAAAAAAAAug/sAkWsEeAsCc/s1600/IMG01061-20110409-0838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kV0xBgELgk8/TacRzrqRRvI/AAAAAAAAAug/sAkWsEeAsCc/s400/IMG01061-20110409-0838.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595460641622148850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi yang bikin dosa plastik membumbung adalah pada saat belanja ke pasar. Kalau belanja ke pasar buat beli ikan, ayam, yang basah-basah gitu penjualnya suka kasih plastik dobel. Plastik bekas ikan dan ayam pasti bau amis dan ngundang semut, alhasil nggak bisa disimpan untuk dipake lagi jadi deh langsung masuk tong sampah. Ini yang suka bikin gue merasa bersalah... :( Tapi akhirnya, demi masa depan anak cucu *tsaaaah* gue mau berkomitmen untuk bawa kotak-kotak plastik (kaya kotak bekas eskrim gitu lhooo) kalo ke pasar buat naro ikan atau ayam atau apa pun yang basah2. Kita bisa minta penjualnya untuk bersihin ikan dan ayamnya, masukin kotak, pas sampe rumah langsung susun di freezer, malah lebih ringkes yaaaaak?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, gue juga pesen &lt;a href="http://shop.greeneration.org/products-page/polyester"&gt;tas bagoes&lt;/a&gt; dari &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/greenerationid"&gt;@greenerationid&lt;/a&gt; buat mengurangi pemakaian plasik. Jadi kalo belanja bisa ditampung pake reusable bag bagoes itu deh, tapi karena baru beli 2 doang jadi kalo belanjanya banyak yaaaa, kudu bawa bekal plastik dari rumah kali yaaaak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;tas bagoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGR3I717cxo/TacSiznbu6I/AAAAAAAAAuw/QV618QVz1-o/s1600/IMG01119-20110414-1919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qGR3I717cxo/TacSiznbu6I/AAAAAAAAAuw/QV618QVz1-o/s400/IMG01119-20110414-1919.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595461451211586466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDHtLXdqKrw/TacSivA3IKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/3gmisRl9moo/s1600/IMG01117-20110414-1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDHtLXdqKrw/TacSivA3IKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/3gmisRl9moo/s400/IMG01117-20110414-1904.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595461449976062114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lebih wise sama sampah!&lt;br /&gt;Selain pesen tas bagoes dari &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/greenerationid"&gt;@greenerationid&lt;/a&gt;, gw juga pesen &lt;a href="http://greeneration.tumblr.com/post/1699134956/takakura-hmmm"&gt;keranjang takakura&lt;/a&gt;. Asal muasalnya gara-gara dapet brosur dari &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/greenerationid"&gt;@greenerationid&lt;/a&gt; waktu main-main ke deep and extreme Indonesia expo. Dari situ gw dapet info soal &lt;a href="http://greeneration.tumblr.com/post/1699134956/takakura-hmmm"&gt;keranjang takakura&lt;/a&gt;. Keranjang yang bisa mengolah sampah organik jadi pupuk kompos. Lumayan kan, kita jadi mengurangi sampah rumah tangga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;keranjang takakura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODThKAF84kQ/TacVf9yCvtI/AAAAAAAAAvA/lXzwjLULoeU/s1600/IMG01116-20110414-1903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODThKAF84kQ/TacVf9yCvtI/AAAAAAAAAvA/lXzwjLULoeU/s400/IMG01116-20110414-1903.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595464700935716562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi deh sekarang di rumah gue ada 3 tempat sampah besar: sampah recyclable, unrecyclable, dan sampah organik yang bisa dikomposin. Nggak cukup sampe disitu siiih.... Masalahnya walau pun kita udah misahin sampah recyclable and unrecyclable, tapi di TPA ternyata sampah yang diambil sama truk-truk sampah itu akhirnya berakhir di tempas yang sama. Jadi percuma dooong kita udah capek-capek misahin dari rumah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are planning to be wise, yaaa berarti kita pun harus pinter buang sampah. Sampah yang recyclable dikumpulin trus diantar sekali dua minggu ke penampung sampah plastik/kertas. Ada lhoooo yang mau nampung! Kenyataannya sampah yang recyclable ini emang lama kekumpulnya kalo di rumah gue. Dan supaya sampah ini nggak jadi panggilan menarik buat tikus atau binatang apa kek gitu, pastiin plastik-plastik yang masuk kesitu udah dicuci, paling nggak dibilas lah biar nggak bau atau nggak ada lagi sisa-sisa makanan yang menggoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitu deh usaha gue and suami demi mendambakan bumi yang lebih ramah buat anak cucu... *sedaaap* :p But anyway, we should always remember what Ghibran has said; "we dont heritage the world to our children but we are borrowing the world from them". Yang terakhir, semuaaaaaaa yang kita kerjain di dunia ini harus ada pertanggung-jawabannya karena semuaaaaaa pasti terkait hukum sebab-akibat, so we really need to be wise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*toss ijo-ijo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-1711921577917801537?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/1711921577917801537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=1711921577917801537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1711921577917801537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1711921577917801537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/04/wiser-life-for-greener-living.html' title='Wiser Life For Greener Living'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kV0xBgELgk8/TacRzrqRRvI/AAAAAAAAAug/sAkWsEeAsCc/s72-c/IMG01061-20110409-0838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-6777131927937322063</id><published>2011-03-16T23:29:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:52:12.372+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-483fmfv2ruo/TYDn53U9SkI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Ksw7UZGm94M/s1600/IMG00947-20110316-1147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-483fmfv2ruo/TYDn53U9SkI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Ksw7UZGm94M/s400/IMG00947-20110316-1147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584718519229827650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--lOtjdnzb5E/TYDnjnf3pfI/AAAAAAAAAko/E639fKHB4aI/s1600/IMG00946-20110316-1147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--lOtjdnzb5E/TYDnjnf3pfI/AAAAAAAAAko/E639fKHB4aI/s400/IMG00946-20110316-1147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584718137023505906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-frh68R3irSc/TYDnjO7UqDI/AAAAAAAAAkg/1Hy14OHrLDA/s1600/IMG00935-20110315-1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-frh68R3irSc/TYDnjO7UqDI/AAAAAAAAAkg/1Hy14OHrLDA/s400/IMG00935-20110315-1208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584718130427766834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enjoy the meals, babe. Perhaps in couples of years ahead there will be just karedok on our anniversary for the sake of our health..." ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I was kidding about the karedok! I hope we keep rocking each other's world until our hair turns gray. And when that time comes, we'd still allowed to eat ANYTHING and able to kiss the sea together! Woohooo.... amiiiin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-6777131927937322063?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/6777131927937322063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=6777131927937322063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/6777131927937322063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/6777131927937322063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-2nd-anniversary.html' title='Happy 2nd Anniversary'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-483fmfv2ruo/TYDn53U9SkI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Ksw7UZGm94M/s72-c/IMG00947-20110316-1147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-7498616104770443296</id><published>2011-03-07T16:54:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T18:04:27.317+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sumthing to share'/><title type='text'>Nyiyir Nggak Selalu Salah</title><content type='html'>Sekitar dua minggu yang lalu blackberry saya bermasalah karena tidak mendapatkan sinyal. Sinyal yang di dapat di sekitaran komplek rumah hanya GSM, jadi BB saya resmi hanya bisa untuk sms dan telpon. Apa gunanya smartphone kalau hanya bisa dipakai sms dan telpon saja? Setelah bolak-balik menghubungi call center selama 5 hari tapi tanpa hasil (kecuali pada akhirnya mereka menelpon dan berpikir kalau BB saya yang kena virus, blah!) dan BB saya tidak berfungsi selama 6 hari, akhirnya saya menyerah dan memutuskan untuk pindah provider lain. Maka langganan blackberry dengan provider yang lama pun dihentikan dengan cara menelepon ke 116 dan juga memutuskan layanan via *363#. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapiiiiiii.... tiba-tiba dua hari yang lalu saya menerima sms bahwa pulsa saya terpotong 99ribu untuk meneruskan langganan blackberry dengan provider yang lama. Saat itu saya rasanya benar-benar muntab. Saya langsung menghubungi call center provider tersebut tapi mereka hanya meminta saya untuk sabar dan tidak bisa melakukan apa-apa selain membantu membuatkan laporan. Dan apakah pulsa saya akan kembali? Tentu tidak bisa. Luar biasa bukan kepalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena kesal maka saya berniat menuliskan kekecewaan saya yang bertubi-tubi tersebut di koran. Tapi sayang dari hasil googling saya dapatkan bahwa sudah banyak yang komplen tentang provider tersebut via media tapi mereka acuh saja. Saya pun mencurahkan kekesalan saya melalui twitter dan facebook. Saya berharap pihak provider tersebut mau memperbaiki layanannya dari koar-koar saya di social media yang tentunya nyaris tak terdengar. Sedikit usaha lebih baik dari pada tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.... inti post kali ini bukan tentang provider mengecewakan tadi. Tapi nanti....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah saya menuliskan keluh kesah saya di twitter atau pun facebook, salah satu orang terdekat saya mengingatkan bahwa hal yang saya kerjakan itu tidak baik untuk saya sendiri. Beliau mengacu pada kasus Prita, pikir beliau, jangan sampai kekecewaan yang saya tumpahkan melalui media akan merugikan saya sendiri dan keluarga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah diberi nasehat yang demikian saya jadi sedih. Sedih luar biasa dengan keadaan sekarang. Skip dulu bagian ini, saya akan cerita tentang hari ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini seorang &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/taufiksam"&gt;teman&lt;/a&gt;, pengacara (ProBono) yang sedang membela clientnya yang tidak mampu, mengeluh di twitter tentang hakim yang mengadili kasusnya. Hakim minta disuap, menurut ceritanya beliau minta "tanda terimakasih" agar keputusan bisa cepat keluar. Tapi untungnya teman saya tidak mau mebayar. Bagaimana nasib clientnya nanti? Saya nggak tau, tapi yang jelas ya begitu lah pengadilan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita semua tau, bahwa semua kasus yang sampai ke pengadilan bisa dibeli. Siapa yang kaya dan tangguh tidak perlu takut dengan apa pun. Siapa yang kecil dan jelata, jangan berani melawan. Orang dekat saya yang menasihati saya untuk menjaga-jaga omongan melalui media, mengingatkan betapa kita sebenarnya tidak berdaya dengan hukum sekarang oleh karena itu jangan berani main api. Sedih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau demikian berhasil sudah pengadilan membuat bungkam mulut jelata. Kasus Prita bukannya membuat rakyat/konsumen/orang kecil semakin berani lantang, justru semakin ciut.  Gilas saja kami, kami tidak berani melawan karena kami tidak bisa meyuap pengadilan. Sedih! Sedih karena saya berada di negara yang tidak bisa menjamin keadilan bagi saya (rakyat). Sedih karena saya pun membesarkan anak di negara yang tidak bisa menjamin keadilan bagi dia juga, karena kami jelata. Sedih karena saya tidak boleh sembarangan menuntut keadilan kepada oknum yang besar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling baik yang bisa saya lakukan adalah menjaga diri dan keluarga saya dari mempunyai masalah dengan orang-orang atau oknum besar. Tapi apakah nasihat kerabat itu akan membuat saya lebih diam? No! Yang salah harus diteriakkan, tapi tentunya dengan cara yang paling bijak. Cerita provider itu adalah cerita remeh-temeh. Inti dari posting ini adalah, supaya kegilaan hukum sekarang tidak membuat kita semakin tunduk karena takut. Kalau tidak bisa melakukan apa-apa untuk melakukan perubahan, nyinyir adalah salah satu jalan yang sbisa kita kerjakan, tentunya selain doa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-7498616104770443296?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/7498616104770443296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=7498616104770443296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/7498616104770443296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/7498616104770443296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/03/nyiyir-nggak-selalu-salah.html' title='Nyiyir Nggak Selalu Salah'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-7556071625198345886</id><published>2011-02-16T20:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T22:32:11.990+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subhanallah</title><content type='html'>Kalau bukan Allah yang mendatangkan saya mimpi untuk bertemu dokter Sucitro,&lt;br /&gt;kalau bukan Allah yang membuat saya berjodoh untuk bekerja dengan beliau,&lt;br /&gt;Kalau bukan Allah yang menggerakkan Billy untuk berobat di klinik dokter Sucitro,&lt;br /&gt;Kalau bukan Allah yang menggerakkan dokter Sucitro untuk menjodoh-jodohkan saya dengan Billy,&lt;br /&gt;Kalau bukan Allah yang menimbulkan kemauan di hati Billy untuk mencari saya lebih jauh,&lt;br /&gt;Kalau bukan Allah yang memudahkan urusan saya dan Billy hingga kami berjodoh...&lt;br /&gt;Tentu tidak akan pernah ada Muhammad Hamizan Hafidz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than you so much Billy Sunyoto and Muhammad Hamizan Hafidz, I find Allah's greatest bless in you which makes me love Allah even more. I love you boys just a little less then to Allah and prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah, alhamdulillah! :_)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On a chill night in Bogor, 16 Feb' 11 20:31:36)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-7556071625198345886?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/7556071625198345886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=7556071625198345886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/7556071625198345886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/7556071625198345886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/02/subhanallah.html' title='Subhanallah'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-7973084491405354767</id><published>2011-02-04T10:02:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T11:34:33.231+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Memory From 1989</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TUtsc0CIW-I/AAAAAAAAAd4/iDVQhFIDsx4/s1600/89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TUtsc0CIW-I/AAAAAAAAAd4/iDVQhFIDsx4/s400/89.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569664606433467362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx to my cousin who has shared this picture on blackberry to us :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a picture of my family in Paris on 1989. It was my sister's birthday but I'm not sure which, though I do remember what was the present :) A Barbi's Ferrari car and the Barbie it self. It was a difficult time for us at school because we were new comers from abroad and we couldn't even understand their language. So our parents spoiled us with those toys so we wouldn't ask them to go back home to Indonesia hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at that picture, I'm amaze with how pretty my mom is. Not to forget how she managed to take care of us three by her self. Back at those time my dad used to work at Peau for 2 weeks in every month. So she was really by her self then, abroad, no relative around but in million miles away. How super she was... and is! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-7973084491405354767?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/7973084491405354767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=7973084491405354767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/7973084491405354767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/7973084491405354767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/02/memory-from-1989.html' title='Memory From 1989'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TUtsc0CIW-I/AAAAAAAAAd4/iDVQhFIDsx4/s72-c/89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-3107150994172210408</id><published>2011-02-01T09:36:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:40:01.976+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood VS Sophisticated Life</title><content type='html'>Hello 2011! I seemed like haven't blog for a year, my last post was on 2010. :)&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy. Not kind of file-ing busy, or full-patients-schedule busy, or making-paper busy... but kind that being-mom-and-housewife busy! It has been two months since I fired my maid. We end up couldn't get along each other, and I think I payed her too much for so little work she did so "je l'avait mis a la porte" (I hope I type it correctly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently doing all home work by my self wasn't that horror, well at least I still have my child's baby sitter who is willing to help me to do some works (thank God). But of course having a baby wont give me a lot of chance to have some me-times. FYI the last time I went to salon was 7 months a go when Izan was still 3 mo and my hair fallen massively till I got so scared to get bald haha.. And the last time I did facial was.... err... uhm... cant even remember! Maybe it was even before I got pregnant cause I didn't want to have any contact with those chemical beauty things while pregnant. I've been drooling for facial treatment but thinking to bring a long my baby there while queuing for a treatment and then he has to wait for more hours while they're working on my face.... uhm I think I'll postpone it for a lil more while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I know exactly that THAT is my problem. I really cant see my self leaving my lil champ too long. I wouldn't be relax! Tons of worries will buzz my mind. And there will be a mono conversation in mind like:  &lt;br /&gt;"What if he's thirsty and wants to breastfeed?", &lt;br /&gt;"Nah, no worry! I've storage milks which make our fridge almost full. He's fine",&lt;br /&gt;"But what if he's not comfortable and then he needs me? He'll cry like a crow!!!!", &lt;br /&gt;"But his baby sitter can handle him",&lt;br /&gt;"Yea but she's not his mom!!!! He needs me me me... the mother! Go back home now!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I don't get comfortable when I got too much patients at work and always hoping for not to get any patient at all on the day I should go practice (though I only practice twice a week, 4 hours each and even on call :p). Although for some chances I kinda miss working for real: being busy outside the house at sophisticated place, five days a week, nine to five, nice payment,  seeing people, socializing...etc. Sometimes I envy my friends with their sophisticated life, who are able to keep working even after having baby. Well, "chaqu'un sa droit"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those stuff can wait. Even though I'm might not a kind of mom who'd say "I want to see my baby's first step, hear his first word, etc"... I don't really care for those first things he does. But I want to make sure that my child gets enough care and love. I want to make sure that I'm raising an Einstein, a would-be gentleman, a gonna-be hafidz, even if possible a superhuman to be. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not suppose to put expectation on my child, I'm trying not to. But what I can do is to raise him as how I want him to be, disregarding what kind of person he will be. My part is to teach and to lead him, one day when he's on his own feet he will walk his own path. Then he can be whatever person he wants. Thus, my fancy dreams of so-called-sophisticated-life not worth this would-be superhuman I'm trying to raise! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-3107150994172210408?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/3107150994172210408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=3107150994172210408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/3107150994172210408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/3107150994172210408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2011/02/motherhood-vs-sophisticated-dream.html' title='Motherhood VS Sophisticated Life'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-5059153329742509109</id><published>2010-12-28T23:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:58:33.859+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>So 2010 will soon be over&lt;br /&gt;Time has brought so many changes&lt;br /&gt;Every night I prepare to sleep thinking of what to do tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer an ambitious human being&lt;br /&gt;My ambition is only for the next 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;Life has decided to turn it self to be boring&lt;br /&gt;I rather let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been stalking those who lives with dreams&lt;br /&gt;Peeping them with envy in distance &lt;br /&gt;My dreams are now hiding inside my son&lt;br /&gt;It might not vanished, it is there somewhere waiting to bloom in a long long time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been contemplating&lt;br /&gt;No resolution for the upcoming year&lt;br /&gt;Come on in 2011, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no ambition for u&lt;br /&gt;For u just numbers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-5059153329742509109?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/5059153329742509109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=5059153329742509109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5059153329742509109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5059153329742509109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-2928453193154507405</id><published>2010-12-04T18:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:05:43.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying to make a post from my blackberry, hey I actually able to post a blog through it! At the first time I bought this gadget, I asked the man who sold me this if I can post a blog from it and he said not. Blah! Don't trust any answer until you prove it your self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, busy with my  while waiting for my patient who prefer to suddenly disappear while I was working on another patient. Don't worry, I don't get disappointed or what, in fact I really hope that that patient is really gone! Stay at home on Saturday evening with family is waaaay better then open your mouth to a dentist.. Come on! But why am I still here then? Oh I  just give a lil shot to wait a while for she/he might come back again. (Although I hope not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I've lost my passion in practicing. Being a mom to a baby who is really dependent on me, there's no more fun on working especially at the evening when it's time for my son to play then sleep. It's not a good time to work at morning either coz it's time for him to take bath and breakfast. Afternoon is neither cool coz it's his lunch time, and after that nap with mommy! No wait a sec, so the whole day is not a good time for working???! Huh, u see?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other side, I used to be afraid of being jobless, and I guess no differ to now. I never want to be a housewife whom financially dependent to husband. So I still need to work. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to figure out what actually the reason that has make me lose all the passion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh patient has come! Gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-2928453193154507405?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/2928453193154507405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=2928453193154507405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/2928453193154507405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/2928453193154507405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-trying-to-make-post-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-2450212660384583426</id><published>2010-11-11T10:46:00.017+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:43:02.854+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dive'/><title type='text'>6 dives at Amed and Tulamben</title><content type='html'>Our main purpose traveling to Bali two weeks ago was to dive. As I said on previous post, Billy wanted to upgrade his level from advance diver to rescue diver. Me too, I wanna be able to dive deeper. Since we both have great passion on diving, we just cant wait to get wet and hope to swim with fishes as soon as we touch down Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been prepared! On our previous dive trip, at Bunaken, we were able to take some pictures since there were an underwater camera for rent. I've been asked and tried to find if there's also such facility at Bali, the result was uncertain. So finally we decided to buy a new pocket camera with it's underwater case. It wasn't an easy thing to find but we finally managed to get one. We both love it, we both happy for having it! That thing is superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Sony underwater case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNul3RjnWpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/UkZECc7LHOo/s1600/IMG00462-20101111-1108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNul3RjnWpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/UkZECc7LHOo/s400/IMG00462-20101111-1108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538202535806327442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short.... Since there are so many pictures, I'm just gonna post some good shots we took here. Oh but before I start downloading pictures, I'm gonna need to tell the spots where we took these pictures. Some picture was taken when we snorkeled or dived at Amed, in front of Bayu cottage. There were also some shots at Japanese ship wreck at Amed, then US ship wreck at Tulamben. When we dived at Tulamben, we met a big school of jack fish, swimming in circle surrounding us. There were thousands of them! That was such experience I hardly forget. And also some shots from a night dive at Japanese wreck. And if you ask who toke these pictures? Most pictures were taken by Billy, some by me. But on night dive, all pictures were taken by Billy. Enough with words! Here there are.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuuanMi4TI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fqcUEzIIqVQ/s1600/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuuanMi4TI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fqcUEzIIqVQ/s400/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538211939003588914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Nemo family &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuwAQwpfaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/PnvMHuD4yvY/s1600/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuwAQwpfaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/PnvMHuD4yvY/s400/f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538213685327658402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuwADjXCMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/m3hoLZQPVLI/s1600/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuwADjXCMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/m3hoLZQPVLI/s400/e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538213681782261954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuwAN7i7NI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bRMIi-3zNkI/s1600/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuwAN7i7NI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bRMIi-3zNkI/s400/c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538213684568059090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuv_8earQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fBifaOMxfIw/s1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuv_8earQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fBifaOMxfIw/s400/b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538213679882480898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuv_owUijI/AAAAAAAAAW8/yahC-3JnMnY/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuv_owUijI/AAAAAAAAAW8/yahC-3JnMnY/s400/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538213674588867122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuy4pVrq9I/AAAAAAAAAYE/DY7IZqA5A9o/s1600/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuy4pVrq9I/AAAAAAAAAYE/DY7IZqA5A9o/s400/g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538216853021371346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuy4V1RdfI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EjxuSEmLPnA/s1600/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuy4V1RdfI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EjxuSEmLPnA/s400/i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538216847785162226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNwOmK5hEII/AAAAAAAAAa0/b5ihYhyG-6Y/s1600/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNwOmK5hEII/AAAAAAAAAa0/b5ihYhyG-6Y/s400/h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538317690682282114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Japanese ship wreck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuy4HVFgwI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qKkAed5KOO4/s1600/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuy4HVFgwI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qKkAed5KOO4/s400/j.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538216843892065026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuy38EvjjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Alo7PfViK2M/s1600/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuy38EvjjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Alo7PfViK2M/s400/k.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538216840870727218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuy3kZQTHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/e4du_KIFVZE/s1600/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNuy3kZQTHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/e4du_KIFVZE/s400/l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538216834514308210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Mr. Octopus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu0gei7WfI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mkLIf0N5sNk/s1600/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu0gei7WfI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mkLIf0N5sNk/s400/m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538218636830530034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu0fyscvhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/BG3amwi8sNw/s1600/n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu0fyscvhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/BG3amwi8sNw/s400/n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538218625059307026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu0flN0_JI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rlyI-dkEnPI/s1600/o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu0flN0_JI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rlyI-dkEnPI/s400/o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538218621441211538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu0fgN-1KI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jpkOaoJwM_g/s1600/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu0fgN-1KI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jpkOaoJwM_g/s400/p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538218620099679394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu0fbjz9FI/AAAAAAAAAYM/EhP6h6wlLWA/s1600/q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu0fbjz9FI/AAAAAAAAAYM/EhP6h6wlLWA/s400/q.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538218618849064018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu2ZQ-kLAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/meB0kot1gxo/s1600/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu2ZQ-kLAI/AAAAAAAAAZU/meB0kot1gxo/s400/r.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538220711952526338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu2ZKWcHAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/CKmmw-b9ebk/s1600/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu2ZKWcHAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/CKmmw-b9ebk/s400/s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538220710173613058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;school of jackfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu2Yr3Kf5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/C5kyu5W_LbU/s1600/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu2Yr3Kf5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/C5kyu5W_LbU/s400/t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538220701989371794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu2YbKM6bI/AAAAAAAAAY8/cbRP3Cd7iAw/s1600/u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu2YbKM6bI/AAAAAAAAAY8/cbRP3Cd7iAw/s400/u.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538220697505819058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;how crowded!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu2YHCIfRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/37UCddHpYpM/s1600/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu2YHCIfRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/37UCddHpYpM/s400/v.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538220692103265554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu3O5qywkI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/g73HfpLgEM8/s1600/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu3O5qywkI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/g73HfpLgEM8/s400/w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538221633408516674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu3Nl-nTaI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ln6wPkbQZBY/s1600/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu3Nl-nTaI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ln6wPkbQZBY/s400/x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538221610943073698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu3NGB1PoI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hR5pnM9mQaU/s1600/y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu3NGB1PoI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hR5pnM9mQaU/s400/y.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538221602366635650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;night dive: nudibranch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu3M0688HI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ls7YyDfcKDY/s1600/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu3M0688HI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ls7YyDfcKDY/s400/z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538221597774377074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;gigantic nudibranch... as big as a pineapple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu3MX0geEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/G6EMm9UGq3g/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu3MX0geEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/G6EMm9UGq3g/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538221589962717250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu5G4_ViYI/AAAAAAAAAak/Pd4dnYZ0uVs/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu5G4_ViYI/AAAAAAAAAak/Pd4dnYZ0uVs/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538223694810548610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Mr. Crab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu5Fh3U0JI/AAAAAAAAAac/ZLShjTTZ7l0/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu5Fh3U0JI/AAAAAAAAAac/ZLShjTTZ7l0/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538223671423062162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu5FZmqmhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fTcpmqzQNXU/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu5FZmqmhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/fTcpmqzQNXU/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538223669205703186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu5FOrlIXI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ok83mLuRk5w/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu5FOrlIXI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ok83mLuRk5w/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538223666273526130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu5ELXMgZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/bhiC-vxWB9Q/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu5ELXMgZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/bhiC-vxWB9Q/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538223648202850706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;that dots it's actually a big crab! He's just too shy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu54bUck5I/AAAAAAAAAas/PZo5BJClBi0/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNu54bUck5I/AAAAAAAAAas/PZo5BJClBi0/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538224545839485842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing u already, ocean! hope to dive in you again soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-2450212660384583426?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/2450212660384583426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=2450212660384583426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/2450212660384583426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/2450212660384583426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2010/11/6-dives-at-amed-and-tulamben.html' title='6 dives at Amed and Tulamben'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNul3RjnWpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/UkZECc7LHOo/s72-c/IMG00462-20101111-1108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-1324590303841648360</id><published>2010-11-05T12:01:00.016+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:11:01.105+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>10 days trip to Bali with my lil family...</title><content type='html'>It started at our car when Billy said he wants to continue diving. We didn't took diving class just as a once-in-a-life-time-experience, he said. Billy wants to continue the course to next level: dive rescue. And I want to be an advance diver. Open water license not allow me to dive deeper then 18 meters.  As the topic appear, I can barely hide my grin. Thank God I'm married to a diver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we chose to take our next PADI course at Karimun Java island, we made some plan to traveling there by car from Jakarta. It sounded quite fun, unless the fact that we have 6 months old baby, traveling that far by car wouldn't  definitely b comfy for him. So Bali is our destination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go with so much luggage: a baby stroller, one big suitcase, 2 snorkel equipments bags, one camera bag, one baby's stuff bag, one cooler bag, three other bags, and one little suitcase from Izan's nanny.... it's the risque if u plan to travel with baby! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy has prepared everything: car,map, hotels, PADI course... all checked! So as we arrived at Denpasar the car that we gonna rent for the next 10 days was ready. Our 1st destination is to Amed, east Bali. We passed Sidemen for it's amazing view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Our route...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNwUD0HOB_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/OvKPg6sf2uY/s1600/Bali%2BTrip%2BOct%2B%252710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNwUD0HOB_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/OvKPg6sf2uY/s400/Bali%2BTrip%2BOct%2B%252710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538323697519953906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;At Sidemen, too bad it was kinda cloudy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNO0bJFcihI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ZvQO8zZNJts/s1600/IMG_4087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNO0bJFcihI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ZvQO8zZNJts/s400/IMG_4087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535966745356700178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later we finally arrived at Amed. We stayed a night at Coral View Hotel before finally move to Bayu Cottage where we took the course, they were full. The owner of Bayu is our dive instructor, an Indonesia architect married to a Dutch, also mom of a 3 years old son, she's the 1st female PADI instructor in Bali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Amed for it's peaceful surrounding, and I love Bayu for it's very kind hospitality. Mbak Unieng, our dive instructor were kindly aware the difficulties of bring a baby on travel, so she provides us a baby cot and baby bath tub without charge! I like her  a lot. We got a room with a straight view to ocean, I think all their rooms has straight view to ocean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;picture of us on a hill in Amed with sea view background :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPBnwCp1gI/AAAAAAAAAUs/djiN7bq8bf0/s1600/IMG_4131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPBnwCp1gI/AAAAAAAAAUs/djiN7bq8bf0/s400/IMG_4131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535981255623562754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;a nice hospitality from Bayu Cottage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPCkdPQZzI/AAAAAAAAAU0/l_0kFwYRDss/s1600/IMG_4137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPCkdPQZzI/AAAAAAAAAU0/l_0kFwYRDss/s400/IMG_4137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535982298548168498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;view from the balcony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPD-6UHOfI/AAAAAAAAAU8/CgcBkPzMfbg/s1600/IMG_4140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPD-6UHOfI/AAAAAAAAAU8/CgcBkPzMfbg/s400/IMG_4140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535983852541393394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 days at Amed, and of course the course with 5 times dives, plus 1 night dive (I'll talk about the dive on next post), we then moved to Ubud. We passed through Batur lake, had lunch at a place, i forgot the name, that has marvelous view to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPRg7HZCXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ump5E9n1Drw/s1600/IMG_4246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPRg7HZCXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ump5E9n1Drw/s400/IMG_4246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535998730523183474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that we stopped a t a Pura named Ulun Danu Batur. Somehow, u can't tell that u've been to Bali if u havn't visit and take picture in any pura there.... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;pura Ulun Danu Batur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPSWI-Z7rI/AAAAAAAAAVM/k-VJq6hregw/s1600/IMG_4223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPSWI-Z7rI/AAAAAAAAAVM/k-VJq6hregw/s400/IMG_4223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535999644776656562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before get to Ubud, there was a place that Billy had been so curious to visit, it is called Desa Trunyan. What is unique in there is the way they treat the dead body. As what Billy read it says that they just mummified dead bodies and leave it like that. Too bad that the access to the cemetery is unreached by car, the only way to get there is by boat, but the locals has put an unbelievable high price for a short trip, and anyway I don't think is a good idea to take our baby on a boat... so we passed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our first night at Ubud we pushed our self to watch Kecak dance. We left Izan on the hotel with his nanny, not to forget his milk if he needs one. I love Kecak dance, it's so worth to watch. And there was also Trance dance, a dance with fire which quite nice to be  some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPqMdLjm7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/HQUaayM6zQk/s1600/IMG_4350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPqMdLjm7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/HQUaayM6zQk/s400/IMG_4350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536025866680900530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Trance dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPqMPP2rKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_kXlswGTkJc/s1600/IMG_4345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPqMPP2rKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_kXlswGTkJc/s400/IMG_4345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536025862940830882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we took Izan to see monkeys on monkey forest. But apparently, after bath and breakfast is actually time for his morning nap, so he didn't totally enjoy those monkey, he was too sleepy. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPrbsr4w9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/E63GMO2KZ6Y/s1600/IMG_4380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPrbsr4w9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/E63GMO2KZ6Y/s400/IMG_4380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536027228052702162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend the afternoon for crazy shopping at Sukawati traditional art market and pasar Ubud for souvenirs... The sound of "k'chingg!!!" is echoing everywhere.... yaiks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one more night at Ubud, we finally moved to Kuta. The day after we spent the whole morning (or maybe it was already afternoon) to do some water sport. then managed to visit Garuda Wisnu Kencana just to take some pictures since it was a crazy hot day, of course we left Izan in the car with the AC on with his nanny. At the evening, as we arrived at Kuta, we took Izan to wet his feet on Kuta beach :)&lt;br /&gt;We were so tired at the end of that day so me and Billy decided to spend the whole night at hotel, despite of tasting fresh seafood at Jimbaran we prefer to call McD delivery for dinner :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPyYPguJII/AAAAAAAAAWE/2fqsOL1Qw1w/s1600/IMG_4488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPyYPguJII/AAAAAAAAAWE/2fqsOL1Qw1w/s400/IMG_4488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536034865263027330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPyX64QsoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Oj6K2_nniVQ/s1600/IMG_4425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPyX64QsoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Oj6K2_nniVQ/s400/IMG_4425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536034859724616322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPyXkP1iCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/XR51jvbzWK4/s1600/IMG_4458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPyXkP1iCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/XR51jvbzWK4/s400/IMG_4458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536034853649483810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPyXb0PO_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/ru_6o6Jm6kQ/s1600/IMG_4430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPyXb0PO_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/ru_6o6Jm6kQ/s400/IMG_4430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536034851386244082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;at Garuda Wisnu Kencana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPyYdOYKkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/i4PeWVoOVEM/s1600/IMG_4499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNPyYdOYKkI/AAAAAAAAAWM/i4PeWVoOVEM/s400/IMG_4499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536034868944185922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNP4cK8hctI/AAAAAAAAAWc/dXrQc911cew/s1600/IMG_4562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNP4cK8hctI/AAAAAAAAAWc/dXrQc911cew/s400/IMG_4562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536041529826702034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNP4bonlj_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/ZoF51dP1WoY/s1600/IMG_4557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNP4bonlj_I/AAAAAAAAAWU/ZoF51dP1WoY/s400/IMG_4557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536041520612085746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day... fly back to Jakarta, bring along great memories, photos, fatigue, and sunburn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx Ayah Billy for the wonderful trip :) We love u!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-1324590303841648360?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/1324590303841648360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=1324590303841648360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1324590303841648360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1324590303841648360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2010/11/10-days-trip-to-bali-with-my-lil-family.html' title='10 days trip to Bali with my lil family...'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNwUD0HOB_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/OvKPg6sf2uY/s72-c/Bali%2BTrip%2BOct%2B%252710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-4256099643120610234</id><published>2010-07-11T13:24:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:50:55.031+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Muhammad Hamizan Hafidz</title><content type='html'>Hallo blog... lama tak bersua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terakhir posting gw masih tekdung 7 bulan eh... apa 6 bulan ya? Sekarang? Gw resmi jadi emak-emak beranak satu usia 3 bulan 17  hari :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was the story till I get here? Panjang! Tapi yang pasti semuanya bikin senyum-senyum kalo diinget. Mulai dari supir taksi yang jago ngeramal... (speaking of supir taksi yang jago ramal, skarang semua orang lagi kegandrungan ramalan hasil piala dunia, gurita lah jadi tukang ramal.... kalo si supir taksi itu ngeramalin bola juga gak??) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dua hari sebelum anak gw lahir gw naik taksi dari depan kantor suami menuju rumah bokap. Mulai hari itu gw brenti kerja dan mulai berstatus siaga 1. Taksinya dari si burung biru, nama supir taksinya..... gw lupa! Tapi gw simpen nomor telponnya di hp, cuma gw cukup malas buat cari tau di hp nama pak supir siapa. Pak supir tiba2 bilang kalau anak gw akan lahir insyaAllah hari Rabu siang, "nggak susah lah Bu lahirnya.... mudah-mudahan lancar." Dan reaksi gw saat itu adalah tertawa terbahak-bahak, sambil berharap tebakannya meleset ke hari itu juga. Well, saat-saat mendekati hari H, believe me, semua emak2 to be pasti pengen hari H jatoh di hari itu juga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laluuuuuu, hari rabu pagi-pagi buta, macam jam 2an gitu, mulai lah datang tamu kejam yang paling dinanti ibu-ibu hamil tua: kontraksi! Kali itu adalah kontraksi yang betulan, soalnya pernah beberapa hari sebelumnya gw ngerasain kontraksi semacam itu, yang ternyata sekedar panggilan rindu dari sang jamban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singkat cerita, tanpa basa-basi lama dan bertele-tele... mudah-mudahan anak gw juga bukan orang yang suka bertele-tele nantinya, anak gw memutuskan bahwa pukul 14.24 adalah waktu yang tepat untuk memulai kehidupan baru... literally! Dan dengan keputusan dia itu, tentunya dengan izin Tuhan, status gw resmi berubah menjadi emak-emak. Tidak ada proses operasi, tidak ada proses induksi, vakum, ila dan sebagainya.... hanya proses mengejan panjang yang dicoba setelah dua kali gagal. Kegagalan yang pertama dan kedua tentunya akibat gw yang nggak tau gimana caranya mengedan! JRENG...JRENG!!! Ya saudara, saya tidak tau cara mengedan (_ _')  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atas kesepakatan bersama suami sejak junior tidur nyenyak di dalam perut, kami seiya-sekata sepakat dan mufakat untuk memberi nama Muhammad Hamizan Hafidz. Muhammad karena itu nama Rasulullah, nama yang mulia mudah-mudahan prilakunya nanti juga mulia. Hamizan yang berarti cerdik, kuat , dan tampan.... amboi! Begitu gw lihat nama itu di daftar nama-nama bayi laki-laki muslim gw langsung jatuh hati dengan nama itu. Cewe mana yang nggak keplek-keplek sama laki-laki pinter, kuat, ganteng??? Nama yang luar biasa bukan kepalang! Lalu Hafidz yang berarti penghafal Quran, karena gw dan suami, dan seluruh keluarga berharap anak ini akan menjadi seorang penghafal Quran... mudah-mudahan dalam Ramadhan beberapa tahun lagi, anak gw bisa mengimami tarawih keluarga kami dengan lantunan ayat-ayat Quran lantang, bersih dan tanpa cela....amiiin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamizan... kami panggil dia dengan sebutan Izan. Izan bukan tanpa arti, karena nama itu sekaligus doa. Izan berarti patuh, jadi mudah-mudahan di setiap panggilan anak gw juga sekaligus didoakan menjadi anak yang patuh. Amiiiiiin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Hamizan Hafidz lahir pada hari Rabu 24 Maret 2010 pukul 14.24 WIB dengan berat 3.15 kg dan panjang 49cm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga bulan 17 hari kemudian beratnya 6.8kg dengan panjang lebih kurang 66cm... hasil produk susu Ummi 100% :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-4256099643120610234?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/4256099643120610234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=4256099643120610234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4256099643120610234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4256099643120610234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2010/07/muhammad-hamizan-hafidz.html' title='Muhammad Hamizan Hafidz'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-145577936219328454</id><published>2010-01-10T13:28:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:56:46.079+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>my last but not least snorkeling</title><content type='html'>Me and mr.B went to pulau pramuka few weeks ago. We planned to take our last honeymoon before welcoming another family member, after that there will be no more me and him but me him and junior(s) hehehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people were against our plan, since the plan was to go snorkeling around an island in such windy season in december. What they concern was actually my pregnancy. It might sound a lil crazy but hell yeah, I was 27 weeks pregnant at that time. Some people worried for me taking a boat trip. But alhamdulillah we're all fine until now and also junior. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those people who give such atention to us, but we will do everything with fully concern of our limitation, insyaAllah. I wont do stuff that I know I couldn't make it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the souvenirs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mHaFXsLUI/AAAAAAAAASk/XAUj8ObVNR4/s1600-h/IMG_3072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mHaFXsLUI/AAAAAAAAASk/XAUj8ObVNR4/s400/IMG_3072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425016108332363074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mHZ6D-gOI/AAAAAAAAASc/SskBpJ03Uco/s1600-h/IMG_3070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mHZ6D-gOI/AAAAAAAAASc/SskBpJ03Uco/s400/IMG_3070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425016105296888034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mHZk-DBlI/AAAAAAAAASU/_pnrBM9ExJM/s1600-h/IMG_3052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mHZk-DBlI/AAAAAAAAASU/_pnrBM9ExJM/s400/IMG_3052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425016099634873938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've once slept at that dock a night with some friends, years before I met Billy hehehe.... only with a borrowed sleeping bag from a friend. It's an unforgetful experience :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mHZNXDOJI/AAAAAAAAASM/P_IBXmw8Wu0/s1600-h/IMG_3029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mHZNXDOJI/AAAAAAAAASM/P_IBXmw8Wu0/s400/IMG_3029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425016093297293458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mGQkyPc0I/AAAAAAAAASE/b9YFUaiXJWU/s1600-h/IMG_3022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mGQkyPc0I/AAAAAAAAASE/b9YFUaiXJWU/s400/IMG_3022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425014845454906178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mGQR6nuqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/li4-S1Gj2zw/s1600-h/IMG_3017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mFLodTj9I/AAAAAAAAARM/_z_m19yxERY/s400/IMG_2935.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425013661029863378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mFLdb8IqI/AAAAAAAAARE/SijjRTqw0f4/s1600-h/IMG_2920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mFLdb8IqI/AAAAAAAAARE/SijjRTqw0f4/s400/IMG_2920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425013658071343778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mFK3rgdqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/XV0bbE2QeWg/s1600-h/IMG_2901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mFK3rgdqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/XV0bbE2QeWg/s400/IMG_2901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425013647936091810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-145577936219328454?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/145577936219328454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=145577936219328454&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/145577936219328454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/145577936219328454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-last-but-not-least-snorkeling.html' title='my last but not least snorkeling'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/S0mHaFXsLUI/AAAAAAAAASk/XAUj8ObVNR4/s72-c/IMG_3072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-655631397989953377</id><published>2009-12-27T10:00:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:13:48.506+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>welcoming 2010, welcoming  junior...</title><content type='html'>It's been a habit right... to post something telling what I've done on a year back, and resolution for the next to welcoming new year? It's been a habit for the last few years indeed, I've been very lazy to post s'more blog but this good habit shouldn't stop! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me paste what I've typed &lt;a href="http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt; here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Next plan : Facing 2009 with blur resolution! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have targets and dreams for next year. Some of them are:&lt;br /&gt;1. I might should make up my mind for when I'm gonna continue my study. Thus I will make target and realize how much important is to do more saving!&lt;br /&gt;2. As the path of entering new life is getting clearer, I think I should think more as a "woman"! (Oh my God!)&lt;br /&gt;3. I know I should emend my faith and worshiping more... I keep losing my time.&lt;br /&gt;4. I hope I can traveling more next year.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do something big for my life hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;6. Drink more milk and exercise more for the sake of my back hahahahha...!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conclusion is: &lt;br /&gt;Not done for number 1! And for the consequence is that I've lost most of my savings this year hehehe... You know, wedding was kinda costly and also filling a new home (even though what I've spent is so meaningless compares to  what my dad and my man have) but it was all very worth it, no doubt! And I still cant decide when I'm gonna continue my study though, the more you postpone the lazier you get! Well, there will be time hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on number two, hey I'm gonna be mom in just three more months with God's will, nothing is more "woman" then being pregnant and having a baby! I'm excited and so does Mr.B.... the whole family is excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working on number three as well. This is a never stop major. Faith is something I keep loose and reach and re loose and re reach again and again. And I keep loosing my time... *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number four was considered succeed! One of the wonderful things of marrying Mr.B is that he's also a travel junky. So we travel when we have chance. And since I'm pregnant for the most months of this year, we didn't travel to far places. But anywhere is always fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I surely did something big for my life this year: married! It's the greatest thing I've done in my life and soon will be competed when the delivery day comes. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank milk more... of course coz I'm pregnant! hahahaha... And exercising... is still a fancy dream! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm pretty satisfied of my self this year. Not much of a failure, don't you think? Now, resolution for twenty ten....... well I don't think I'm gonna make some points like I did last year, coz there is already a great major waiting a head: being mom for my own junior!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about it always makes me smile. I'm still Diana Saib 27 years old now, but who can tell few years ago that I'm gonna get married and soon got pregnant in 2009? I'm still the same person and here I am with my big tummy posting blog imagining taking care my own baby-the only human in the world who will carried half of my DNA, half of my blood, come out of my own belly (of course with God's will) hahahaha.... I almost shed tear now! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still the same person, but soon will be someone new: a mother, a parent, a teacher, a leader, a shelter, a closest companion of my own junior. I remember few years ago I post a blog saying I wanna be someone useful, but by delivering a human to this world I've done my tiny part of being useful. And to teach my son (yea, my junior is a boy, insyaAllah) to be someone, that will be a huge part of it I guess? It will be indeed, and it is far from easy, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things in mind I want to share to junior: things what my parents have told me, what my teachers and gurus have taught me, what I've seen, what I've heard, what I've felt and tasted... so many many many many!!!! I really hope I can be a very good mother for him later, to make him to be someone much much better then my self, and perhaps (why not) better then Mr.B. Amiiiiiiin.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be time when I get to share him some lessons, but for next year what I need to do is to welcoming and taking care of him: a baby of my own! And welcoming a new me as well hehehehe...  So my resolution for next year is: to be a good mom for junior, to be someone new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome twenty ten, you will be a greatest year in my life! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-655631397989953377?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/655631397989953377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=655631397989953377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/655631397989953377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/655631397989953377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcoming-2010-welcoming-junior.html' title='welcoming 2010, welcoming  junior...'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-3764867922774176523</id><published>2009-09-30T23:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:39:33.017+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes I can&apos;t stop my fingers...'/><title type='text'>ambigu</title><content type='html'>Bahasa adalah cara utama (atau satu-satunya?!) berkomunikasi yang disampaikan oleh satu pihak untuk diterima oleh pihak lainnya. Pihak yang menerima pesan akan mencerna bahasa sesuai dengan intepretasinya, intepretasi tercipta sesuai dengan pola pikir atau kepercayaannya. Jadi terkadang bahasa bisa bermakna ambigu yang isi pesannya bisa dibelokkan oleh pihak yang menerima. Bukan begitu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pernah membaca suatu artikel dari majalah tentang ambiguitas bahasa. Artikel itu membahas makna dari kata "atheis". Sebagian kelompok menafsirkan atheis sebagai "tidak percaya adanya Tuhan" sementara kelompok yang lain menafsirkannya sebagai "tidak percaya Tuhan". Kelompok yang pertama sama sekali tidak percaya adanya Tuhan, singkatnya mereka berpikir Tuhan itu tidak ada. Sementara kelompok yang kedua mengakui bahwa Tuhan itu ada tapi mereka tidak mau mempercayai apa pun yang dikatakan oleh Tuhan.  Well, saya sendiri tidak terlalu paham kelompok mana yang benar karena dalam kepercayaan saya kedua kelompok itu sama-sama tidak benar dan akan terkena laknat Tuhan nantinya (Naudzubillah!). Tapi bukan itu inti dari pembahasan saya melainkan pembuktian dari ambiguitas bahasanya. Kedua pemahaman di atas bermakna beda dari bentuk kalimat yang hampir serupa yang ditafsirkan dari satu kata yang sama: "atheis".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam bahasa sehari-hari saya sering menemukan kalimat yang dapat saya tafsirkan menyimpang dari maksud si pemberi pesan. Bahkan saya yakin saya sendiri sering melontarkan kalimat ambigu yang dapat dibelokkan oleh penerima pesan saya. Contoh yang saya sebut di atas adalah penyimpangan makna yang tanpa emosi. Bagaimana kalau pemberi pesan membuat kalimat ambigu yang pesannya dapat disalah-artikan oleh si penerima sehingga membuat sakit hati atau malah pertengkaran? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contoh: A mengatakan pada B ketika mereka sedang bertemu, "saya merasa tidak senang saat ini".  Intepretasi yang dapat diterima B:&lt;br /&gt;1. A sedang tidak merasa senang saat ini dan penyebabnya berada diluar mereka&lt;br /&gt;2. A sedang merasa tidak senang saat ini dan penyebabnya adalah B&lt;br /&gt;3. A tidak merasa senang karena ia sedang bersama B saat ini yang arti lainnya adalah A akan merasa lebih senang kalau ia tidak sedang bersama B. &lt;br /&gt;Hah...???!!! Bingung deh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambigu oh ambigu.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka intepretasi saya atas kata "ambigu" saat ini adalah sesuatu yang mampu menyesatkan dan berpotensi bahaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-3764867922774176523?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/3764867922774176523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=3764867922774176523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/3764867922774176523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/3764867922774176523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/09/ambigu.html' title='ambigu'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-6235472074886799171</id><published>2009-08-20T07:20:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:01:52.295+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>bed rest</title><content type='html'>flek adalah serpihan jagung yang dibuat menjadi keripik tipis dan dimakan dengan susu... *eh itu mah corn flake!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flek adalah perselisihan paham..... *itu slek!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flek adalah model tv layar datar...*tv flek!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flek adalah tahi mata... *belek!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa pun pengertiannya, flek adalah sesuatu yang menakutkan dan membuat panik pada dua hari yang lalu, tetapi berubah menjadi sesuatu yang membuat berakhir di tempat tidur selama seminggu terhitung mulai kemarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't be alarmed... my junior is fine! :) terbaring dengan nyaman di dalam saya namun terguncang-guncang setiap saya batuk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SoytvrNtJiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2QwRqbXlais/s1600-h/DSC02721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SoytvrNtJiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2QwRqbXlais/s400/DSC02721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371859490111825442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure on the left, the one I circeled is my junior... didn't I tell you he/she has already got hands and feet and eyes, mouth and lips... coba dilihat baik2 udah mirip bapaknya apa ibunya tuh? hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/Soylx62xfII/AAAAAAAAAQE/HmJCCPR0lIE/s1600-h/IMG_1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/Soylx62xfII/AAAAAAAAAQE/HmJCCPR0lIE/s400/IMG_1886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371850732577324162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi apa yang sebenarnya terjadi??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua hari yang lalu saya mendapat tamu tak diundang yang bernama flek pada saat saya di kantor. Tamu tak diundang yang juga datang pada malam sebelumnya. Bahkan juga mampir pada seminggu sebelumnya dan seminggu sebelumnya lagi. Bahkan kemarin, di depan ruang tunggu ahli kebidanan dia berani2 mampir!!!! Sungguh keterlaluan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flek yang kedua adalah flek yang menyebabkan saya pergi ke dokter seperti pada posting yang kemarin. Wich somehow made me think that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;flek&lt;/span&gt; is a red alarm, dangerous! Hasilnya pada kedatangan flek yang berikutnya saya panik! Dan lebih panik lagi pada kunjungan flek yang setelahnya di kantor di siang hari bolong. Serunya, kepanikan merambat... karena saya panik, boss saya jadi kasihan dan akhirnya menyuruh saya meninggalkan mobil di kantor dan beramai2 mengantar saya pulang kerumah dengan supir dan mba Nining. Cukup heboh waktu itu. And I owe them too much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've met two gynecologist. I actually wanted to have just one doctor, but when I had blood spot a week ago, and I gotta drive home alone from work, so I decided to meet another doctor that practice at afternoon while my previous doctor practice at evening. Saya malas pulang malam2 sendirian! The afternoon doctor, has said to me that blood spot or so called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;flek&lt;/span&gt; is not nothing and it's something I should put more concern about. Unfortunately, I had friend, a best friend actually that had same problem but end up with miscarriage. (Although I'm sure if she read this she will say that her miscarriage wasn't caused by blood spot problem but because of chromosome problem and nature finally decide... of course by Allah's will) Somehow those two stories have left one conclusion in my head: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;flek&lt;/span&gt; or blood spot is red alarm, and dangerous! begitulah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka kemarin (setelah mulai berpikir jernih, dan juga masukan dari suami) saya memutuskan untuk menemui dokter pertama untuk mencari pelurusan tentang seberapa bahayanya flek. Don't get wrong, saya yakin dokter yang siang berkata benar, flek memang seharusnya tidak dianggap sepele hanya saja otak saya menerimanya seperti benang kusut. Dan dokter yang pertama lebih melegakan, I finally made a conclusion that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;flek&lt;/span&gt; is not red alarm, it's just an alarm so I get some rest. Red alarm is serious bleeding... There you go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan akhirnya dokter meutuskan saya harus bed rest total selama seminggu, kebetulan saya memang diminta istirahat oleh pak boss selama seminggu. Beliau malahan suruh saya istirahat sampai Billy pulang supaya ada yang mengantar-jemput untuk kerja.... oh dear.... I'm lucky.. no no... I'm veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery lucky to have lovely surrounding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan setelah melihat USG, dokter mengatakan bahwa junior baik2 aja, demikian juga kantung makannya (the figure on the right). Hanya saja memang di usia kandungan sekarang ini plasenta belum terbentuk, jadi masih riskan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, saya mungkin kualat. Selama ini saya gegabah bilang dengan enteng bahwa "Kalau Allah berkehendak saya punya anak maka saya akan punya anak, kalau tidak ya tidak. Jadi ga usah pusing dan pasrah aja lah!" Saya yakin omongan saya tidak salah, tapi ternyata setelah melihat hasil USG 6 minggu dan detak jantungnya and the thought of "there is God creature lives in me and having my DNAs..." oh well.... nggak segampang itu untuk pasrah ternyata. I want my junior to live safe and sound, I want to see him/her born. Hehehehehe.... Nevertheless, I still surrender to God, He's The One who knows what is best for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi sekarang yaaaaaaa..... bed resssssssssssssssssttttt!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-6235472074886799171?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/6235472074886799171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=6235472074886799171&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/6235472074886799171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/6235472074886799171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/08/bed-rest.html' title='bed rest'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SoytvrNtJiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2QwRqbXlais/s72-c/DSC02721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-5978595334772119905</id><published>2009-08-17T19:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:46:50.537+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>it's now definite!</title><content type='html'>So yeah I'm definitely pregnant now, no doubt! I went to gynecologist last Thursday and this pic is the souvenir :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/Sokm2dZjarI/AAAAAAAAAPs/48GWZy3SpBU/s1600-h/DSC02710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/Sokm2dZjarI/AAAAAAAAAPs/48GWZy3SpBU/s400/DSC02710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370866747662625458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That figure I circled is my baby aged (that day) 6 weeks 4 days (so it's 7 weeks today), sized 0.65 cm. That little creature already has heart that pumping blood constantly for its own sake. According to the book I read (9 Bulan Yang Menakjubkan by Ayahbunda), at this age my junior has start to run it’s own metabolism process just like us and already has tiny hands and feet. It even already has eyes without eyelid so it can not blink yet, and nose, mouth and lips. Superb! But of course what I can see from USG was only that tiny figure above with it’s heart pumping in the middle of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hold my tear while seeing it, actually I couldn't hold my tear on so many things recently... it's hormone thingy! I shed some tears only by seeing this picture bellow on newspaper (about 2 American journalists who was arrested in North Korea.) Duh! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/Sokm2rNvDCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/QpKthK6lCLo/s1600-h/jurnalis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/Sokm2rNvDCI/AAAAAAAAAP0/QpKthK6lCLo/s400/jurnalis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370866751371152418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can even cry alone at office in a sudden just by thinking about my husband, don’t get wrong… he’s definitely fine!  Don’t ask why, I’m not even sure what made me cry unless because of hormone. Oh… all mothers and pregnant ladies out there would understand me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to wait till my husband's return to see gynecologist but I had problems with blood spot, twice actually. I ignored the first cause I think it's normal. I've done some googling and few articles say it's okay to have blood spot on the first trimester... big mistake but luckily nonfatal to me. I decided to see gynecologist after the second one cause I don't wanna take any risk just because I want to see my junior with husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my doctor about my blood spot problem and that I ignored the first one because I thought it's nothing, my doctor said it's not nothing and I should be more concern about it. There.... I shed tears again! I cry! I absolutely know that my junior is still fine inside me but my damned hormone wants me to cry. Oh I looked really really ridiculous! My gynecologist just laughed and said that she cry easily too while pregnant. My conclusion is: hormone is very much able to make people look ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in our next conversation I found out some meals I better consume and some I shouldn't which I actually already knew but I need to be more emphasized hehehe... So I should hold my saliva for my truelove mi ayam, and also avoid sate because there's chance that meat around the stick is not cooked enough, and Jakarta's seafood is not good because it's polluted... what else? Canned food is forbidden, no soft drinks or any meals with preservatives, avoid junk food, no instant noodle, reduce coffee, tea and chocolate... Well OK! I want to give birth an Einstein so I'll try what I could hehehehe... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic of American journalists is from &lt;a href="http://erabaru.net/internasional/35-internasional/3547-wartawan-amerika-tiba-di-as-bersama-clinton"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-5978595334772119905?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/5978595334772119905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=5978595334772119905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5978595334772119905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5978595334772119905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-now-definite.html' title='it&apos;s now definite!'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/Sokm2dZjarI/AAAAAAAAAPs/48GWZy3SpBU/s72-c/DSC02710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-6679108206285999097</id><published>2009-07-26T07:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:49:45.017+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>hohoho....??</title><content type='html'>I'm probably pregnant now... well what d'u know! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a cheap test pack last Thursday just for, you know, why not try now. And the result was two strips which one of them was kinda blurry. I've took some test packs couple of times before (not because I'm obsessed to get pregnant but simply because I want to know what actually made me not having my period on time) and it always shows one strip. So I know how to read a test pack result..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately I had a schedule to see gynecologist on that day, me and my husband decide that I need to take sort of lab test to know if I'm infected with virus that may affected my baby as if I'm pregnant. I was scheduled that day to know the lab test result. Since my test pack was little bit confusing, I told my gynecologist so she checked with USG. She found that my endometrium is thickening for 1.26 cm while the normal situation when a woman is about to have her period should be around 1.23-1.24 cm. But she couldn't find tiny round figure on her screen to make sure that I'm positive pregnant, she did find something but she was not sure so she wrote "suspect of early pregnancy" for her diagnosis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ask me to take another test pack on Sunday, maybe the strips will be clearer already. And I did this morning on my first pee but I was too sleepy to re-read the manual and I didn't wet it long enough so the result was blurry again, even more blurry then before! Doooh!!!! But it shows two blurry strips, FYI! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, I'm maybe pregnant now.... what do you think? hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, weather I'm pregnant or not I thank God for anything He gives cause that is what best for me. MasyaAllah... subhanallah, walhamdulillah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-6679108206285999097?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/6679108206285999097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=6679108206285999097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/6679108206285999097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/6679108206285999097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/07/hohoho.html' title='hohoho....??'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-1390333907071205863</id><published>2009-07-07T19:08:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:56:03.995+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>from Arabian Meal to Saung Mang Ujo</title><content type='html'>Another thing that makes me feel so grateful for marrying Billy is that he really likes travel (no doubt I too!). It's my bad that I haven't post up our trip to Bunaken (somehow, sometimes bloging feels like doing exercise when I'm not in the mood... so very lazy!) But I've post some photos on facebook though, check it out &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/diana.saib?v=feed&amp;story_fbid=100166178149#/album.php?aid=78610&amp;id=675953149"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/diana.saib?v=feed&amp;story_fbid=100166178149#/album.php?aid=78620&amp;id=675953149"&gt;there &lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last trip was one night escape to Bandung, which was a week ago. We tried my &lt;a href="http://nadyafadila.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt;'s booth "&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/diana.saib?v=feed&amp;story_fbid=100166178149#/pages/Bandung-Indonesia/Arabian-Meal/102608713139?ref=s"&gt;Arabian Meal&lt;/a&gt;" at Superindo Dago Bandung, it was not bad! I think a lot about their cinmilk cheesy bread lately! It's arabian's bread spread with milk and cinnamon powder and not to forget; cheeeeeeeeeez! So tasty when it's hot! The bread it self is already tasty actually, plus I like cinnamon, and cheese is my forever love so it's a great combination indeed. The beef curry is also tasty, with cheesy bread of course and I really like to pour it with chilly powder, perfecto! Billy said it taste like Indian meal he tried, but oh well... Indian, Arabian... potahto, potayto! hehehe... Oh, and don't forget the milk-mint-tea, it taste odd at first gulp, but then so freshy! here are some pics... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SltPZfPL5oI/AAAAAAAAAOc/4Mek6KnlOMA/s1600-h/IMG_2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SltPZfPL5oI/AAAAAAAAAOc/4Mek6KnlOMA/s400/IMG_2059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963480987854466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SltPZDu_HkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/X0X_L7RIt4U/s1600-h/IMG_2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SltPZDu_HkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/X0X_L7RIt4U/s400/IMG_2053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963473605041730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SltPY1Ydq-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/MxfqYn--rHs/s1600-h/IMG_2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SltPY1Ydq-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/MxfqYn--rHs/s400/IMG_2051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963469752478690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SltPYmOz3qI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jppJbquy8Vo/s1600-h/IMG_2045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SltPYmOz3qI/AAAAAAAAAOE/jppJbquy8Vo/s400/IMG_2045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357963465685458594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SlNr6yZxIfI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xTjeLhB4iaw/s1600-h/IMG_2029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SlNr6yZxIfI/AAAAAAAAAN0/xTjeLhB4iaw/s400/IMG_2029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355743039580086770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SlNr7PdBLTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yFgr6ay--nc/s1600-h/IMG_2043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SlNr7PdBLTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yFgr6ay--nc/s400/IMG_2043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355743047378349362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we went to Saung Mang Ujo at Cicaheum, East Bandung. I had no idea what kind of place that is, my only clue is that we heading there to watch angklung performance but by whom and how... no idea! Billy went there once and thinks that it's a worth place to visit and I, without question, absolutely trust the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid 50k IDR per person for the entrance ticks, we arrived around 3.oo PM as the performance starts at 3.30 PM. We still have time to spin around the souvenir shop before the show begin. They sell sort of Sundanese crafts like wayang golek, wood statues, t-shirts... sort of stuffs. We didn't buy anything! We still don't have any place to put such thing at home. *doh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was the show? It was so very entertaining! I love it! There were Sundanese dance (I hardly remember the name but I'm sure it's not Jaipong), wayang golek performance, ensemble of traditional music instruments, and the last is angklung performance by children in various ages. The smallest I presume is around 3 or 4 years old, very very cute! I imagine my nephews doing angklung performance like that hahahaha.... fantastic! And at the end of the show, all the audiences were asked to play angklung together, lead by Mang ***** Ujo, the son of Mang Ujo him self (and I, unsurprisingly forget his name :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part was the most fun! We were leaded to play our angklung's note by hand signals to play some songs. It kinda amazed me how the leader can remember every hand signal for every note to play a song correctly (of course cause that is what he does everyday... doh!). So our brain was created to remember so many many things actually but somehow I let so many parts of my brain not to keep a lot of memories disregarding it's capability... hehehe :P   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the performance was closed with dance together with the audiences and children. After we play angklung those children with colorful cloths run in to the hall from all over and pick some audiences they want to dance along with them.  Each child pick one audience to go to the stage to dance along, luckily I was one of them that was picked by a cute girl named Sara. Sweet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SltWrLW-inI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iOQDdm6S5Uk/s1600-h/IMG_2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SltWrLW-inI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iOQDdm6S5Uk/s400/IMG_2069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971481470863986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SltWsK8REyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/lXVJKljMtoI/s1600-h/IMG_2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SltWsK8REyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/lXVJKljMtoI/s400/IMG_2125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357971498538701602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SltWr_9JSUI/AAAAAAAAAO8/cMYvvV6wJ_s/s1600-h/IMG_2082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/Sl9GWNlgSjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/r5yXTP1D9no/s400/IMG_2164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359079429012212274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/Sl9GWk7-7mI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Eo5wHdNeEik/s1600-h/IMG_2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/Sl9GWk7-7mI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Eo5wHdNeEik/s400/IMG_2199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359079435280510562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/Sl9GWYQFHUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pvwWnPsEJwk/s1600-h/IMG_2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/Sl9GWYQFHUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pvwWnPsEJwk/s400/IMG_2168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359079431875140930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-1390333907071205863?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/1390333907071205863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=1390333907071205863&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1390333907071205863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1390333907071205863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-arabian-meal-to-saung-mang-ujo.html' title='from Arabian Meal to Saung Mang Ujo'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SltPZfPL5oI/AAAAAAAAAOc/4Mek6KnlOMA/s72-c/IMG_2059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-956756233787721605</id><published>2009-06-19T18:41:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:32:22.477+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>something nice along with the angpau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The paper is folded in an envelope along with the angpau from my wedding day. What special of it is the poem printed on it, pretty touching to me. So then I asked Billy to keep that paper instead of put it on pile to be dumped. I don't know who wrote it but the man who sign the paper was "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Muchtar and family, Bening Indah 15/3'09&lt;/span&gt;". And just about this afternoon after 3 months forgotten in my drawer, I found that paper again, a bit wrinkled. I think I rather copy it somewhere before I unintentionally throw it away someday or then it gets more mussy. So here is the poem, enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEPADA ANAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika bahteramu beranjak meninggalkan tepian&lt;br /&gt;dan pangkuan Ibu kau tinggalkan&lt;br /&gt;angin mulai berhembus menepis layar,&lt;br /&gt;perjalanan hidupmu telah dimulai !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kelak badai datang meronta,&lt;br /&gt;petir melecut menyambar hidup,&lt;br /&gt;ayah telah jauh, tepian tak tampak lagi,&lt;br /&gt;kabut semata membalut jiwa,&lt;br /&gt;perjalanan pulang hanya Ilahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau nanti ombak melanda haluan,&lt;br /&gt;karang derita menghadang tujuan,&lt;br /&gt;peganglah kemudi, kuatkan iman,&lt;br /&gt;serulah nahkoda, berikan senyuman,&lt;br /&gt;perjalanan pulang cinta yang murni !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seandainya pulau tak tampak jua,&lt;br /&gt;tepian bahagia tak kunjung tercapai&lt;br /&gt;tataplah langit-carilah bintang,&lt;br /&gt;pastikan tempat dimana diri,&lt;br /&gt;tentukan arah kemana hati,&lt;br /&gt;perjalanan pulang di hatinurani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekiranya kelak Ibu berseru berair mata,&lt;br /&gt;dan Ayah memanggil terbata-bata,&lt;br /&gt;sujudkan hati kepada Tuhan mu,&lt;br /&gt;"Aku kembali, aku kembali,"&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan pulang hanya Ilahi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disaat hembusan angin redup, lenyap, mati,&lt;br /&gt;arus laut tak bergerak lagi,&lt;br /&gt;bekal dari Ibu habis sudah,&lt;br /&gt;pemberian Ayah tiada bersisa,&lt;br /&gt;mintalah bekal kepada Tuhan mu,&lt;br /&gt;"Tuntun aku, tunjuki aku!"&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan pulang tiada lagi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwaktu sampanmu pecah kekarang dilanda gelombang,&lt;br /&gt;layarmu cabik diterpa angin,&lt;br /&gt;tiang layar patah berkeping-keping,&lt;br /&gt;nahkoda hilang ditelan badai,&lt;br /&gt;kemasi diri lari ke Tuhan,&lt;br /&gt;perjalanan pulang tiada lagi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manakala hatimu rengkah pecah berbingkah-bingkah,&lt;br /&gt;dadamu remuk ditusuk dicencang derita,&lt;br /&gt;penglihatanmu suram hitam kelam,&lt;br /&gt;telingamu dingin mati beku,&lt;br /&gt;akankah hatimu menampik panggilan&lt;br /&gt;akankah jiwamu mendustakan seruan,&lt;br /&gt;"Tuhan ku, Tuhan ku",&lt;br /&gt;perjalanan pulang tiada lagi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anakku,&lt;br /&gt;kami lepas dikau berjalan jauh,&lt;br /&gt;bersama kasihmu berhati teguh,&lt;br /&gt;kami menghantar hingga disini,&lt;br /&gt;perjalanan pulang tiada lagi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I can't resist my tear each time after the last couplet. I love you Mom and Dad, unspeakably! Millions of thanks would never worth what you have given me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-956756233787721605?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/956756233787721605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=956756233787721605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/956756233787721605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/956756233787721605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-nice-along-with-angpau.html' title='something nice along with the angpau'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-975033867422453971</id><published>2009-06-09T17:33:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:40:08.323+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politic'/><title type='text'>Indonesian headlines these days...</title><content type='html'>Berita oh berita.... dikala sepi, kertas berita (baca: nyuspeper) hanya saya bolak-balikkan demi melihat iklan dan jadwal film di dua puluh satu (baca: twentiwan). Tapi kalau lagi ramai seperti akhir-akhir ini saya dengan sabar menunggu boss selesai membaca kertas berita atau majalah langganannya untuk kemudian mencernanya dalam-dalam. Seperti hyena yang dengan sabar menunggu singa meninggalkan mangsanya. Hahaha.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berita oh berita.... persis pisang goreng Pontianak. Renyah dan gurih dikala hangat, layu dan tidak menarik setelah dingin. Marilah kita mengomentari pisang goreng Pontianak akhir-akhir ini, dan tentunya pengertian "kita" disini adalah saya sendiri, pribadi, seorang, subjektif, dan awam. Oh... saya jadi masygul! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALUTSISTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, bagaimana kita mau unjuk taring mempertahankan Ambalat sementara dunia juga tau kalau TNI kita sudah kehilangan inventaris udaranya tiga kali berturut-turut dalam kurun waktu tiga bulan. Dan jangan lupa menghitung manusianya yang jadi korban. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, sebagai seorang awam saya tau kalau faktor musibah kapal udara itu bisa macam-macam; alam, manusia, dan mesin. Kekuatan alam memang diluar kendali manusia, tapi faktor mesin dan manusia itu sepenuhnya bisa dikendalikan. Jadi 2/3 kemungkinan musibah kapal udara bisa dihindari karena merupakan faktor yang bisa dikendalikan manusia. Jadi kalau TNI mengalami musibah tiga kali berturut-turut dalam waktu tiga bulan, siapa atau apa nih yang perlu disalahkan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macan ompong juga berani menerkam kalau begini sih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IBU PRITA VS OMNI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari berita ini saya belajar banyak hal sebagai konsumen yang dalam hal ini pasien dan sebagai penjual atau penyelia jasa yang dalam hal ini dokter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai konsumen atau pasien;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbahagialah wahai warga negara yang berada dalam pihak ini karena ternyata kita adalah manusia-manusia yang dirajakan dan bahkan dilindungi oleh undang-undang. Hanya saja berhati-hatilah walau menjadi raja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya adalah pendukung Ibu Prita sejati, walaupun penuntut adalah golongon dari rekan sejawat sekalipun (bah!). Sebagai konsumen yang merasa dirugikan dan tidak mendapat tanggapan setelah protes ke rumah sakit tentu saja dia berhak menulis kekesalannya sama seperti yang banyak kita lihat di kolom surat pembaca koran kompas. Tapi akan lebih bijaksana kalau konsumen berhati-hati dalam menyusun kalimat penulisannya sehingga aman dari pemanfaatan pengacara pongah untuk menjatuhkan balik sang raja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Silahkan pelajari &lt;a href="http://www.wikimu.com/news/DisplayNews.aspx?id=14503"&gt;disini.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai pasien, kita perlu tahu bahwa kita mempunyai hak untuk mendapatkan informed consent setiap akan dilakukan tindakan. Jadi kalau hendak mendapatkan tindakan, akan sangat bijaksana dan berhati-hati kalau kita meminta penjelasan dari dokter terlebih dahulu. Oh ya, dan pasien juga selalu berhak untuk mendapatkan second opinion dari dokter lainnya lho. Dan hak pasien lainnya adalah mengetahui isi medical recordnya (yang tidak diberikan oleh rumah sakit omni kepada Ibu Prita), tapi data medical recordnya adalah hak rumah sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai penjual/penyelia jasa yang dalam kasus ini adalah rumah sakit dan dokter;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama, ingatlah selalu (dan akan saya upayakan untuk selalu ingat karena saya pun termasuk dalam pihak ini) bahwa: "konsumen adalah raja"! Jadi kalau raja protes, hal yang paling bijaksana untuk dilakukan adalah mendekati sang raja kemudian menghindari terciumnya isi protes raja oleh calon-calon raja lainnya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begini nih, sebagai manusia awam yang membaca isi email Ibu Prita pastinya kekurang-percayaan saya terhadap rumah sakit omni tidak lah signifikan. Rasanya saya masih mau menjadi pasien rumah sakit tersebut bila memungkinkan. Tapi setelah membaca reaksi omni dalam setengah halaman surat kabar yang menyatakan berniat menuntut Ibu Prita atas dasar pencemaran nama baik, kepercayaan saya terhadap rumah sakit tersebut berkurang hingga 60%. Tentunya saya berpikir kalau saya menjadi pasien disana dan ada kesalahan (tentunya kesalahan bisa saja terjadi) saya terpaksa bungkam atau saya dituntut balik? Ngeri dong ya? Mendingan nggak usah jadi pasien sana kali ya? Apalagi setelah rumah sakit telah berjaya menipu-daya kejaksaan untuk mengurung Ibu Prita dalam bui, hah.... kepercayaan saya terhadap rumah sakit ini (yang padahal terletak sangat dekat sekali dengan rumah saya, hingga terpeleset pun sampai) musnah sudah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayangkan seandainya omni melakukan pendekatan simpatik terhadap Ibu Prita (seperti pendekatan simpatik mereka terhadap pihak kejaksaan), saya yakin Ibu Prita akan membuat email yang mengklarifikasi penilaian buruknya sebelumnya dan akan tersebar sebagaimana berita sebelumnya dan masalah pun selesai sudah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua, tentunya direktorat omni berani melakukan ini atas dorongan pengacara mereka, kecuali kalau memang pihak direktorat omni yang terlalu congkak sehingga tidak bisa berpikir panjang. Oleh karena itu berhati-hatilah memilih pengacara! Atau, berhati-hatilah dengan omongan pengacara! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketiga, yang memang tidak ada hubungannya dengan pihak penjual tapi masih berhubungan dengan kasus Ibu Prita, apakah kejaksaan memang benar2 sudah tidak dapat dipercaya lagi? Apa semua kasus benar2 bisa dimenangkan selama kuat secara finansial????? OH...AH... IH...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MANOHARA PUTRI JELITA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begini mbak Mano, pertama saya mendengar berita kepulanganmu sungguh besar simpati saya kepadamu. Tetapi setelah ceritamu yang berulang-ulang dalam satu hari di setiap TV swasta, akhirnya saya mulai berkesimpulan: oh Manohara, kamu dan ibumu adalah orang-orang lebay! Masa perlu sampai segitunya klarifikasi dari satu TV ke TV lain? Jangan-jangan ceritamu juga lebay aje?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi di running text metro hari ini ternyata hasil fisumnya membenarkan bahwa si putri adalah korban kdrt. Jadi yah, teruslah berjuang dik, cuma satu saran kakak (hoho!) sayangi ibumu namun tetap waspada. Bah, ibu yang benar di jaman sekarang tentunya tidak menikahkan anaknya di usia 16 tahun bukan? Kalau pun karena korban perkosaan kenapa dulu nggak diributkan seperti ini ya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... ini masalah celebrity yang menjadi headline hanya karena berhubungan dengan dua negara yang sedang memanas akibat Ambalat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AMBALAT  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padamu negri&lt;br /&gt;kami berjanji&lt;br /&gt;Padamu negri&lt;br /&gt;kami berbakti&lt;br /&gt;Padamu negri&lt;br /&gt;kami mengabdi&lt;br /&gt;Bagimu negri&lt;br /&gt;jiwa raga kami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tentu saja setelah janji, bakti, abdi dan jiwa raga kami untuk Allah, wahai Negri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CAPRES &amp; CAWAPRES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Bapak Ibu capres dan cawapres yang terhormat di dunia, berhentilah menjadi riya, profokatif (a.k.a menjatuhkan lawan), dan mengumbar janji semu. Tentu saya sang rakyat jelata senang melihat Bapak Ibu berbuat baik, tapi saya yakin Tuhan benci perbuatan baik yang riya, apa lagi riya karena kuasa di dunia.... aih berat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan janji-janji itu wahai Bapak Ibu yang terhormat di dunia, dicatat dalam buku harian malaikat yang akan dipertanggung-jawabkan nantinya. Aih.... sungguh berat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ANTASARI VS NASRUDIN (atau vs penguasa dibalik tirai??) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, mana kelanjutan beritanya ini? Ini adalah contoh pisang goreng Pontianak yang sudah dingin! Mana tuh si Rani kedi? Perasaan belum ada klarifikasi dari janda kembang itu tuh? Beritanya udah hilang aja ditelan Ibu Prita, Manohara, Alutsista dan pilpres &amp; wapres??? Gimana toh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah... demikianlah opini pribadi saya yang subjektif dan awam. Waduh, dengan membuat posting seperti ini apakah saya akan ditangkap pula seperti Ibu Prita? Hehehehe.... Yah walau pun saya belum punya anak untuk disusui, tapi tidak benar kalau saya dibui! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya saya juga ingin mengomentari berita pidato Obama di Kairo, tapi kan judul postingan saya "Indonesia headlines these days..." Eh, tapi kan Obama pernah tinggal di Indonesia dan punya saudara tiri separuh Indonesia jadi yah, boleh lah dibahas juga! Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing, walk your talk Mr. Barack Hussein Obama! Jangan cuma jual omongan bush-shit (baca bullshit)seperti bush. Saya ingat beberapa saat setelah kejadian 9/11 AS mengkampanyekan bahwa mereka bersahabat dengan Islam dan warga Islam di Amerika merasa aman tinggal disana, iklannya bisa kita lihat di TV swasta Indonesia saat itu. Tapi dunia tau kenyataanya tidak. Yah, kita tunggu aja deh... I put a big hope on you for the sake of Plestine, Mr. Obama! Yuuuuk mariiii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-975033867422453971?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/975033867422453971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=975033867422453971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/975033867422453971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/975033867422453971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/06/indonesian-headlines-these-days.html' title='Indonesian headlines these days...'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-8299991692221088847</id><published>2009-05-22T20:54:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:32:06.916+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>^___________^</title><content type='html'>Woooah... it's been a while since my last post. I have been quite busy I guess. I was more busy at home then at office actually, good news that now my mom has finally got a maid so I can have a lot time for my self after dinner. And Billy is now back on field until five weeks ahead, so here I am free by my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 2 months and half of marriage minus 5 weeks for the time that Billy spent on field and also hours I spent at office while Billy off of his work, my brief conclusion about marriage is............. well it is.... unexplainable! :P  I believe no one can make any conclusion about marriage. Oh, but if there is one word to describe what I feel now that will be "complete"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, complete is what I feel when I'm with my husband. And I realize it more recently. While Billy is on field it feels (how should I say it...) "numb" for every time I come back from work and not seeing him around. I say it numb cause it feels like when you're being anesthetized and some part of your nerves cant feel a sense so then brain can not receive stimulus completely like it used to, and you will feel like some senses are missing, it feels incomplete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels funny when realizing it cause I thought I'm an independent humankind, not needing anyone that bad and should always be OK by my self. I guess I've entered the husband-and-wife-are-needing-each-other phase. And I find that wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero Bilbo, mi cariño!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-8299991692221088847?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/8299991692221088847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=8299991692221088847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/8299991692221088847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/8299991692221088847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='^___________^'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-2751883147017746219</id><published>2009-03-08T11:27:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:11:16.113+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>I got poked in the heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When I'm trying to find image for my &lt;a href="http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/03/h-7.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, I unintentionally read &lt;a href="http://hablursalju.wordpress.com/2008/05/22/apa-arti-sebuah-pernikahan/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt;. I think it's a blog from a couple named&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOTO&amp;AMI&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whoever you are... thanx so much for your wonderful post! I love reading it!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me re post it here for you guys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(especially for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bilbabe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;..... enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan adalah sebuah persekutuan dimana dua hati menjadi satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan adalah sebuah kebersamaan dan pershabatan&lt;br /&gt;Hidup bersama bekerja sama, melakukan banyak hal bersama dan tak menginginkan yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan artinya pengertian. &lt;br /&gt;Ia buta terhadap kesalahan pasangannya. Ia penuh pengertian atas setiap hal – atas waktu, perasaan dan keinginan pasangannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan artinya Perhatian.&lt;br /&gt;Ia sangat peduli. Ia bersedia meninggalkan caranya sendiri demi memperdulikan kepentingan pasangannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan artinya kebajikan&lt;br /&gt;Ia mengucapkan kata-kata yang baik dan menaruh kata-katanya dalam tindakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan artinya dukungan.&lt;br /&gt;Ia mendukung usaha-usaha pasangannya, projeknya, pada segala situasi dan kondisi.&lt;br /&gt;Ia memberikan dukungan moril, fisik, doa, pokoknya dukungan yang seutuhnya.&lt;br /&gt;Ia memberi semangat dan mengobarkannya ketika pasangannya patah semangat.&lt;br /&gt;Ia membungkuk untuk mengangkat pasangannya&lt;br /&gt;Ia menguatkan hati ketika pasangannnya lemah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan artinya berkomunikasi secara jujur dan terbuka.&lt;br /&gt;Ia bersedia membuka hati berbagi pemikiran terdalam dengan rendah hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan artinya berbincang, berdoa, dan menyetujui bersama.&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan tak membiarkan dinding apapun terbangun diantara mereka dengan mengabaikan pasangan, melainkan mencari solusi kreatif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan artinya pengorbanan&lt;br /&gt;Ia memberikan diri bagi orang yang anda cintai. Ada kesediaan untuk mengalah, melepaskan ide/ keinginan pribadi demi membahagiakan pasangannya.&lt;br /&gt;Menikah artinya siap menjalani mil kedua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan artinya belas kasihan&lt;br /&gt;Ia lebih suka pasangannya berbahagia daripada kebahagiannya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan itu hubungan timbal balik – saling memberi dan menerima.&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pernikahan ada giliran- saling bertanggung jawab, bukan hanya tanggung jawab sepihak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan artinya penundukan diri terhadap suami dan mengasihi satu sama lain.&lt;br /&gt;Ia memberikan kesempatan kepada pihak pasangan&lt;br /&gt;Menikah artinya satu sama lain saling belajar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan artinya berpikiran terbuka.&lt;br /&gt;berjalan sejauh satu mil dalam sepatu pasangannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan artinya saling mendengarkan dan mengerti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan artinya mau hadir untuk pasangan disaat-saat baik maupun buruk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan menikah berdiri bersama dalam segala keadaan, rapuh ataupun kokoh, sepanas apapun ujian dan seberat apapun tantangannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan itu proses belajar membiarkan hal-hal kecil berlalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan itu harus ada rasa humor, bisa merasa rileks bersama, bisa saling menikmati……. Pernikahan merupakan perjalanan penjelajahan, saling menemukan dan belajar tentang keunikan yang dilakukan dan dikatakan pasangannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan artinya saling menghormati.&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pernikahan pasangan belajar saling mempercayai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan artinya saling menerima pasangannya apa adanya&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan membawa orang pada kesadaran bahwa Ia tak bisa lengkap tanpa pasangannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hooooo... I love you deep dearest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-2751883147017746219?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/2751883147017746219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=2751883147017746219&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/2751883147017746219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/2751883147017746219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-poked-in-heart.html' title='I got poked in the heart...'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-1654153494418031569</id><published>2009-03-08T09:48:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:54:31.851+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>H - 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://daisypath.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://nw.daisypath.com/AbPQp7.png" alt="Daisypath Wedding Ticker" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SbNG78-KiMI/AAAAAAAAANg/7xiVHK9bTAo/s1600-h/marriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SbNG78-KiMI/AAAAAAAAANg/7xiVHK9bTAo/s400/marriage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310666381393037506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heydi ho!! heheheheh... I am happy you know. I hear music everywhere! At this moment here, I'm hearing Bimbo's song in my head &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"beramal saleh janganlah ditunda-tunda...."&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I'm counting days to the biggest day in my life. Just another (longest) week... hahahaha! I asked my man if he's happy when I accompanied him to pickup his oldest sister at the airport yesterday, and he simply said "happy!". And when he ask me back I said "Oh yeah!!! I'm going to be the bride!" Aaaaaawesooooome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what so fun in facing marriage? First is that all my friends from anytime suddenly come back again. And when I inform them that I'm getting marry, many of them give me the great great honor by planing to come to my wedding. Even by saying congrats already makes me so overwhelmed! hehe... I feel so much love around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then realizing that I'm gonna have more family (with different values, principals and habits) is also fun. I remember when I lived with other families during my PTT, I got many new things to learn. Most of them are meaningless but still it's fun. Experiencing new things is always fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when people ask me if I get nervous while the day is getting closer, seriously, I'm waaaaaay from nervous! I'm excited! And so does my man I believe. I'm more excited then when I want to try rafting for the first time hehehehehe.... I was nervous when Billy asked my dad so he can marry me, I was also nervous when Billy's parents asked me if I'm really ready, I still feel roller coaster until the day when Billy's family officially proposed me, but after that all I feel is excitement! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Billy will make our own family!!! Woooohooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pic taken from http://thediaperdiaries.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/marriage.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-1654153494418031569?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/1654153494418031569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=1654153494418031569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1654153494418031569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1654153494418031569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/03/h-7.html' title='H - 7'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SbNG78-KiMI/AAAAAAAAANg/7xiVHK9bTAo/s72-c/marriage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-8508694315517689352</id><published>2009-03-03T17:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:33:12.443+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sumthing to share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>underestimate is part of bullying and human rights abuse</title><content type='html'>No one likes being underestimated. Underestimate is like labeling or accusing prototype to something. It's like giving a bad thought without based on fact. At the time you underestimate someone or something, you just destroy an optimism and kill someone's hopes and dreams. As dream is a door to better future, so killing a dream means you're also killing a future! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not underestimate the underestimating! It's a part of bullying and human rights abuse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-8508694315517689352?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/8508694315517689352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=8508694315517689352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/8508694315517689352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/8508694315517689352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/03/underestimate-is-part-of-bullying-and.html' title='underestimate is part of bullying and human rights abuse'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-5591275285433594907</id><published>2009-02-14T23:21:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T00:33:03.319+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I listen to them with total respect</title><content type='html'>These gentlemen are the most affecting men in my life, who are all connected to the dots of my fate. Their words are my lectures, kinda my walking encyclopedia. I'll ask them if I get confuse depending on the case and situation. Dear folks, let me introduce you to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: is &lt;a href="http://palantalembangalam.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SZcPYkZ2BZI/AAAAAAAAANI/xNjtJpC8aTI/s1600-h/DSC00312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SZcPYkZ2BZI/AAAAAAAAANI/xNjtJpC8aTI/s400/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302724001015399826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that he's my role model in manner, faith, honesty... seriously, I cant stop typing even until the screen is full of words to mention what has he thought me! The point is he's my dad, my main role model in life so far. He still the number one person I'd listen to. NO doubt on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was born, my dad has been worked on an oil company. A company that gives their employers (and family) some quite satisfying accommodations including dental health care, which somehow introduced me to this man bellow like ten years ago while at that time I was only one of hundreds of his patients...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Drg Sucitro Wongso, sp. prost&lt;/span&gt;; my dentist, my boss, my private lecturer in dentistry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SZcSqpHPOCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/N-kMPyrl684/s1600-h/DSC02256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SZcSqpHPOCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/N-kMPyrl684/s400/DSC02256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302727610052065314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe this gentleman his skills and experiences that he shares me freely. I still remember when I was so down and disappointed cos i didn't pass the test to take geology, and everyone around me kinda really failed to hide their disappointment on me, but this man said to me "this is good news!!! It's blessing in disguise! Don't be sad and what were you thinking by taking geology???..." And he continued enlighten my spirit by telling me the steps I should take, as by the time I knew I have failed in taking geology I didn't have choice but to take dentistry which I already applied for my backup. If not because of him that time, it wont be that easy for me to recover from my failure. And he didn't just stop till that. Every time I came visit him just for accompanying my sisters or might to check for my own teeth, he always ask me if I have trouble in my studies, and if there is he'd help me gladly. He really did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I've finished my temporary contract with government for so called PTT, I came visit him just to ask what does he think I better do next and what did he do on his time like mine. I was jobless that time and very busy spreading my CVs. Coincidentally he was looking for a dentist to replace him while he planned to go for vacation, then he asked me for it. Being his patient for years I know this man wont ever messing around with his works, so this offer is not a joke at all, it's a great honor instead! So I toke it, worked for him as an apprentice until I replace him for couples of days. But then somehow he likes me and he hired me till now... hehehe, alhamdulillah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly pretty much enjoy working there as my start in career, until one day which introduce me to this patient whom I guess will very much change my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Billy Sunyoto, ST&lt;/span&gt;; my (hihihihi... it still feels odd saying this in public but I love the fact!!!) future husband in couple more weeks, insyaAllah. ^______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SZcWuuEBA5I/AAAAAAAAANY/51xR2130HFs/s1600-h/uhuy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SZcWuuEBA5I/AAAAAAAAANY/51xR2130HFs/s400/uhuy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302732078146716562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy works on the same company where my dad had worked on (but they don't know each other cos my dad is geologist while he's a mechanical engineer). As my boss's patients are mostly from few oil companies in Kuningan Jakarta, and some of his patients also become mine depend on the case, so Billy has become my patient too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just six months ago when he came for the second time to check his teeth to my boss, and my boss refers him to me with a memo that says &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"ITB graduate, 27 years, unmarried, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BE NICE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  The note was put behind Billy's head so he knew nothing while I and the nurses giggled badly for it. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What the...?? Boss.. oh... boss!&lt;/span&gt; But somehow I just think and pray slightly and silently &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"...well God, if You think this is the one then please make it easy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I've done my work on Billy, my boss continued his cupid works to him. I don't really know what has he said but more or less is "... that dentist is still single..." I can imagine his face while saying it hehehehe... But his cupid work works! Billy tried to find me on the internet with all the info he got about me which are only: my name is Diana and I graduated from Trisakti University. Period! He said he found 6000 results from google but he finally found me at least hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect dearest, I put you in number three today but you will surely humping to number one one day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing life so far? Alhamdulillah! God must love me so much to give me those dots of fates. And it surely continues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear God, please protect me from loving anything more then I love You and the prophet. Amin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-5591275285433594907?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/5591275285433594907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=5591275285433594907&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5591275285433594907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5591275285433594907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-listen-to-them-with-total-respect.html' title='I listen to them with total respect'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SZcPYkZ2BZI/AAAAAAAAANI/xNjtJpC8aTI/s72-c/DSC00312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-7567379623244798232</id><published>2009-02-09T19:31:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:53:14.385+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Ketupat dari Gayo</title><content type='html'>Belum lah lama aku meninggalkan Bapak serta merta meninggalkan keluarga dan kampungnya, selama itu pula Bapak sakit. Batuknya tak kunjung sembuh, malah kian parah. Bukan karena ku beliau sakit, tapi aku juga tak percaya jika karena umur. Bapak yang sudah 7 dasa warsa lebih merasakan hidup masih kuat menanami sendiri kebunnya, memarangi gulma-gulma di dalamnya, menebarkan bibit ikan di kolamnya, mengambil sendiri hasil panen kebunnya. Bapak yang begitu tebal kulihat kulit telapak tangannya karena kerja kasar, masih mampu membaca tanpa bantuan lensa, tak ada menu makanan yang dipantang selagi halal, tak ada satu pun penyakit sistemik langganan manusia berusia tua dia derita; yang aku yakini sebagai akibat baik dari kebiasannya meminum bergelas-gelas air putih sebangun tidur dan tidak pernah makan berlebih-lebihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemurahan hatinya dan Ibu telah memberikanku atap untuk tidur selama satu bulan. Tahu beliau sedang sempit hatiku karena jauh dari keluarga, beliau hibur aku dengan mengajakku menikmati kebunnya bersama Ibu, anak-anak dan cucu-cucunya. Tulus mereka menolongku tanpa berharap pamrih. Jika tahu aku berniat membalas kebaikannya dalam wujud lembaran kertas bernilai pasti merah padam muka beliau karena marah. Sungguh putih hatinya, besar hutang budiku pada Bapak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebulan setelah aku meninggalkan tanah Gayo, kutelpon Ibu untuk sekedar menanyakan kabar. Masih riang suara Ibu, bangga dia anak angkat dari Jakarta masih ingat padanya. Ketika kutanyakan kabar Bapak, masih lah tenang suara Ibu mengatakan bahwa batuk Bapak tak kunjung sembuh. Ia kemudian bertanya padaku apa kira-kira sebabnya. Ibu yang polos, beliau menganggapku orang yang serba tahu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada awal Ramadhan 1430 Hijriah kembali kutelpon Ibu. Kembali kutanyakan kabar Bapak, keadaan beliau tambah parah. Beliau tak bisa makan, habis kurus badannya cerita Ibu. Tak ubahnya cerita setelah Syawal kecuali Bapak yang semakin parah. Beliau bahkan tak bisa berbicara denganku di telpon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa minggu setelahnya, setelah shalat subuh dan mulai bersiap untuk pergi kerja Papaku memberi kabar berpulangnya Bapak. Yana, anak kandung Bapak yang kuliah di Jakarta memberi kabar. Tidak keluar air mataku saat itu, kecuali aku merasa sangat beruntung sempat mengenal manusia tulus seperti beliau, semoga Allah menerima segala amal ibadahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu kemarin, pada hari yang sama ketika Yana memberitahukan bahwa madu yang diberikannya adalah titipan lama dari Bapak untukku, Ibu pun bercerita tentang beliau dan Bapak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak bisa kugantikan baiknya Bapakmu itu, Nak ku. Luar biasa baiknya dia. Sayang kali lah dia ke aku ni..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam terawangannya Ibu bercerita berkali-kali Bapak dalam sesak nafasnya dengan daya yang semakin melemah menyodorkan tangannya pada Ibu seperti hendak meminta maaf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ken&lt;/span&gt; Bapak? Tinggal sikit kah umurmu kau rasa?" Ibu mencontohkan pertanyannya dengan logat Gayo yang kental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mana bisa kutinggalkan &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; sekarang. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ko&lt;/span&gt; ni manja kali kulihat, gak satu pun &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; cocok; nggak dengan menantu, nggak dengan anak. Itu semua salah ku, aku yang buat &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; manja kali. Aku minta maaf, Mak'e." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bukanlah Bapak yang banyak salah sama aku. Aku ni lah yang banyak dosaku ke Bapak" jawab Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkali-kali Bapak menyodorkan tangan kananya pada Ibu di hari-hari terakhirnya. Sampai pada hari terakhir hidupnya ketika beliau telah dilarikan ke rumah sakit, dengan jarum infus yang ditusukkan pada kulit tuanya, dengan masker yang menyuplai oksigen menutupi hidung dan mulutnya, dalam sesak nafasnya yang tinggal satu-satu, Bapak kembali menyodorkan tangan kanannya pada Ibu. Ibu menyambutnya, di belakang beliau dua dari empat anak laki-lakinya menemani. Dalam genggaman maafnya dengan Ibu, cerita Ibu, Bapak menengok pada salah satu anak laki-lakinya dan tertariklah nafas panjang berat terakhir beliau. Inna lillahi wa inna illahi roji'un...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SZBAv4ZVEwI/AAAAAAAAANA/ucu7BcIO3e8/s1600-h/DSC02030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SZBAv4ZVEwI/AAAAAAAAANA/ucu7BcIO3e8/s400/DSC02030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300807952751727362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkaca-kaca mataku mendengar cerita Ibu, merinding aku dibuatnya. Selalu kagum aku dengan Bapak, benar-benar beruntung aku mengenal beliau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doaku menyertai Bapak, sebagai sesama hambaNya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-7567379623244798232?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/7567379623244798232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=7567379623244798232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/7567379623244798232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/7567379623244798232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/02/ketupat-dari-gayo.html' title='Ketupat dari Gayo'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SZBAv4ZVEwI/AAAAAAAAANA/ucu7BcIO3e8/s72-c/DSC02030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-5227446525316169378</id><published>2009-02-02T09:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:58:48.425+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Jakarta, oh I hate you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SYbQEEtD5_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/m1DhS9cnQec/s1600-h/macet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SYbQEEtD5_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/m1DhS9cnQec/s400/macet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298150780048762866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu membuatku muak&lt;br /&gt;Kemacetanmu nyaris membuat atrofi otot paha&lt;br /&gt;Banjirmu adalah cerita lama yang menyebalkan tiada tara&lt;br /&gt;Langitmu yang tak lagi pernah biru membuat durjana&lt;br /&gt;Dan oksigemu, huh.. tipis seperti pakaian perempuan penggoda&lt;br /&gt;Kamu seperti binatang jelek bercangkang emas dengan status ibukota&lt;br /&gt;Dan sialnya.. Oh sungguh sial, &lt;br /&gt;Aku terjebak dalam pusaran gravitasimu, lemas tak berdaya&lt;br /&gt;Ah, aku muak denganmu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-5227446525316169378?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/5227446525316169378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=5227446525316169378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5227446525316169378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5227446525316169378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/02/jakarta-oh-i-hate-u.html' title='Jakarta, oh I hate you!'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SYbQEEtD5_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/m1DhS9cnQec/s72-c/macet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-852693860991716198</id><published>2009-01-26T11:30:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:33:52.616+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Back in those days... :)</title><content type='html'>A year ago if it was on holiday like today, back in Aceh, I would wake up at 7 mostly. Then start to work on my laundry; soak them and leave it while I play with Zila, the baby in the house. Bored playing with Zila, I would try to get online to the internet hoping there will be anyone whom I can chat with. But if there's no one to chat with, then I would start to clean my 3x4 meters room; swipe and mop the floor, make up the bed and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all done I'd go back to the laundry thingy for washing and rinsing part which I actually hate coz it hurts my back, but with the sky so blue above my head and green hills on my back, doing laundry (no mater how plenty it is) can be so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mostly finish the laundry at 9 am. The next thing I used to do could be watching DVDs on my laptop, or just turn on itunes out loud and make my self a tea or coffee milk and seat on the balcony next to my room and enjoy the peaceful view alone; I love doing this so much!!!! I sometimes whispering my self how lucky I am while doing this hehehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SX1DwMbPCII/AAAAAAAAAMY/iXIQ7iJFrQI/s1600-h/DSC00405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SX1DwMbPCII/AAAAAAAAAMY/iXIQ7iJFrQI/s400/DSC00405.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295463232105810050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that I dont have a good camera to take wide landscape picture, coz the view was so much more beautiful then what's on this pic. Of course! The house where I'm staying is mostly surrounded with rice field and then surrounded again with hills, actually the town is surrounded by hills so where ever u see u'll see hills, as the town is nicknamed with "town of thousand hills".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it almost noon I'd finally get my self  a not-so-cold-anymore shower. The water there was so chill, unless I have to take shower early in the morning for work I'd rather wait until almost noon or at least above 10 am. After showering I'd prepare to go somewhere. The primary destination is to my adopt family's house. Then spinning around the town with motorbike, to the hills, or rivers, or just spinning around without destination and finally buy my self a meal for lunch. Then go back home after ashar. And might make my self another drink and seat again on the balcony hahahaha.... I really love doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss those days so much! So peaceful!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today as the Chinese new year holiday, in Jatibening, I can only stay at home and seat in front my laptop... might still doing this for the rest of the day! bored!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-852693860991716198?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/852693860991716198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=852693860991716198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/852693860991716198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/852693860991716198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-those-days.html' title='Back in those days... :)'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SX1DwMbPCII/AAAAAAAAAMY/iXIQ7iJFrQI/s72-c/DSC00405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-2360212344299075105</id><published>2009-01-22T19:27:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:08:50.423+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><title type='text'>it's me again, God...</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;You throw me a golden ball and it goes strike&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd fall and collapse&lt;br /&gt;But You know me more than I do&lt;br /&gt;If You think I'm ready then I shall be steady&lt;br /&gt;You, as always, have your secret way&lt;br /&gt;I, as I should, can only follow Your light&lt;br /&gt;And I again, as your slave, need Your help more and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;please help me to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the biggest love I have,&lt;br /&gt;Your still-no-good servant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-2360212344299075105?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/2360212344299075105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=2360212344299075105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/2360212344299075105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/2360212344299075105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-me-again-god.html' title='it&apos;s me again, God...'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-8537451255145620328</id><published>2009-01-18T08:21:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:19:52.667+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>oookay... nice to hear this!</title><content type='html'>quoted from my best friend Nita... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SXKKoI5w5fI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Pm5X3vSVtxA/s1600-h/me+and+nita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SXKKoI5w5fI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Pm5X3vSVtxA/s400/me+and+nita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292444934302918130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"u know marriage is about how to accept ur husband's weaknesses...lo ga bisa tuh nuntut terlalu banyak...it's all about working out together every single things, have to fight together to make things right..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"...but i sort of feel that probably when u FINALLY get married lo akan jauh ngerasa lebih tenang.....jiwa loe akan ngerasa lega deh pastinya...eventho problems will come like hell in the future, you'll have someone who's there for you...coba deh klo skrg, u just have to deal it alone, ga mgkn jg selalu ngandelin bonyok kan...iya gak mnrt loe???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"" man, all my friends udh punya someone to share, kapanpun mrk gundah bakal ada suami yg nemenin..."...pasti itu akan membuat jiwa loe tenang...eventho ur parents are always there for you yah, tapi kan beda rasanya sm pas loe masih kecil yg butuh ortu...biar gimana pasti lo berasa tenang deh,lega banget..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you girl! Sucha a nice thought!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-8537451255145620328?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/8537451255145620328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=8537451255145620328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/8537451255145620328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/8537451255145620328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/01/oookay-nice-to-hear-this.html' title='oookay... nice to hear this!'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SXKKoI5w5fI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Pm5X3vSVtxA/s72-c/me+and+nita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-1813613015974443117</id><published>2009-01-14T10:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:09:09.818+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>mon patron me demand de ne pas venir au travail.... :)</title><content type='html'>January 14, 2009. 5.48 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;telephone ringing,  the screen showed my boss's name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;  : (just awake and set my voice so it sounded like I've woke up two hours ago) "Hallo! Yaa, kenapa Dok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;boss&lt;/span&gt; : "Hallo Diana! Baru bangun kamu ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;   : (voice camouflage failed!)  "eeehehhehehehehe... iya dok! Kenapa Dok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;boss&lt;/span&gt; : "hujan lebat kan disitu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;   : (try to catch the sound of rain but all I got was silence)  "iya dok!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;boss&lt;/span&gt; : "udah hari ini nggak usah masuk aja. Saya udah telfon Nining sama Risma biar nggak usah masuk aja hari ini. Kalo hujan lebat gini biasanya pasien juga ngebatalin janji. Biar saya sama Rossi aja yang masuk, Rossi kan rumahnya deket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;   : *big grin... then biger... then very big grinnnnn!*   &lt;br /&gt;       "Oooh..." (tried to sounded disappointed but I know I've failed again) &lt;br /&gt;       "Oke Dok! Makasih yaa Dooooook....." (at this point, I'm sure my voice sounds like I've woke up five hours ago and feel so overwhelmed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;boss&lt;/span&gt; : "Yaaa... makasih yaa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;   : "Yaaaa...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;boss&lt;/span&gt; : "Yuk daaaaah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;   : "Daaaaah........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to bed still with big grin on my face. Few seconds after, I heard the rain fall so my smile gets even wider! Superb!!!! Then I sang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'm only happy when it rains"&lt;/span&gt; from Garbage in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever meet a boss who kindly ask his/her employee not to go to work? hehehehe... well, am not my boss's employee coz we are "TS" (teman sejawat) or what we call "partner" in english. But still, I love my Boss!!!!!! hehehehehehehhehehehe..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-1813613015974443117?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/1813613015974443117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=1813613015974443117&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1813613015974443117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1813613015974443117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/01/mon-patron-me-demand-de-ne-pas-venir-au.html' title='mon patron me demand de ne pas venir au travail.... :)'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-7782777617332835110</id><published>2009-01-11T22:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:01:05.298+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Stone Temple Pilots - "Trippin' on a hole in a paper heart"</title><content type='html'>Dont cut out my paper heart, I aint dyin anyway&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at eye full towers&lt;br /&gt;Never trust them dirty liars&lt;br /&gt;Sippin lemon yellow booze `ole leadbelly sings the blues&lt;br /&gt;All dressed up on wedding day keep on trippin anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am I am I said Im not myself, but Im not dead and Im not for sale&lt;br /&gt;So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake the heat and scratch the itch&lt;br /&gt;Skinned up knees and salty lips&lt;br /&gt;Ill breathe your life vicks vapor life&lt;br /&gt;And when you binge I purge alike&lt;br /&gt;Let go its harder holding on&lt;br /&gt;One more trip and Ill be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep your head up&lt;br /&gt;Keep it on, just a whisper Ill be gone&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath and make it big&lt;br /&gt;Its the last you'll ever get&lt;br /&gt;Break your neck with diamond noose&lt;br /&gt;Its the last you'll ever choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am I am I said Im not myself, but Im not dead and Im not for sale&lt;br /&gt;Hold me closer, closer let me go let me be just let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;* in love again with this song... somehow! :P *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-7782777617332835110?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/7782777617332835110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=7782777617332835110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/7782777617332835110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/7782777617332835110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/01/stone-temple-pilots-trippin-on-hole-in.html' title='Stone Temple Pilots - &quot;Trippin&apos; on a hole in a paper heart&quot;'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-5895289591601354869</id><published>2009-01-03T20:49:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:22:03.181+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>I'm troubled</title><content type='html'>...because they always think I am. According to them I'm a rebellious impolite, childish, arrogant kid who never do things right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I guess they never think what has made me tagged that way. They have subjectively labeled me without sifting the causes, and never get bothered in finding the reason why I'm not that way when I'm out the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if that is what they think I am, then I am what they think. &lt;br /&gt;I was troubled, am troubled, and will always be troubled as long as they labeled me that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mom and dad, in the way you would never understand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-5895289591601354869?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/5895289591601354869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=5895289591601354869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5895289591601354869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5895289591601354869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-troubled.html' title='I&apos;m troubled'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-5989927403917115394</id><published>2009-01-01T06:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:50:28.348+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politic'/><title type='text'>the most idiotic race in this world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SVwEyr2FBSI/AAAAAAAAALs/aNeF6Kc50hs/s1600-h/palestine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SVwEyr2FBSI/AAAAAAAAALs/aNeF6Kc50hs/s400/palestine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286105331435636002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the stupidest, most moron, brainless but arrogant race in this world, Israel! Who do you think you are fighting to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is us the Muslim who are breathing today for the sake of afterlife, because of Allah. Our gold gate to heaven is jihad. It is our dream to die as a martyr since the day we can read Quran. We love peace but if you fight us, even our children are our troops in the name of Allah. U fight us for your promised land here in this world, but we fight u in the name of Allah for the afterlife. So when u shoot us, we accept your bullets with smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fight with your zest, we fight with Allah! So who do you think you are fighting to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya Allah semoga Engkau tidak membiarkan hamba menjadi orang yang pengecut dan sia-sia, matikan hamba di jalanMU..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;* pic taken from http://www.infopalestina.com/ms/ *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-5989927403917115394?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/5989927403917115394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=5989927403917115394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5989927403917115394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5989927403917115394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2009/01/most-idiotic-race-in-this-world.html' title='the most idiotic race in this world'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SVwEyr2FBSI/AAAAAAAAALs/aNeF6Kc50hs/s72-c/palestine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-25972292301565370</id><published>2008-12-25T22:21:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:29:33.588+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes I can&apos;t stop my fingers...'/><title type='text'>2009 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SVM8NJGMcYI/AAAAAAAAALk/yDt5_TEYpxw/s1600-h/2009-print-preview-blog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SVM8NJGMcYI/AAAAAAAAALk/yDt5_TEYpxw/s400/2009-print-preview-blog.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283632984313590146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became a habit to write something in facing new year, I've posted twice before (&lt;a href="http://diana-saib.blog.friendster.com/2006/12/"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;)... So I'm gonna do the same this year, but wont be too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start by contemplating 2008; I have been more spender this year :P, less reading Quran, weaker faith, less worshiping, have learned quite much for my career (thanks to my generous but brilliant boss), met someone which finally erodes my constancy for being almost frigid (hehehe...), lost more friends (as more and more of them has got married), get older everyday with no guarantee in getting wiser, less tripping, more reading, very less hanging out, and so... and so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : I'm no really proud of my self in 2008! Except the nice part from my job and clearer path to the hitch (even though it's still a plan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next plan : Facing 2009 with blur resolution! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have targets and dreams for next year. Some of them are:&lt;br /&gt;1. I might should make up my mind for when I'm gonna continue my study. Thus I will make target and realize how much important is to do more saving!&lt;br /&gt;2. As the path of entering new life is getting clearer, I think I should think more as a "woman"! (Oh my God!)&lt;br /&gt;3. I know I should emend my faith and worshiping more... I keep losing my time. &lt;br /&gt;4. I hope I can traveling more next year.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do something big for my life hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;6. Drink more milk and exercise more for the sake of my back hahahahha...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, there's no guarantee that I will fulfill all those targets!  &lt;br /&gt;But I still wish you happy New Year, folks! Enjoy in getting older! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pic was taken from http://colorcubic.com/blog/2008/06/ *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-25972292301565370?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/25972292301565370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=25972292301565370&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/25972292301565370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/25972292301565370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html' title='2009 !'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SVM8NJGMcYI/AAAAAAAAALk/yDt5_TEYpxw/s72-c/2009-print-preview-blog.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-3957216532081964439</id><published>2008-12-05T23:55:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:10:53.473+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sumthing to share'/><title type='text'>beuh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/STle8LgU2PI/AAAAAAAAALc/sNgoFuMx6is/s1600-h/n1604473661_30066330_7589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/STle8LgU2PI/AAAAAAAAALc/sNgoFuMx6is/s400/n1604473661_30066330_7589.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276352826414782706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si bundeng, bos utamanya sumber-chaos-tanpa-dosa-bermuka-mirip-tapi-tak-sama itu akhirnya bikin &lt;a href="http://www.bundadiny.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; jugeeeeee...... prukutuy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-3957216532081964439?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/3957216532081964439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=3957216532081964439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/3957216532081964439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/3957216532081964439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2008/12/beuh.html' title='beuh!'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/STle8LgU2PI/AAAAAAAAALc/sNgoFuMx6is/s72-c/n1604473661_30066330_7589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-1777385765031890628</id><published>2008-11-24T23:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:39:18.680+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><title type='text'>hoppeless and pessimistic: the main path for loser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SSraUF85mZI/AAAAAAAAALM/NitdCdaC71g/s1600-h/do-you-feel-hopeless-13552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SSraUF85mZI/AAAAAAAAALM/NitdCdaC71g/s400/do-you-feel-hopeless-13552.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272266352520436114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Sukses itu ga ada yang gampang Dianaaaa….”&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it so much, understand the sentence really really deep. Nothing good comes easy… none or almost never. But I keep forgetting that idea and find my self almost frustrated every time I forget; very lame and embarrassing actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I work with a pro, who has diving in this career for like twenty years or more, a specialist and perfectionist, a kind who almost think that mistake is a wry… oh…oh. Nah, it’s too much! Well it might be is on our case but a lil harmless mistake wont make us a sinner. And little harmless mistakes always appear in a beginner. And the most interesting part is that I am a beginner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn’t write this post and keep acting like I’m a pro, but I just feel like I need to type this so it can be a memo for next days maybe when I’ve reached my success (optimistic is very important, my bro!); success is very uneasy indeed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing to my boss, who is my one and only rival in gaining “client” at office, I’m like plain milk compare to juicy creamy thick chocolate ice cream, or non stuffed biscuit to tiramisu.  I’m a big zero while he’s a super hero! Low self esteem is my main problem recently. How can I beat La Tour Eiffel while I’m just a meaningless statue at a discreet park? Then low self esteem leads to pessimistic, while I know that pessimistic leads to failure, and failure is a pathetic path for loser. And L.O.S.E.R my bro, is the last thing I wanna be in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know that pessimistic is a prejudice toward God's will (quoted from Andrea Hirata). Who am I to make a prejudice toward the Almighty?  So here is my point where I'm gonna reach my dream with full optimistic! Mistakes, failures, hopeless, anything u name it.... screw those words!!!!! I'm &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DiDi&lt;/span&gt;, as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; is for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;reamer so am gonna fight for my dream! May God be with me...............................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-1777385765031890628?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/1777385765031890628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=1777385765031890628&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1777385765031890628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1777385765031890628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoppeless-and-pessimistic-main-path-for.html' title='hoppeless and pessimistic: the main path for loser!'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SSraUF85mZI/AAAAAAAAALM/NitdCdaC71g/s72-c/do-you-feel-hopeless-13552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-4141573280150903690</id><published>2008-11-17T19:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:42:38.616+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>when u're really not in good mood... badly bad mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SSFpVV4WRLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/iYsjzt8ZdJA/s1600-h/straight_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SSFpVV4WRLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/iYsjzt8ZdJA/s400/straight_face.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269608854371845298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bethoven sounds like noise from a hungry stomach &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*musik keroncong(-an)*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;* Kids turn out to be monsters.&lt;br /&gt;* Everyone seems doesn't have lips to smile, u can’t even feel yours.&lt;br /&gt;* U feel like Monday.&lt;br /&gt;* It’s actually cloudy and rain is about to fall any minute and u say “It’s the pollution!!!”&lt;br /&gt;* Musk smells like formalin, then u almost think a perfumery is a cadaver room???&lt;br /&gt;* U wanna tell Mariah Carrey, Celine Dion, mbak KD or those so called diva "would u please stop screaming?!"&lt;br /&gt;* "AAAAH... WHO HAS TURNED MY TORTOISES INTO FROGS????!!!"&lt;br /&gt;* U do karate moves when someone ask u to dance.&lt;br /&gt;* Korn is the best jazz musician ever.&lt;br /&gt;* Nothing is right. Everything is left.&lt;br /&gt;* Someone tells u a loooong story to ask your opinion, but all u can say is "mmmh... can u repeat?"&lt;br /&gt;* Policeman looks like cow. &lt;br /&gt;* U see that picture above when u look in a mirror... hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;* U're reading a sport post then u say "Urrgh... politics!"&lt;br /&gt;* U're at your office but can't stop asking "what the hell am I doing here??"&lt;br /&gt;* U're reading this and u can't resist to ask "why the hell am I reading this??" as I'm asking to my self "why the hell am I typing this??" but I'm posting it anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-4141573280150903690?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/4141573280150903690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=4141573280150903690&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4141573280150903690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4141573280150903690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-ure-really-not-in-good-mood-badly.html' title='when u&apos;re really not in good mood... badly bad mood'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SSFpVV4WRLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/iYsjzt8ZdJA/s72-c/straight_face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-5200611035059715030</id><published>2008-11-05T23:05:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:43:51.206+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politic'/><title type='text'>jangan latah...</title><content type='html'>Memangnya kenapa kalau Obama menang? Dia memang menyebutkan janji lebih baik daripada McCain untuk perang Irak, (yang seharusnya lebih direspon antusias oleh bangsa Irak) tapi tetap saja itu bukan berarti langit kembali cerah bagi umat muslim. Yang lucunya lagi, antusiasme di Irak sangat-sangat datar, beda dengan antusiasme bangsa kita sendiri. Lucu sekali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang kita harusnya sadar, betapa pencucian otak kapitalisme terhadap isi kepala-kepala masyarakat bangsa kita demikian hebat sampai-sampai kemenangan seoarang calon pemimpin bangsa kapitalis (yang selalu membuat pemimpin bangsa kita seperti kerbau dicucuk hidung untuk menuruti apa pun kehendak mereka), terdengar lebih meriah daripada saat-saat pengumuman hasil pemilu 2004 lalu. Saya membuka facebook saya dan kagum akan komentar-komentar meriah teman-teman atas kemenangan Obama sebagai presiden Amerika seakan Obama itu adalah bapaknya. Apa harus begitu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baik Obama atau siapa pun pemimpinnya, Amerika tetaplah negara kapitalis. Siapa pun pemimpinnya pasti akan berusaha untuk mempertahankan kedudukan cakar negara gila kuasa tersebut atas seluruh dunia. Terus terang, saya memang lebih pro Obama daripada John McCain, hanya karena dia berani menjanjikan untuk mengakhiri perang Irak. Itu saja. Tapi apa pun janjinya untuk melakukan perubahan, hanyalah perubahan untuk memperkuat ke-adidaya-annya, mungkin memang lebih baik daripada sistim yang dibuat partai republik. Tapi terus apa itu berarti bangsa kita bisa lepas dari cengkraman kapitalisme?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi apa perlu ikut-ikut bersuka cita untuk kemenangan salah satu kandidat pemimpin bangsa yang telah, masih, dan akan terus (paling tidak sampai mereka sudah benar-benar koleps)merusak dan meporak-porandakan negara kita secara fisik, mental, dan moral? Daripada berharap bodoh bahwa dengan terpilihnya Obama (yang memang kenyataannya pernah dibesarkan di Indonesia namun hanya empat tahun dan itu pun ketika dia masih kecil) sehingga negara kita bisa terangkat lebih baik, lebih baik sadar bahwa kita sudah benar-benar dalam pengaruh bius kapitalisme. Kenyataannya bangsa kita tidak  akan pernah bisa menjadi lebih baik kalau pemimpin-pemimpinnya masih tunduk patuh bak monyet topeng monyet terhadap pawangnya pada kapitalis. Dan yang lebih sedihnya lagi kalau melihat teman-teman yang lebih antusias terhadap pemilihan presiden AS daripada peduli terhadap pilpres kita sendiri tahun depan. Bukan kah kita seharusnya lebih khawatir untuk calon-calon pemimpin kita nantinya? Bisa kah kita mendapatkan pemimpin yang mampu membebaskan bangsa kita dari cengkraman kapitalis?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-5200611035059715030?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/5200611035059715030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=5200611035059715030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5200611035059715030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/5200611035059715030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2008/11/jangan-latah.html' title='jangan latah...'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-6140941060675551936</id><published>2008-09-04T21:41:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:03:03.949+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>society - eddie vedder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SL_914ZJWSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/N54l2uoIbsc/s1600-h/Into-the-wild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SL_914ZJWSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/N54l2uoIbsc/s400/Into-the-wild.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242187593395296546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a mistery to me&lt;br /&gt;we have agreed&lt;br /&gt;with which we have agreed&lt;br /&gt;You think you have to want&lt;br /&gt;more than you need&lt;br /&gt;until you have it all you won't be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society, you're a crazy breed&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want more than you have&lt;br /&gt;you think you need&lt;br /&gt;and when you think more than you want&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts begin to bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to find a bigger place&lt;br /&gt;'cos when you have more than you think&lt;br /&gt;you need more space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society, you're a crazy breed&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely without me&lt;br /&gt;society, crazy and deep&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's those thinking more or less less is more&lt;br /&gt;but if less is more how you're keeping score?&lt;br /&gt;Means for every point you make&lt;br /&gt;your level drops&lt;br /&gt;kinda like its starting from the top&lt;br /&gt;you can't do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society, you're a crazy breed&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely without me&lt;br /&gt;society, crazy and deep&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;society, have mercy on me&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not angry if I disagree&lt;br /&gt;society, crazy and deep&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not lonely without me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4Q5jviBGBu"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4Q5jviBGBu" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/jukeboxmusic14/music/fE7zFo2g/eddie_vedder_society/"&gt;Society - Eddie Vedder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is an ost of film "Into The Wild". I oredi have the book for years but never yet finish it. I thought it's just a story of a stupid man who's thirsty of adventures, so I didn't intend to finish reading it. Until my best friend Beta (whose keep digging my adventurous side to come out) bought me the DVD and I have no choice but to watch it. It's superb! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have been alienated once, and live a little closer to nature. It was still far far from an extreme story like Christopher McCandless (the man in the film into the wild) had hahaha... But it makes me realize several things; (1) that we appreciate life more when we have less, thus it makes us so peaceful, (2) social life and all its temptations will never make us enough. (3) But, Christopher McCandles was right, "happiness only real when shared"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-6140941060675551936?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/6140941060675551936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=6140941060675551936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/6140941060675551936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/6140941060675551936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2008/09/society-eddie-vedder.html' title='society - eddie vedder'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SL_914ZJWSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/N54l2uoIbsc/s72-c/Into-the-wild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-4905873723653138043</id><published>2008-08-21T16:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:23:57.473+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sumthing to share'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>true story</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Something nice to read from Pak Nug... Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisah di musim dingin &lt;br /&gt;(true story , dimuat dalam Xia Wen Pao, 2007): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siu Lan, seorang janda miskin memiliki seorang putri kecil berumur 7 tahun, &lt;br /&gt;Lie Mei. Kemiskinan memaksanya untuk membuat sendiri kue-kue dan &lt;br /&gt;menjajakannya di pasar untuk biaya hidup berdua. Hidup penuh kekurangan &lt;br /&gt;membuat Lie Mei tidak pernah bermanja-manja pada ibunya, seperti anak kecil &lt;br /&gt;lain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu ketika dimusim dingin, saat selesai membuat kue, Siu Lan melihat &lt;br /&gt;keranjang penjaja kuenya sudah rusak berat. Dia berpesan agar Lie Mei &lt;br /&gt;menunggu di rumah karena dia akan membeli keranjang kue yang baru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulang dari membeli keranjang kue, Siu Lan menemukan pintu rumah tidak &lt;br /&gt;terkunci dan Lie Mei tidak ada di rumah.. Marahlah Siu Lan.Putrinya &lt;br /&gt;benar-benar tidak tahu diri, sudah hidup susah masih juga pergi bermain &lt;br /&gt;dengan teman-temannya. Lie Mei tidak menunggu rumah seperti pesannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siu Lan menyusun kue kedalam keranjang, dan pergi keluar rumah untuk &lt;br /&gt;menjajakannya. Dinginnya salju yang memenuhi jalan tidak menyurutkan niatnya &lt;br /&gt;untuk menjual kue. Bagaimana lagi ? Mereka harus dapat uang untuk makan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai hukuman bagi Lie Mei, putrinya, pintu rumah dikunci Siu Lan dari &lt;br /&gt;luar agar Lie Mei tidak bisa pulang. Putri kecil itu harus diberi pelajaran, &lt;br /&gt;pikirnya geram. Lie Mei sudah berani kurang ajar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepulang menjajakan kue, Siu Lan menemukan Lie Mei, gadis kecil itu &lt;br /&gt;tergeletak di depan pintu. Siu Lan berlari memeluk Lie Mei yang membeku dan &lt;br /&gt;sudah tidak bernyawa. Siu Lan berteriak membelah kebekuan salju dan menangis &lt;br /&gt;meraung-raung, tapi Lie Mei tetap tidak bergerak. Dengan segera, Siu Lan &lt;br /&gt;membopong Lie Mei masuk ke rumah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siu Lan menggoncang- goncangkan tubuh beku putri kecilnya sambil meneriakkan &lt;br /&gt;nama Lie Mei.. Tiba-tiba jatuh sebuah bungkusan kecil dari tangan Lie Mei. &lt;br /&gt;Siu Lan mengambil bungkusan kecil itu, dia membukanya. Isinya sebungkus &lt;br /&gt;kecil biskuit yang dibungkus kertas usang. Siu Lan mengenali tulisan pada &lt;br /&gt;kertas usang itu adalah tulisan Lie Mei yang masih berantakan namun tetap &lt;br /&gt;terbaca *,"Hi..hi..hi. . mama pasti lupa. Ini hari istimewa buat mama. Aku &lt;br /&gt;membelikan biskuit kecil ini untuk hadiah. Uangku tidak cukup untuk membeli &lt;br /&gt;biskuit ukuran besar. Hi.hi.hi.. mama selamat ulang &lt;br /&gt;tahun."* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Ingatlah, jangan terlalu cepat menilai seseorang berdasarkan persepsi &lt;br /&gt;kita, karena persepsi kita belum tentu benar adanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to THINK. It is the source of power &lt;br /&gt;Take time to READ. It is the foundation of wisdom &lt;br /&gt;Take time to be QUIET. It is the opportunity to seek God &lt;br /&gt;Take time to DREAM. It is what the future is made of &lt;br /&gt;Take time to PRAY. It is the greatest power on earth....... .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-4905873723653138043?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/4905873723653138043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=4905873723653138043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4905873723653138043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4905873723653138043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-story.html' title='true story'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-362605781568563259</id><published>2008-08-15T21:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:48:06.508+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sumthing to share'/><title type='text'>define happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SKWaCbCvokI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XqisLRG7EAE/s1600-h/HappyFeelingFree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SKWaCbCvokI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XqisLRG7EAE/s400/HappyFeelingFree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234759508297753154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy is…&lt;br /&gt;when you really can’t stop smiling and people start to think you’re crazy&lt;br /&gt;when you hear music on your ears while you’re standing next to a construction project&lt;br /&gt;when you see so many colors on cloudy sky&lt;br /&gt;when someone tell you sad story but still you smile&lt;br /&gt;when you actually have nothing but oh well… you feel rich and complete&lt;br /&gt;when someone unintentionally step on your foot with high heel but you feel anesthetized&lt;br /&gt;when you think that crowd hectic traffic an extravagant parade …and an ugly old bus looks like a smiling elephant&lt;br /&gt;when you feel like dancing and you’re even thinking to do split like ballerina does&lt;br /&gt;when it’s actually raining and discomforting afternoon but u can’t disagree that it’s a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;when your boss keeps bombing you with anger and more tasks but all you hear is Sebastian Bach playing from his mouth and those papers are comedy DVDs to watch&lt;br /&gt;when everything seems so perfect&lt;br /&gt;when there is no mistake and if there is, well it’s a beautiful mistake&lt;br /&gt;when u see stain, scratch, debris as a wonderful art&lt;br /&gt;when I’m typing this post&lt;br /&gt;and (hopefully) when you’re reading this…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-362605781568563259?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/362605781568563259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=362605781568563259&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/362605781568563259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/362605781568563259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2008/08/define-happy.html' title='define happy'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SKWaCbCvokI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XqisLRG7EAE/s72-c/HappyFeelingFree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-4417362021815863610</id><published>2008-07-28T22:46:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:25:29.481+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap crap crap...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self maters'/><title type='text'>uuuhhhm...???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SI4EoAZI3TI/AAAAAAAAAH8/m5qfHlrCVbQ/s1600-h/2007_spring_stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SI4EoAZI3TI/AAAAAAAAAH8/m5qfHlrCVbQ/s400/2007_spring_stress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228121302770441522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"isn't it fascinating how people can change so much? how can they?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's not THEM, it's YOU who has changed a lot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if anything happen on you, who will u reach the first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you won't be like this the rest of your life?! right??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't be too autistic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your frank words hurt like sword!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he's getting married on december"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"explosive character?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what makes him issued? what makes u...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are u okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TENDANG AKU DI KEPALA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-4417362021815863610?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/4417362021815863610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=4417362021815863610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4417362021815863610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/4417362021815863610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2008/07/uuuhhhm.html' title='uuuhhhm...???'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SI4EoAZI3TI/AAAAAAAAAH8/m5qfHlrCVbQ/s72-c/2007_spring_stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-1177063309180691505</id><published>2008-07-24T20:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:47:15.227+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>serotonins are working !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SIiIjshaCRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aeyxOQ4F7v0/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SIiIjshaCRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aeyxOQ4F7v0/s400/happy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226577514391537938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it's a beautiful night... beautiful light... beautiful sight...&lt;br /&gt;oh it's a beautiful sound... beautiful ground... beautiful round...&lt;br /&gt;from that imperfect circle you make&lt;br /&gt;anything couldn't be anymore perfect&lt;br /&gt;there's no mistake, no false, no wry&lt;br /&gt;there's only me, my self and I&lt;br /&gt;tonight I'll fly and reach the sky&lt;br /&gt;letting the mind to get high&lt;br /&gt;nothing is allowed to cry&lt;br /&gt;no, not for now nor tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to forget the taste of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;cause all play its role in a row&lt;br /&gt;tonight serotonins are working, else take a bow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925414415992980237-1177063309180691505?l=dianasaib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/feeds/1177063309180691505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925414415992980237&amp;postID=1177063309180691505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1177063309180691505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925414415992980237/posts/default/1177063309180691505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianasaib.blogspot.com/2008/07/serotonins-are-working.html' title='serotonins are working !!!'/><author><name>Diana Saib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02362163482195185308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/TNOOxhUSGmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/xLlJKS_3_Do/S220/me+sephia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wH4k5nQbqeU/SIiIjshaCRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aeyxOQ4F7v0/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925414415992980237.post-8925938184509095143</id><published>2008-07-19T23:55:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:26:20.132+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>horeeeeeeeeeeee...!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jumat 18 Juli 2008, 17.00 _Menara Mulia lt.10, Jakarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korban : "Aku pulang ya, Dok?"&lt;br /&gt;dr. Sucitro, a.k.a Boss : "hee..?"&lt;br /&gt;Korban : "boleh kan?" (sambil memasang cengiran termanis)&lt;br /&gt;Boss : "boleeeeh... emang kamu mau saya anterin?" (sambil membalas dengan cengiran khas Boss)&lt;br /&gt;Korban : "yaaa... kali-kali aja dokter mau ngantar gitu..hehehe... Pasien abis ini cuma nambal sementara aja kan?"&lt;br /&gt;Boss : (dengan tampang sedikit berpikir) "ngg...iya sih."&lt;br /&gt;Korban : (mulai mengambil tas dan berberes untuk pulang)&lt;br /&gt;Boss : "Diana, ini gimana sih caranya nih?" (sambil tunjuk program x-ray digital di komputer.)&lt;br /&gt;Korban : (batal pulang sementara dan berdiskusi dengan boss sebentar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;pasien Boss datang membuat korban urung untuk pulang dulu, nggak enak sama pasien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17.12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;mempersilahkan pasien masuk, dan duduk-duduk sebentar di depan receptionist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17.12 di lain sudut di menara kuningan lt.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;seorang perempuan berdiri di depan kantor konsultan sambil membawa bungkusan besar dari pukul 16.xx, bersembunyi dari jangkauan pandang klinik gigi. Setiap ada orang lewat atau memelototi, si perempuan hanya menyengir lebar dan berkata...&lt;br /&gt;"kakak saya ulang tahun..hehehe... dokter gigi!" (sambil nunjuk klinik gigi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;korban pergi ke kamar kecil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;perempuan dari depan kantor konsultan berlari-lari membawa bungkusan besar memasuki klinik gigi dan meletakkan satu loyang kue hijau di bawah meja receptionist, dibantu oleh sang receptionist... rupanya mereka berdua telah bersekongkol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17.19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;korban kembali dari kamar kecil dan pada saat itu perempuan tadi telah raib ntah kemana sehingga kehadirannya tidak tercium oleh korban. Mungkin ia bersembunyi di bawah meja receptionist, atau ngacir keluar sebelum korban keluar kamar mandi.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;korban mendapati pasien telah pulang, dan kembali meminta izin kepada Boss untuk pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17.20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;mendapati boss sedang di ruangan 2 &lt;br /&gt;Korban : "Aku pulang ya, Dok"&lt;br /&gt;Boss : "jangan dong!"&lt;br /&gt;(ini aneh karena jarang-jarang boss menahan saya pulang...)&lt;br /&gt;Korban: "he...?"&lt;br /&gt;Boss : "euh... tunggu dulu, Diana. Ada yang mau saya omongin sama kamu tentang pasienmu tadi. Tutup dulu pintunya!"&lt;br /&gt;Korban : (menutup pintu dengan patuh)"Ya, dok?"&lt;br /&gt;Boss : " euh... saya mau bilang apa tadi ya?" (terdiam...)&lt;br /&gt;Korban : &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"wah si boss kena short term memory loss..."&lt;/span&gt; (sambil sabar menunggu)&lt;br /&gt;Boss : "euh...besok pasiennya siapa ya?"&lt;br /&gt;Korban : "hmmm... siapa ya pasienku minggu lalu itu. Yang skeling sekeluarga itu lho dok! Yang Bapaknya saya kerjain..."&lt;br /&gt;Boss : "siapa tuh? yan mana? Niniiiiiiiiiingggg...." (memanggil receptionist)&lt;br /&gt;Mbak Nining sang receptionist masuk ke ruangan 2&lt;br /&gt;Boss : "sebutin pasien buat besok!"&lt;br /&gt;Mbak Nining : "Gita, fanny, bla...bla...bla..."&lt;br /&gt;Boss : "sebutin lagi! pelan-pelaaaan..."&lt;br /&gt;Mbak Nining : "jam 9 Gita, jam 10 Fanny, jam 11... bla..bla..bla..." (mebacakan pasien untuk besok yang telah dihafal di luar kepala)&lt;br /&gt;Korban : &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"apa hubungannya pasien besok sama pasien tadi yak? dah kecapean si Boss nih!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17.22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Begitu pintu ruang 
