<?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-19677362</id><updated>2012-02-17T21:52:46.158+07:00</updated><category term='stori hati'/><category term='foto'/><category term='Ide'/><category term='oke des'/><category term='poem'/><category term='souvenir'/><category term='Tim Nas'/><category term='iseng'/><category term='Joudan'/><category term='food'/><category term='Crime'/><category term='Bandung Harley Davidson&apos;s Fair'/><category term='Lifestyle'/><category term='Book Project'/><category term='A.B.I.T'/><category term='KGB'/><category term='Guruku'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='Kaji Care Day'/><category term='review'/><category term='Salah mbak?'/><category term='Ethic'/><category term='Play List'/><category term='Bye UKI'/><title type='text'>Hah?</title><subtitle type='html'>daily wishes, daily hopes and daily jokes:0</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-6628025868677162005</id><published>2012-01-29T00:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T00:19:39.971+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Giving</title><content type='html'>A store. A place where people looking for what they needs. Hunting for the things that part of their live. For many people store is just a place to do simple business, give money and get the thing. But lets think further. The store keep many small things that people need. It is a huge place to some people so much in a rush to shopping. I have been thinking, store or mall or any places which sell things could be a huge temptation. Woman, as I am always in this position, tends to take small things, which we don't need it. Going to the mall only to buy a hair pin it is very much make sense for woman. I had done that. Walking around for may hours, but end up in small accessories store to bring hair pins go home. Of course , I might be in a trouble, yes, I was distracting my self from jobs overload. It is a big no for me now. I have done mistakes. I should learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move my self from hanging around or hang out in malls, to waste time , by produce quality time for my self. Being single, is make someone free as a bird, means you can go anywhere, back anytime. Including if you stranded in mall and having time wasters. I put my self in big picture. The age wont stay in small number, the questions that the angel will asked me how I spend my time is bothering me. I couldn't imagine, what if I answered: at mall, windows shopping, if the angel ask what have you done for the rest of your life. Woooo I should giving my time more in to something. I do enjoy blogging and writing, but also shopping. Then I will harder pushing my self, to donate my time for the works. What works? Let's just open the guidance for human - Quran. Find it in many verse of it, it will always repeat: the good deed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-6628025868677162005?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/6628025868677162005/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=6628025868677162005' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6628025868677162005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6628025868677162005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2012/01/giving.html' title='Giving'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-4519754999612615556</id><published>2012-01-23T20:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T00:19:07.503+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>The Choice</title><content type='html'>A woman drove car with other friends. She was "flying" while drove the car. She finally end&amp;nbsp; her journey by killed&amp;nbsp; 9 pedestrians, 4 pedestrians are in comma. The woman recently known just had perfect party. She was drinking and also using drugs. Her choices in the party drag her in to other people misery. Sounds very dramatic. But this is real. A proof that both alcohol and drugs, is like a bullet for someones brain.It create monster beneath the human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the woman become news maker now. Everybody talk about her! In BBM, Facebook, Twitter, many social media. What a perfect life she has now?&lt;br /&gt;Well, she has made wrong combination in her life. drugs and alcohol! She should have known, it is bullet for her self ... She should choose other option to combine if she feels stress or something. Such chocolate with ice cream, chicken wings with pizza, orange and apple, sleep and eat, jog and swim, or even the most wonderful combination : praying and sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was made wrong option. But could killed 9 people! May Allah reward her something. Since many people condemning and cursing her right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Try google or you tube with the key word (to find out the facts): Tugu Tani Accident&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-4519754999612615556?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/4519754999612615556/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=4519754999612615556' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4519754999612615556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4519754999612615556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2012/01/choice.html' title='The Choice'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-3567786268455153699</id><published>2012-01-07T22:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T22:50:03.768+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>2012 January</title><content type='html'>Is it a good year? Chinese year says it is the year of the dragon. Roar... oops that not a dragon. Well how possible this year will be different to our life?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what December had left for us. The disaster or bless? Nothing wrong. Year just a year. It will past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people make resolution in early year, then pushing it , commit&amp;nbsp; to the resolutions,&amp;nbsp; not until April come, or mid term of the year on July. Resolution starts melt down.&lt;br /&gt;In early people get committed, but lately they often to break down and separate easily from own promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what will always last in year? We all know. The year just year, but our life will move on, and on not until last breath taken . So ourselves will stay last. Only God now when it will end. But our self is the best trend ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed up with resolution? Then just be your self. Do your best part as human that will last forever, if the good deeds which we prefer to take as daily basis working and achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck and remember these people who start year with ooouch such memories in Januay 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Firework Katy Perry, Ms Kadarshian, why so many miss while they were a Mrs.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just continue being my self in this year:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Work as if you will live forever, pray as if you will die tomorrow"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-3567786268455153699?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/3567786268455153699/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=3567786268455153699' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3567786268455153699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3567786268455153699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-january.html' title='2012 January'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Jakarta, Indonesia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-6.211544 106.84517200000005</georss:point><georss:box>-6.355154 106.69912250000004 -6.067934 106.99122150000005</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-7120078394808710251</id><published>2011-11-26T09:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T09:36:07.045+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='souvenir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Stolen Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZhuSs70d7o/TtBM33g7niI/AAAAAAAAAk4/OEkL3aEpR5c/s1600/Copy+of+IMG01177-20110306-0803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZhuSs70d7o/TtBM33g7niI/AAAAAAAAAk4/OEkL3aEpR5c/s320/Copy+of+IMG01177-20110306-0803.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily life, in usual activity. Get up, take shower, get dressed, get yourself walk to your office. Seeing the same street, same people with same activity, same traffic light. What if, it won't be the same again. Your morning ritual will totally change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other part of the world, newly wed couple have new ritual for their life.They share they morning. In new habit,sharing the activity and the quarrel. Other story also captured. couple years after marriage couple. They had their kids. Should the kids with their duty to walk to the school. But never happen that easy. Since the happy morning is just a dream. No more happy morning. Dad stays at home. Have no job. Mom should working very hard. But kids, also can't go to school. Since dad walk away from his obligation to deliver the kids. It just a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another morning, in other life's. It's a bless to have morning with good breakfast. Yummy baked pancake or even some cereal. Hearing the pouring milk from the jar. But sometime, it became different ritual for a person some disease. The person won't be able to find their own milk cup. It difficult time to have simple breakfast like used to. It hard to cut the pancake and spoon it. It is because the new habit has change. Because a person needs to struggle in the morning to get a perfect breakfast. Well, it is just another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning can be a simple blessed. Good morning world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dealing with my old illness, quite shocking.But needs to keep balance, I need to move no matter, whatever the reality are.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-7120078394808710251?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/7120078394808710251/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=7120078394808710251' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7120078394808710251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7120078394808710251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/11/stolen-morning.html' title='Stolen Morning'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZhuSs70d7o/TtBM33g7niI/AAAAAAAAAk4/OEkL3aEpR5c/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG01177-20110306-0803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-6494647197829542811</id><published>2011-11-09T18:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T22:18:25.957+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stori hati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethic'/><title type='text'>Friendly World</title><content type='html'>I was joining the field trip for my troops: autistic children. It was very fun, tired, once again fun. We took trip by car and stop by at the train station. After that we took trip by train and sitting and watching the journey headed from station to another station. The kids really enjoy. Most of them staring at the train, roads, houses along the the way. It was very rare excitement for them. Since the world still not friendly for them. When we were in the train, the officer was really caring. They closed the doors after I asked them to closed the door. Since we all scared if any of the kids jump or even walk out the door. But it happen only couple minute. They dragged me to the head train. But talking non sense and indirect that I should paid to get the proper closed door for the train. Hate this. This world is not as friendly even for couple minute. Just to carried my troops to sightseiing the station inside&amp;nbsp; from the train. I reject that capitalist idea. I left them. Our team should guide and protect our kids harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, someday, people could care more and more, the social rule can be very friendly to special needs children, to old people and many people who can't live as normal as we are mostly. If there is a public policy defend this rights, I will share to whole world. Too bad, we haven't on that stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-6494647197829542811?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/6494647197829542811/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=6494647197829542811' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6494647197829542811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6494647197829542811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/11/friendly-world.html' title='Friendly World'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-4822602883876699110</id><published>2011-11-01T20:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:00:21.999+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'>Natural Imitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LoF-Y8jKsMk/Tq_1OZ9fhdI/AAAAAAAAAh8/cbuWWEQN5aA/s1600/imitation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LoF-Y8jKsMk/Tq_1OZ9fhdI/AAAAAAAAAh8/cbuWWEQN5aA/s320/imitation.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I&amp;nbsp; felt very sleepy. While it just 10 am in the morning. When the cool air conditioning tempting me to close my eyes and have some break for my self. I was in the middle in office at office hour... How could possible I am sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing but find a solution beside sleeping. Which that my self such horrible zombie worker if I was sleeping in the office. But then I went to the pantry. Far away before turn to the pantry, I saw my friend. She was yawning. I was yawning again, no longer after she was yawning. Well, in that time I realize, people do following each other, in certain natural situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time I went to the clinic. The clinic was quite full of patient. I was sitting nicely, really nice. I was waiting for my friend who was busy with some extra job. Soon , her work being reviewed by my boss. Then she spent time in front of clinic's tv which hang on the wall.Suddenly, she called me and asked me to get closer. We watched the movie, by standing in front of TV. Not so long, another man come , to stand and watch the TV, just like us. It's like we had drag his attention and the man was wondering,. why us so serious watching the TV. What's the news in TV. The man, indirectly had copied our action.&amp;nbsp; While we just staring at the magician finger in TV, because he looks so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a little message beneath this hard words.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L2T73cMctDI/Tq_1oM_NpiI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oGcjifTtt-Q/s1600/be+u.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L2T73cMctDI/Tq_1oM_NpiI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oGcjifTtt-Q/s1600/be+u.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just natural thing... you listen to someone, imitate someone, but let's be careful..about this natural skill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-4822602883876699110?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/4822602883876699110/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=4822602883876699110' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4822602883876699110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4822602883876699110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/11/natural-imitation.html' title='Natural Imitation'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LoF-Y8jKsMk/Tq_1OZ9fhdI/AAAAAAAAAh8/cbuWWEQN5aA/s72-c/imitation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-2319772977522242214</id><published>2011-10-19T22:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T22:36:08.407+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bandung Harley Davidson&apos;s Fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HOJDlqkx2Ak/Tp7qhogGK-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/7_BSgK_lZuk/s1600/IMG_2471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HOJDlqkx2Ak/Tp7qhogGK-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/7_BSgK_lZuk/s320/IMG_2471.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some silly action in fair of Harley Davidson... taking pictures using the mirror reflection. Seems Harley Davidson's guy was shocking with my action. They were thinking, why she didn't take picture of the motorcycle, she was taking picture on herself on Harley Davidson's mirror!&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, see that  pink girl who stands behind the mirror? she was afraid of biker-don't know why. So I should take moment to did some candid. Mirror on Harley seems interesting for me tough. It reflect the clear view and strong heart too. That's all we need in our life isn't it, when we ride on the journey of life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-2319772977522242214?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/2319772977522242214/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=2319772977522242214' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/2319772977522242214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/2319772977522242214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/10/some-silly-action-in-fair-of-harley.html' title=''/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HOJDlqkx2Ak/Tp7qhogGK-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/7_BSgK_lZuk/s72-c/IMG_2471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-1439714370495770625</id><published>2011-10-12T10:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T22:17:03.822+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'>fantasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHyNMtmJRLA/TrKvhjAnyvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/likm-hQgOD4/s1600/swing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHyNMtmJRLA/TrKvhjAnyvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/likm-hQgOD4/s320/swing.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;who, how and where? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-1439714370495770625?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/1439714370495770625/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=1439714370495770625' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1439714370495770625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1439714370495770625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/10/fantasia.html' title='fantasia'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHyNMtmJRLA/TrKvhjAnyvI/AAAAAAAAAiU/likm-hQgOD4/s72-c/swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-4138930868122224471</id><published>2011-09-27T21:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:11:09.606+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>The Mate</title><content type='html'>How to get an intimacy&amp;nbsp; to some one? You may know someone after some intense communication. Chat via mobile phone, face to face, nose to nose.. or just say hello with postcard---how oldies?&lt;br /&gt;Many times, I was spending half day or full day with some one, just by short term travel could build better communication and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I went with my friend. We just had some dinner time. As woman, we just one to see some good topics between our talks. Man-fashion-book. It was work well.I getting closer since the talks.&amp;nbsp; know her better after the three beloved topics was run along the dinner. The dinner was sort of 2 hours last. But it made good quality with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? traveling together.YES this way works much more better. If you crush on someone , have a big wonder for him/her. Go traveling. My experience, 50% from someone personality you may see once you travelling with someone.People getting very open or truthful sometimes in specific time. I notice, dinner talk, bed talk and grooming talk is really works to find out your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner talk? Simple chat in dinner time. You may go deep into some topic, but mostly people who caht in the dinner time will broadening their topic. From cat to the office. Yes! Try some dinner chat. If you getting bored with your dinner with some one, you might feel uncomfortable with that dinner mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed talk? I am talking here about before night time sleep, in some dark room, and sleepy head situation. You may have deep talk there. Since there's only voice to voice connected. I feel this could increase intimacy between people. Even could lead to some confession :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mate is just made by situation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-4138930868122224471?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/4138930868122224471/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=4138930868122224471' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4138930868122224471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4138930868122224471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/09/mate.html' title='The Mate'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-454752159851179534</id><published>2011-09-24T22:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:40:54.909+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak, yay ? nay?</title><content type='html'>at 6 pm... in 29 August... Whole Indonesian muslim look for the good news of Eid Ul Fithr Day. It should announce after the special meeting. But its not happen... the Eid'ul Fithr didn't come at all.&lt;br /&gt;You know, because the time zone different. To have the Eid'ul Fithr, the hilal should be appear in the area. Hilal is the sign in the sky that moon showed in the first month of Syawal. If we had it, means the Eid Day which fall in 1st Syawal; coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These silly thing happens:&lt;br /&gt;People taught it would happen tomorrow , the Eid celebration. Many kitchen had cooked for the Eid food, since there were no Eid Day, so kept the food for the next day. &lt;br /&gt;A takbir ( praise to Allah ) usually loudly shout in masjid. But after the takbir... for couple minute in one masjid, a boy come and say, the Eid Day is tomorrow. Suddenly the takbir silent. No more takbir and happy celebration ..Its stop just like that. It's odd and seems awkward. But that happened!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-454752159851179534?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/454752159851179534/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=454752159851179534' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/454752159851179534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/454752159851179534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/09/eid-mubarak-yay-nay.html' title='Eid Mubarak, yay ? nay?'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-1210162902186117866</id><published>2011-09-07T11:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T11:54:14.725+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Dinner Dash Night</title><content type='html'>City of Jakarta and surround will be very awkward after the Eid ul Fithri. Eid ul Fithri is the moment where Jakarta's people coming back to their ancestors home town, ethnic.Many of Jakarta people are coming from different ethnic, not the local Betawi people , the original Jakarta ethnic.The capitol became very empty, less cars, people, because they all back home.&lt;br /&gt;It suffering for some people who stay in Jakarta. Usually in the morning, they will find the porridge man -sell the porridge use cart and go around- but not in Eid holiday. Cheapest restaurant such warteg (javanese food restaurant with food&amp;nbsp; price less than 1 dollar) also closed. Many local significant economic infrastructure aka restaurant and food seller:) closed their business. Huh... hungry people in town is increase you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night it happen to us. Me and my family.. just got back from long journey of town to town which take about 4 hours. Through the forest, trough the air ---no of course. At last we all arrived in town. The long journey left nothing but starving! Goin to the first restaurant. We got surprised the seafood restaurant was in waiting list to told us-some food already ate down. Next restaurant, still craving for some seafood, we found lights in quite hectic seafood. We were all sitting with hungry face, but none one of the servant coming closer to our messy look table. I was counting to ten... still. Next we all decided to move out. Hungry people is aggressive. We decided to move, with hungry belly.&lt;br /&gt;Then not too far from sea food restaurant but it is also closed.crossed finger, we met the not promising restaurant but yes look good. We just step in with pessimistic. It so quite restaurant, newbie restaurant with only few servant. &lt;br /&gt;Again.... the servant take more than 10 minutes to realize we were there and sit in with hungry belly. Gee... total we supposed to wait less than 20 minutes, but it was nearly 25 minute long..... We had done another plan to found another restaurant. But then we kept waiting, tough its so starving. Then the waitress come an d list down our food. The next was another moment to be patient in hunger. ate some chips, in couple minutes the chips was done. Still waiting... OMG we kept mocking around the dinner dash night.. In Eid holiday the city was lack of people and normal service. We had talked silly things around the previous restaurants and their sevice. Yet the food come after about 20&amp;nbsp; minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I even shout accross the table since no waitress bring as complete food. It was the drink come, the next 15-20 minutes half food. The most suffer person that night was my brother. Our driver had the last meal served. He nearly died--- really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;After all waiting and pain in hunger.. we just got Alhamdulillah, food in out tummy. And time to pay. It was true.. the price was expensive enough, luckily we did not need to burst out again since they had yummy food. Not bad. But expensive for the chips... still complaining. Then end of the diner dash night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise were made:&lt;br /&gt;Fast food is the best for urgent dinner such that day in Eid Holiday, no longer go to that not promising restaurant with less customers inside and hard to reach for the location, and no tolerance to keep hungry people waiting.... arrrrgh----Dinner Dash burned face customer mode on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-1210162902186117866?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/1210162902186117866/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=1210162902186117866' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1210162902186117866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1210162902186117866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/09/dinner-dash-night.html' title='Dinner Dash Night'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-8547292848032557984</id><published>2011-08-20T20:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T20:43:27.680+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Culinary Trending Time</title><content type='html'>Trending topic in twitter is just like nothing when some people only use and twitting. But see the high impact of television? Once a moment- whether is embarrassing or fun or drama look like thing- which published in TV, it create a new chance for another things. In Indonesia, there was a girl, married a young prince then she divorce the rich young prince. Because the girl found the life with the prince is not fun anymore, she just ran away. The media, TV found this story. Soon after the drama is reveal, popular among the housewives and ladies, the girl named also become trending topic. Soon many products in the market has her name. Like M...'s&amp;nbsp; bag, M...'s shoes. Last time the most ridiculous&amp;nbsp; thing that I know , there is a restaurant, sell meatball and take the M's name. So it called M's Meatball ---which is a restaurant name. M has case, she bring it up to the media, people enjoy the drama and yes, M just branding her life to many products. As instant as her love story.&lt;br /&gt;Remember handsome William and pretty Kate? When they got married, how&amp;nbsp; media take this as trend? Its the best selling factor. Wedding fairy tale, their hats, gown, food and many things smells so William and Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best trend in tv lately is about food. It is trending topic since I saw Wok with Yan in my only 2 tv channels. Food and kitchen and chef is not so popular among some tv viewer, specially youngsters and man. But today?Hohoho everybody enjoy Master Chef, Hell's Kitchen. And the best hangout place and cheapest for me , its the restaurant. The basics item of this culinary trend are the&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; closest with the human nature factor-a need to eat, restaurant as the most popular place to hang out and easy to find, and people of all age likes the food product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is part of culture. This is what I like. Food represent the culture of a country. Since the food and restaurant become very popular at TV, the focuses to the origin of food , like the country or region is become popular too. When people talk about spaghetti&amp;nbsp; they will remember Italy. When people talk about ramen, they will connected to kimono and chopsticks. And today Indonesia's best food is common among people too.Satay ayam -chicken , nasi goreng-fried rice, will connect tourist or foreign people to batik, as Indonesia's culture.TV will be more enriched with topic in culinary and will promote culture of a place also travel program.People will always talk about those topics.Thanks to tv program to be trendsetter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will culinary program stay long in our tv? It's classic and common, so it will. Specially many handsome chef pop out to show us how to cook!&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;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-8547292848032557984?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/8547292848032557984/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=8547292848032557984' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8547292848032557984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8547292848032557984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/08/culinary-trending-time.html' title='Culinary Trending Time'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-1206465199764375941</id><published>2011-08-20T19:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T19:57:37.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-1206465199764375941?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/1206465199764375941/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=1206465199764375941' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1206465199764375941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1206465199764375941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-4315341914666907115</id><published>2011-08-17T01:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T01:02:02.012+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stori hati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>blind mind</title><content type='html'>take a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; knife and slice a heart&lt;br /&gt;steal a sight and toss it out&lt;br /&gt;grab a step and hop in&lt;br /&gt;why these things?&lt;br /&gt;should we cook a new warm heart to clean the germ of pain&lt;br /&gt;should we add some sugar to make fun the surround?&lt;br /&gt;or either just not right&lt;br /&gt;because its a blind mind time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random words&lt;br /&gt;lousy moods&lt;br /&gt;crazy mind&lt;br /&gt;but a big rocks dumb in every acts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall we run and hide&lt;br /&gt;or walk and never stop&lt;br /&gt;do we need anger devil cheers&lt;br /&gt;cause the blind mind shaped all those feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to win the blind mind&lt;br /&gt;not to be the whole day ruin?&lt;br /&gt;really, lets kill the blind mind&lt;br /&gt;because three blind mice still better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-4315341914666907115?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/4315341914666907115/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=4315341914666907115' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4315341914666907115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4315341914666907115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/08/blind-mind.html' title='blind mind'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-2099695535887318888</id><published>2011-08-17T00:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T00:39:43.801+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stori hati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guruku'/><title type='text'>Deep cry</title><content type='html'>What you see in someone eyes? Wise words say eyes is the window of the heart. Eyes tell about the truth in the heart. It might tells about passions, dreams, fear, sins, lies or even just empty or numb. Having two eyes, should make the heart open wider. Having smiling eyes, would make the world surround clearer. Having eyes with glasses won't make any mistake if you just be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I couldn't face the eyes with sadness in it. I wouldn;t cry with it, I would not pass my tears when I see it. I just stared with my heart yelling, it's okay, everything it's just temporary, you will learn something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I saw it again. The eyes that tells sadness. After many months I never see, since my last time I see on my father's eyes, and it come back. It was simple moment. But it tells everything. How I see sincere heart, idealism and life struggling all in one action. The eyes that staring. She just my friend. But help me lead on things, shocked me with knowledege. Tough we just friend, I can feel her sadness trough. Nothing I can say. I am sorry, but I will be losing something again, which has help trough hard times, if I see the eyes that can tell deep sadness. Just say all the prays and wises words beneath silly. Be strong, because you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I dedicated this writing to my "Ibu" friend, who is going to catch her life back on happiness tough somethings break her heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-2099695535887318888?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/2099695535887318888/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=2099695535887318888' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/2099695535887318888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/2099695535887318888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/08/deep-cry.html' title='Deep cry'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-4509859666533051115</id><published>2011-08-13T19:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:26:50.574+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>The Ramadhan Status</title><content type='html'>If&amp;nbsp; Facebook&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; has some status updates, now i need updating the Ramadhan moment.Free food is coming for sure. Every break fasting in many restaurant in Indonesia we have tajil. It like the opening menu in break fasting dinner. The food usually kolak ( yam balls with coconut milk sauce) , cendol ( green sago mix with browns sugar sauce) or fruit mix with ice. For tropical weather in Indonesia, those are favorite break fasting tajil food.&lt;br /&gt;Many Indonesian will love Ramadhan. Because it's part of tradition. In the morning hard to find restaurant or warung (small restaurant will open). Unless the 24 hours restaurant. But later before maghrib time (the ending time of fasting where you can eat and drink normally) all restaurant will fully booked start at 4 pm. In that&amp;nbsp; time, the free tajil usually comes in your table.&lt;br /&gt;What else will so crwoded in Ramadhan beside the restaurant at maghrib time? Shopping centre! Lebaran is the end of the Ramadhan fest. The people will get yearly bonus and they just can't help them self to spend the bonuses with buying new clothes. Every mall will celebrate Ramadhan with discount even midnight sale.&lt;br /&gt;That's the world fun in Ramadhan. I remembering Ramadhan, as month to upgrading my personal relation to the universe owner: Allah. In the 11 month been struggle with sins and mistakes as human, time to review some personal touch with God.&lt;br /&gt;This year, my commitment same exactly like the last year. Constantly doing the pray in proper time and replace some bad old habit. Oh Allah, may I can reach my Ramadhan this year and close it with newest strongest signal to love you and remembering you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Ramadhan all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-4509859666533051115?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/4509859666533051115/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=4509859666533051115' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4509859666533051115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4509859666533051115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/08/ramadhan-status.html' title='The Ramadhan Status'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-381895679808165083</id><published>2011-07-31T21:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T21:35:43.932+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan Mubarak</title><content type='html'>No food in day light&lt;br /&gt;No gossip girl in house or else&lt;br /&gt;No harsh speaker on line or offline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because people... its Ramadhan.The month of blessing, when &amp;nbsp;sky heaven is touching all the human who believe in Allah.The month where we believe in miracle, the month to be more creative to control anger and manage time of bonuses. The month when hand is easy to share and help. So many other easyness in doing good thing. Lets working harder, because we are recharging our faith in Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some tradition still running. Extravagant food festival in the kitchen, collecting the Ied card and parcels, hunting the religious book and fashion, claiming we are should be the most patient people in the whole world! Last is the best tradition, let's keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't feel how cool and fun Ramadhan is... you may want to be calmer and healthier? You go try wake up before dawn, have some meal, drink, and vitamin. Then stop eating after dawn till you see the sun break down in the afternoon. You got wrong way in fasting if you only feel hungry. You supposed to be feel like heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan Mubarak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-381895679808165083?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/381895679808165083/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=381895679808165083' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/381895679808165083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/381895679808165083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramadhan-mubarak.html' title='Ramadhan Mubarak'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-9151077175849737429</id><published>2011-07-05T11:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T05:06:15.503+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='souvenir'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ymzLb8hkQTA/ThKXN587rjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GUXSHicrZsE/s1600/IMG_0968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ymzLb8hkQTA/ThKXN587rjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GUXSHicrZsE/s320/IMG_0968.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My escape island: Karimun Jawa. Happy to be there. Witnessed the gradation of ocean color, hearing the chyme of stream, whispering wind and joy of sea lover.&lt;br /&gt;Want to go there? Be ready for hot sunny weather, heat and wind and some experience with fishes. Including your food choice might full package of sea creature.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Take a long journey to reach the secret island which not registered in Lonely Planet book. But you won't disappointed because many pretty island with white sandy beaches will welcome you. Enjoy whole day with local Javanese smile and culture, be yourself in humble in this island, and you won't get lost. The beautiful&lt;br /&gt;island Karimun Jawa.&amp;nbsp; Speechless, breathless to see all the beaches there:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-9151077175849737429?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/9151077175849737429/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=9151077175849737429' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/9151077175849737429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/9151077175849737429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-escape-island-karimun-jawa.html' title=''/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ymzLb8hkQTA/ThKXN587rjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GUXSHicrZsE/s72-c/IMG_0968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-5777344418385548997</id><published>2011-06-20T20:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:49:59.575+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joudan'/><title type='text'>Timetation</title><content type='html'>I was cooking for my sahoor time. In Islam, before you stop eating -drinking and gossiping from dawn to sunset for fasting, we have to eat for the better energy during the whole day. I was cooking in very limited time. Making simple food also, instant pasta and some sausages in butter fried. accidentally I made my friend who stayed at my room, woke up. Silly she wake up only to tell me how to turn on the stove-since I borrowed her portable stove. Then I continue my cooking, while she sleep back. After some fied ausages smells appear in the whole room, she woke up again. Then she watched me busy with my meal.&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you tried?" I said to her, I was offering my macaroni too. She taste a bit, poor her with her Indonesian taste tongue, she felt not satisfied with the pasta. But she interest with the sausages. She ate some, then she asked, "you want some rice?". I refused since the pasta I believe would made me full also. My friend with less sleepy eye, "I want to eat the sausage with rice.. Then I better fasting. It was nearly 4.30 in the morning. I asked her to hurry up prepare her meals before the athan calling( we can not eat or drink anymore after the athan). Other wise she couldn't do the fasting. She ate, I ate too. I was in 3/4 to emptied my plate. But I kept refuse since my tummy felt full. But then I stop for a while, then drinking then continue eating. I had my last chew but then I can hear Athan . I was surprised, also my friend. But she saw this one last piece&amp;nbsp; of sausage, then she heard the athan too, she asked , "It's okay right?(to eat the sausage)" I said no. You have to stop. I was laughing, but she kept eating and drinking while saying " just a lil bit more." I was laughing... She couldn't stop the sausage temptation. That made her break her intention to fasting that Monday. Just because of sausage!&lt;br /&gt;Limited eating time and the sausage temptation made her the funniest person in my day! She couldn't leave the sausage when Athan already heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-5777344418385548997?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/5777344418385548997/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=5777344418385548997' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5777344418385548997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5777344418385548997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/06/timetation.html' title='Timetation'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-1248805042107656996</id><published>2011-06-19T23:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:23:46.587+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethic'/><title type='text'>Stroking Reptile</title><content type='html'>I am a cat lover. Yes. The mammals that lazy and&amp;nbsp; bit dependent. They cute, they silly and they playful. Also pretty with the hairy furry. Yes they smelly&amp;nbsp; sometimes but they just cute. &lt;br /&gt;Then I watching the NGC today. Its about reptile. Nothing special tough.... Reptile, the hard core skin animal, with tough skin. They characteristic it so wild eh. Those rough skin with typical color of the nature camouflage. They prey is always the full package meat animal that mostly mammals or insects. Reptile always look awful for me. Also scary less hairy. But in NGC documentary I see the gentleness of the reptile. The touching faces of turtle to one another. The male just touch the female's face with his claw. The touch before the regeneration. How the salt lake crocodile show the love? It is more romantic than the turtle. The male will gentle stroke the female. The male wont hurt the female which is 3 times smaller than the male. They are stroking! I am lil bit amaze with the affection expression of the reptiles. Touch, stroke and they regenerate their population. No matter how look scary they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is universal. Can't beat any look. Even ugliest thing&amp;nbsp; could have the gentle stroke. Because they also create by gentle love. God don't tell the pig ugly, monkey is bad and everything. Those unpopular animal still have their right and universal touch of love.And it has nothing to do with their "Unpopular Packaging". They still living thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-1248805042107656996?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/1248805042107656996/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=1248805042107656996' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1248805042107656996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1248805042107656996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/06/stroking-reptile.html' title='Stroking Reptile'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-3223974431340087358</id><published>2011-06-05T05:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T05:52:45.674+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Sandy, Randy and Mandy</title><content type='html'>They are young&lt;br /&gt;They just so terrific bloody hell&lt;br /&gt;But they can't see&lt;br /&gt;Which is the best for them&lt;br /&gt;They always pick the wrong person to be soulmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Randy meet a girl&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;With pretty eyes, hair and brown barbie look a like&lt;br /&gt;But that's just beneath&lt;br /&gt;The girl just like Randy for simple reason called money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day before&lt;br /&gt;Sandy met a man&lt;br /&gt;Very adorable, gentle and warm romantic like romeo in 21st century &lt;br /&gt;It's nearly complete Sandy's life with him&lt;br /&gt;Until Sandy realize the man will always talk about him and his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other day Mandy met a men&lt;br /&gt;With wealthy and super handsome&lt;br /&gt;But why the man also hard to say good things, nothing but cursing and gossiping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is their love, was&lt;br /&gt;Mandy should take care her words after met the man, because she was hurts too much by words&lt;br /&gt;Sandy should take care other after the social blind romeo, because she was neglected ignored by acts&lt;br /&gt;Randy should take care his heart, because he was deceived by beauty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-3223974431340087358?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/3223974431340087358/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=3223974431340087358' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3223974431340087358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3223974431340087358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/06/sandy-randy-and-mandy.html' title='Sandy, Randy and Mandy'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-6730701377100996751</id><published>2011-05-24T06:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T06:40:04.794+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stori hati'/><title type='text'>Writing is Believing</title><content type='html'>I had been&amp;nbsp; join the facebook for 4 years, in plurk also and the Twitter about 3 years. I don't think anything I can do but commented or being commented by others in such social network media. I add some relation in this social media also and got many informative info. But I use these social media network as media. Media of what? Media to write my hope and dreams. I had&amp;nbsp; many interesting cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was jobless, I write in my status asking for a better place to work. In that time , I was clicking one of the add in the facebook. 2 weeks after, I get job, after get some uninteresting job offer, in new place. That new place is one of the add that I click 2 weeks ago. Voila!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in other time in Twitter, I complaining -- such human . "Did Allah told me what happen? No , he just put me in the scenario, let's play the scenario to get some value"&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel does, I am in big scenario which yesterday I complaining about. But why today I feel --- blessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I wrote on my blog about my uncertainty way to commit to a big decision, but somehow I don't get satisfied with the process, then let go it by writing in blog. It makes me better, motivates me, bring me another husnodzan to Allah, and voila it became my own law attraction. Today and yesterday, my witness I will find my way to commit to the step of life as human and&amp;nbsp; human. It brings me another option with typical condition that I want. Such I want to this A person with this age will be my new friend, because I was dissappointed with the other. And.... so many option I can make to have a friend like that. Alhamdulillah. My writing in my private social media network updates is my own mind shape. The more positive subject I write about, the effects is fast answer pray and positive mind set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my writing in everywhere around in every social network media, is my own reality later. Thank you dear Allah to fulfilled my taught with the Noor. It's beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-6730701377100996751?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/6730701377100996751/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=6730701377100996751' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6730701377100996751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6730701377100996751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/05/writing-is-believing.html' title='Writing is Believing'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-7272051420851486256</id><published>2011-05-21T10:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T10:14:43.353+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare for The Unprepared</title><content type='html'>Today, couple days ago... I received sadly news. Some the muslima warriors-one is politician and the other is writer. Both are fighting what the goodness in their life with their own lifestyle, bullets. Both are mom of children. Allahu Rabbanna... There is common statement says, why good people always dies at young? I think because Allah loves them more. They good deeds will last everyday in others mind and heart. Some even stated in their real work such goverment rule, books and the children mind set. Even family and friends that influence by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever planning a trip? What you need? A lots. You need time frame its self to plan a trip. Where, what , when , how and why... simple rules of questions to plan a trip. You don't want to waste your money and time while later you will have bad trip ? Then it barely same like our life. We supposed to plan the unplanned trip. Prepare the unprepared. Which we don't know the exact time. The trip to the destiny and the certainty. Its the end of life. We must plan it. Still with 5W + 1 H principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We manage&amp;nbsp; journey forward to the d-day, we&amp;nbsp; saving&amp;nbsp; good deeds as our food and vitamins of our stay at our destination, we thinking the best moment in every bit of our nano second to be the best time to leave the world. The death is sudden and invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the bad deeds to the create the best plan for our forever journey. Lets prepare !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QrMA5h-n_s&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;Al Mualim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hyg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="82"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But those who have                faith and work righteousness, they are companions of the Garden:                Therein shall they abide (For ever).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Quran Al Baqarah-Ayah 82&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-7272051420851486256?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/7272051420851486256/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=7272051420851486256' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7272051420851486256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7272051420851486256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/05/prepare-for-unprepared.html' title='Prepare for The Unprepared'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-8582409324708707537</id><published>2011-05-20T23:35:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T00:04:26.436+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>The Muslima Swimmers</title><content type='html'>Muslima is really attached with the word hijab. Hijab is covering all over the body of muslima except face and hand. That's basic rule. What I am understanding is hijab basically will not end someone's good lifestyle. Of course.. you are not allowed wearing hijab while you also goes clubbing! Hello?! What kind of Islam do you understanding about??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic.. I am in love... with water. Literally I become best friend to water. Today I drink more water, sign of falling in to the water soul right?? I also believe water world is miracle and enjoyable. So I decide to swim. I swim with my hijab. Exactly.... I covered my head with some elastic fabric to cover all around my head up until my chest. I use swimming costume with long sleeve and pants. Still I am swimming in pool together with man and woman. My intention is one. I need exercise and I love swimming. No other intention. I still lower my gaze in the pool environment. Will always do Insha Allah. I wont be to close with any man in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also pray in the middle of swimming time. One day, on cloudy Monday, 4 of us -the muslima went swimming in hotel. We all arrived in the afternoon-after the Ashar pray time. We all pray first. Then the blessing rain fall down. We waited for about 45 minutes. While we catch up back to the swimming pool after maghrib pray. Still with pouring rain, we deep in to the pool. Except me. Because I was fasting. So I need some energy first before  I back in to the pool. Then we should stop our happy time in the pool with maghrib pray. I feel so happy.. Why? My self sometimes neglected the prays. Then I got the energy to pray-in the middle of swimming happy time, with wet swimming clothes. I took Wudhu in pool's shower, together with my friend. I commented, " subhanallah got no choice, should wudhu in open area and with these (wet) clothes).She said, "Just tought as if we are olympics Muslima athlete in the middle of the game."&lt;br /&gt;Wow... That moment I feel proud as muslima. Then we all pray with wet swimming costume in the pool's kitchen. Since the Praying room is far enough. After that we keep our health by swimming in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never leave Allah no matter how happy you are... Because Allah is the one who giving us the happiness and the precious time to remember him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam never stop your passion, but you modified your passion into better way-the Islam way.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I appreciate any scholars. I feel Islam is more than what principles rule. We apply Islam rule in our life based on our wisdom and personal opinion. Not based on other. This is my personal opinion about my beautiful religion: ISLAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-8582409324708707537?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/8582409324708707537/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=8582409324708707537' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8582409324708707537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8582409324708707537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/05/muslima-swimmers.html' title='The Muslima Swimmers'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-7835120225396159741</id><published>2011-05-12T23:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T03:29:25.638+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXaGbIFzlZE/TcwT8J-hmTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JsNmAaSn7YY/s1600/Kekkonshiyo%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXaGbIFzlZE/TcwT8J-hmTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JsNmAaSn7YY/s320/Kekkonshiyo%2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605877560360671538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the best solution to win every episode of life. You can not beat your own ego, but being understanding others its really great achievement. To reach the goal of understanding, you may step in the knowing. If you just notice in every board of traffics you may get attention first. How could you get the attention if just you don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know more leads to understand more. Then where should we put the know level end?If you know someone makes mistake, you tell the way to be better and you change the direction, its deeper than the understanding, far than knowing. Its caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Involving understanding, involving effort and times. How to limit the time? that's impossible, what if tomorrow never come? So start to kill the time to think bad things and negative side, start to knowing-understanding-yourself then you will find Allah then you start the knowing-loving -understanding concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wishing to be understanding any hard situation, amin. Allah, blessed me with my choice, Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-7835120225396159741?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/7835120225396159741/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=7835120225396159741' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7835120225396159741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7835120225396159741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/05/understanding.html' title='Understanding'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXaGbIFzlZE/TcwT8J-hmTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JsNmAaSn7YY/s72-c/Kekkonshiyo%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-1134452360198237625</id><published>2011-05-01T23:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:23:22.120+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Right Brain</title><content type='html'>Change your brain thinking side.&lt;br /&gt;You'll have opportunity to be rich  if you are: creative, imaginative,intuitive and flexible. These are perfect criteria for those who want to change their life. Economically. Remember it's not a sin to be rich. Being poor might lead you to be kuffar-not believe in Allah. Allah grant us who doing the shadaqa, who trust something good will happen  after giving, will have the money back guarantee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never never never say never. Bieber sing this, now you should! You just don't know what will happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man broke up after get fired after 12 years long working in company. Today his change his life by the miracle of giving. he become 27th man richest in Indonesia. Remember Indonesia is big country, rich in this country means you part of the world's richest list. What he do?&lt;br /&gt;1. Pray Tahajjud, dhuha and tawbaa&lt;br /&gt;2. Monday and Thursday  fasting.&lt;br /&gt;3. Shadaqah - donation / charity&lt;br /&gt;4. Good to parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doing it up today. He can survive from his broke down time.&lt;br /&gt;Masha Allah... Allah just love the person who loves Allah more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A school teacher, with less than 200 dollar salary each month, giving shadaqa more than 600 dollar! How come??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I join Ippo Santosa (find out about this guy right away) training. I get the blessed on previous day... I supposed to pay the seminar, somehow I get it free. It's like free ticket to the right way. Since I never join any of such seminar. Usually I took management or leadership seminar, because money it's not too big deal. Now I feel it's IMPORTANT to earn-manage-share wealth (such money) with proper way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing that's important, saving is no longer make you rich (just like Rich Dad Poor Dad concept-how you 'move' the money instead of keep it). SHARING is the answer to be rich. You wanna have some cling cling coin? Nope ,,, shadaqah won't give you that, shadaqah leads you to cashes... (like cashes in Farmville LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for this blast idea mr Ippo. It slapped me in the cheek :D (never seen before huh the girl with big grin who just get slapped)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-1134452360198237625?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/1134452360198237625/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=1134452360198237625' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1134452360198237625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1134452360198237625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/05/right-brain.html' title='Right Brain'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-6519035465386250870</id><published>2011-04-18T20:07:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:31:20.772+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stori hati'/><title type='text'>Tenderness, not MADness</title><content type='html'>You guys, ever try the best steak at town? Any favorite restaurant? Surely you will glad paid some more to spend for the steak, right?? Hopefully the cow-that already rest in peace-fell glad if he find out his meat useful and make hungry people happy. The best steak has the best way when it was cooked. It is carefully cut, choose before the cut, gentle in cooking and takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you cant imagine the taste for the steak.... If it was choose randomly, cut harshly, instant and what so ever cooked. Do you feel the meat feel so good and smooth in your mouth? I bet nope. It create awful taste. Only the surface for the meat could look yum. The rest of the taste? Only could tell by one bite, the rest bite... booo so so. Not even so so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I imagine the beef steak tenderness &lt;/span&gt;seems like the hard work. &lt;/span&gt;to get the best taste and tenderness in the beef, you need some struggle, process and patient. Then what will happen for something you do instantly, random wacky step, and less estimation. BAM! Nothing but odd taste and result. Something good as result need carefully cut, steps of choosing, handle with care in the peak of the action. Yes yes the taste wont be awful. You wont get the madness after paying something very costly and expensive. You pay at the first start of the process. The best results need every takes time-painful -time. But the end won't make stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am entertaining my self. I was shocked for a news that make me should think a big plan, and execute it in the next 8 month Amin... How? Then I am thinking. I have been working on the plan by starting it with pure intention insha Allah, doing it with the best way during the process-up until this minute, and Insha Allah I will end it with good result. Because I keep whole process by referring all to the Al Mighty. So I won't feel awful like the unwell  cooked beef steak. I will get the tenderness instead of madness taste during doing this plan. Blessed me Allah for this big project. I am sure you lead me always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-6519035465386250870?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/6519035465386250870/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=6519035465386250870' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6519035465386250870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6519035465386250870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/04/tenderness-not-madness.html' title='Tenderness, not MADness'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-1374126253062749597</id><published>2011-04-10T02:08:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T02:37:48.401+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ide'/><title type='text'>The Fruity  Gadget</title><content type='html'>What people love these day beside food? Gadget! Can't leave your house without gadget huh. Especially mobile phone. The simple life is in this gadget.  Any thing you can find. News.. Pictures.. Recipes... Friend or Ex friend :p dog ? Lost Dog? It can not find it, right:p Girl/boy friend? Wife/Husband. That what smart phone has. Just touch or click then the world is in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How funny, the popular brand for the smart gadget,  I mean smart phone (don't think this phone can ask where your car keys, they haven't that smart), always related the fruit. Such as apple, blackberry- this one my one which has the copy from other vendor like blueberry. Really, is unique this popular gadgets inspired by the fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What so good about Apple? It is a company for the computer program. But today you taste the sweet of apple to explore the world. Apple is simple, healthy and pretty in shape. Seems like that the philosophy-blah.&lt;br /&gt;What about berry. It is booming in my country. It is look like tempe design-flat soya bean cake. Blackberry just like the real blackberry... has so many icons in it. Really, now I know maybe that's the taste of berry in Blackberry. Remember, strawberry also has that small fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most annoying about the berry is the sound. Since this thing is very popular in Indonesia, I often distracted easily in the bus, in mall, in popular place. Distracted by their ping, their tunes. It is the same. I even don't has the x tune for my berry, but somehow, because the common and popular tune in blackbery, and used and heard so often, I always assumed the sound is coming from my berry....Doh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, someday the fruity gadget season will be over. It just like fashion, keep up date. Maybe the concept will more amaze, next maybe not fruit, maybe the cookie. I love this idea.&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine, there is a phone who can search your friend, watch movie or live concert, has excellent zoom for the camera and can answer calling just using your voice. I will name it Snow White-  my favourite cookie. Never heard snow white- go play your fruit gadget and ask the Boogle seacrh engine....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-1374126253062749597?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/1374126253062749597/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=1374126253062749597' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1374126253062749597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1374126253062749597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/04/fruity-gadget.html' title='The Fruity  Gadget'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-7176681990346401514</id><published>2011-03-15T20:27:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:47:38.451+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving for His Music</title><content type='html'>I love,  will always in love for music. If I could I will choose the industry, since I couldn't , maybe just be song writer later. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I join the stage in one Jazz event in Jakarta. It was coincidence, I get into the event. Somehow after enjoying Santana Latin performance... I join another stage. The famous Ruben Hein, silly I just watched him played the piano and voila, in second like him. Not about his look only -I know you are good looking man! His stage performance similar to some pop star. Still wrap in jazz package. But he still had the taste of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I supposed to be watched him on live show . But silly, I get trapped in traffic jam and late to watched Ruben on stage. Weird... some of his fans also craving for him outside the cultural building. Then we just go home, until the cultural office asked us to go home, it was over quota seat to watch Ruben Hein. Arggggh, till we meet again Ruben, I promise you! Remember me the girl who trapped in traffic jam and craving for you play then get kicked out the queue to see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-7176681990346401514?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/7176681990346401514/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=7176681990346401514' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7176681990346401514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7176681990346401514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/03/craving-for-his-music.html' title='Craving for His Music'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-5771507176987533506</id><published>2011-03-15T20:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:03:06.783+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noodle Addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CWtnSZIaZw/TX9jQVzlWWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/y7Ao8E1HJeQ/s1600/IMG00329-20101104-1911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CWtnSZIaZw/TX9jQVzlWWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/y7Ao8E1HJeQ/s320/IMG00329-20101104-1911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584291195345262946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oishii noodle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-5771507176987533506?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/5771507176987533506/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=5771507176987533506' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5771507176987533506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5771507176987533506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/03/noodle-addict.html' title='Noodle Addict'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CWtnSZIaZw/TX9jQVzlWWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/y7Ao8E1HJeQ/s72-c/IMG00329-20101104-1911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-211133831039230542</id><published>2011-03-04T06:47:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T06:56:01.136+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Inventions</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4363e4670cab2a60" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4363e4670cab2a60%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331737820%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DC4668BBE9441BB7345F17D32E91C47F8348635.5CE0A9B3F2B725FD1765E3D7A4FB41986D4601B6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4363e4670cab2a60%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB8yXx1cVkDm_UvWs96TTJvQlozM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4363e4670cab2a60%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331737820%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DC4668BBE9441BB7345F17D32E91C47F8348635.5CE0A9B3F2B725FD1765E3D7A4FB41986D4601B6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4363e4670cab2a60%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB8yXx1cVkDm_UvWs96TTJvQlozM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not all people can't invent something useful, but this one is not useless for your happy laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-211133831039230542?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/211133831039230542/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=211133831039230542' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/211133831039230542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/211133831039230542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/03/lazy-inventions.html' title='Lazy Inventions'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-5288385263686612418</id><published>2011-03-04T06:40:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T06:46:42.422+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play List'/><title type='text'>Pinoy Stress Reducer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-53ee7d40e9105d3a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53ee7d40e9105d3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331737820%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EA3FAB7079461320ECFD533361C2EFD3BA3F2D0.1158844FDFF2DAFE40C9CE46AF3A971EAC187AAF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53ee7d40e9105d3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSTvGL6Xngbldb2DwkW5zRt1BogU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53ee7d40e9105d3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331737820%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EA3FAB7079461320ECFD533361C2EFD3BA3F2D0.1158844FDFF2DAFE40C9CE46AF3A971EAC187AAF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53ee7d40e9105d3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSTvGL6Xngbldb2DwkW5zRt1BogU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinoy aka Philipine strees reducer duet. This Momoy Palaboy guys are starting they wacky video since they are nobody. They became hits even being one of Coca Cola commercial ad star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-5288385263686612418?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/5288385263686612418/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=5288385263686612418' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5288385263686612418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5288385263686612418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/03/pinoy-stress-reducer.html' title='Pinoy Stress Reducer'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-6992495514219956752</id><published>2011-03-01T22:59:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T18:26:41.814+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Project'/><title type='text'>1#</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i1190.photobucket.com/albums/z445/Brilliant_Yotenega/Covere-lovestoryThumbnail.jpg"&gt;E Love Story!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody deserve to be fall in love. When you fall in love you will feel you are life.&lt;br /&gt;To brew some love atmosphere, to be feel in life of love, buy this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to find my online love story in book&lt;a href="http://nulisbuku.com/blogs/2011/02/daftar-36-buku-e-lovestory"&gt; number 8&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halo  by me.&lt;br /&gt;It is inspired me from my cyber love story with some one. If I meet you-he who should not be written- someday, I will show you this. This love story is about you as my cyber pal and me as woman. Its is about truth, destiny and faith. I will keep you inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-6992495514219956752?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/6992495514219956752/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=6992495514219956752' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6992495514219956752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6992495514219956752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/03/1.html' title='1#'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-7898283495340636276</id><published>2011-03-01T22:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:21:52.227+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Sporty Action</title><content type='html'>Weekend is a trap! It is. 5 days in a week, for a normal worker like me, I will always do the same cycle. Eat more, drink less, cold room by air conditioner, less effirt to burn fat, snacking more, eating and sugary food more. In weekend, I get things , lazy,sleepy and create new cycle. Stay in sofa to watch movie after eating some food. Hoho its a trap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends were talking about the song by Mr Mars. "Just The Way You Are." Nice. But according to them its nonsense song, flirty song. I catch the song lyric, just the way you are. Previously lyrics talks about the eye, the hair, so many the. The which is important. But finally just be you. No matter how perfect you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear... being perfect is effort. Just like being health. I found my continuous trap during the last 27 years- I mentioned the sacred number of my life tough.  Finally, o be healthy, I want to be just be me. Five years ago I want to be perfect. Nice body shape, nice smooth skin, nice flat tummy. But too many power I didn't get. I am getting weak every time I stay in weekend trap. And worst.. tummy get rounder than shaped, breath get less, immunity of body get hard to achieve.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to exercise. At least once a week. And I take swimming lesson. It is so great. My tutor said I am good, so passionate. I am happy. And its the best stress release for me. Swimming and water is not separate-able. I even miss pool whenever I lose chance to swim. The endorphin is working well when I get exercise, specially swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever get trap in your week end. Life is too short to miss the good old' sport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-7898283495340636276?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/7898283495340636276/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=7898283495340636276' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7898283495340636276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7898283495340636276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/03/sporty-action.html' title='Sporty Action'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-1386711683659280643</id><published>2011-02-05T21:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:25:54.753+07:00</updated><title type='text'>exThroatme</title><content type='html'>The throat seems angry to me. Its hard for me to tolerate the fever and dizzy caused by sore throat. Oh dear Throat I already do the best for you, I don't drink cold, I eat less oil greasy food, but you seems unsatisfied to me. Whahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit, I loose control in drinking. I don't drink much. I shouldn't do that. &lt;br /&gt;Get the source of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know fix this matter, needs time, needs courage to drink 6 medicine at one time :o&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the sore throat. But it blunt me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me throat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-1386711683659280643?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/1386711683659280643/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=1386711683659280643' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1386711683659280643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1386711683659280643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/02/exthroatme.html' title='exThroatme'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-4935352647313478106</id><published>2011-02-05T17:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T18:02:39.476+07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Leader</title><content type='html'>Revolution in couple weeks hits 6 country. All Islamic country with same demand, better government. All this long the government not satisfied enough to serve the people. But maybe only serve their own opposition . One of the khilafah , clearly stated, a muslim leader is to serve the people. So its similar like the democratic says, from the people to the people. The chosen leader has to be able to show their service oriented to the people. Or just like famous American says, don't ask what the country can give you, but ask what you can give to the country.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you in top position, its the third or fourth priority you think about yourself. Its like naturally born to be leader you will sacrifice your personal matters in order to give the best service to the whole people that trust you. Unless you just want to do same old bad habit as those condemn leader do :dictatorial, nepotism, corruption and regime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up leader, these day people power will strenghten the justice. Not only because they more believe small people who became victim, but there are social networks could spread in minutes : facebook, twitter, you tube...&lt;br /&gt;You must be aware to criticism and fresh ideas..&lt;br /&gt;So keep update&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-4935352647313478106?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/4935352647313478106/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=4935352647313478106' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4935352647313478106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4935352647313478106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/02/true-leader.html' title='True Leader'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-3640355767052862433</id><published>2011-01-20T23:00:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:20:13.507+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play List'/><title type='text'>Create Cooking</title><content type='html'>Learn how to cook it not an easy thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiks T_T&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Get burned hand and had to cook fast and efficient before those hungry people getting crave for some taste. Not to mention if they become so aggressive. Including me. I will be very lack of conscious when starving is craving. Why? Naturally born. Still during fasting time, on Ramadhan, the fasting is the hardest thing to cut off my intention for any food . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But notice this, cooking and eating is just the different processing thing. Someone who likes to eats a lot, can not cook. But The one who can cook and really master in cooking... could be not to keen to eat some food.&lt;br /&gt; I know how to cook from my mother. She's so smart doing crazy recipes. sometimes the looks is awful. Her specialty is fish. Too bad this not my specialty-as if I can cook thing. I will choose some vegetable based and meat based cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... stepping in cooking exactly the same like stepping of making artwork. Find the ideas, add this add that , then results come out. The different is, artwork don't really need time. You are unlimited when doing art work. But cooking..as well as the ingredients. It will and should be manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge my self to be able to cook. Someday! I promise it will be as fun as looking for restaurant in new area. Deal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-3640355767052862433?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/3640355767052862433/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=3640355767052862433' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3640355767052862433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3640355767052862433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2011/01/create-cooking.html' title='Create Cooking'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-4744302880920107534</id><published>2010-12-24T08:40:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T08:54:15.682+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim Nas'/><title type='text'>Timnas-Nasib nasiban?</title><content type='html'>Wah ... sekarang nonton bola Timnas  seperti nonton bulutangkis . Sangat seru. Pertama kali saya mencintai nonton bola selain piala dunia. Karena apa? membakar rasa nasionalisme ----blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dibalik gemah ripah, euphoria Piala AFF besok, seperti biasa ada aja cacatnya orang Indonesia. Gosip lebay soal pemain Timnas lah,masa dari sekian pemain cuma beberapa orang disorot profil nya. Kalau nggak istrinya artis, pemain yang berwajah indo atau pemain utama. Not Fair! Kalau mencintai Timnas Indonesia, semuanya dong dicuplik. Okto n friends terlampau tenggelam dibanding tiga selebritas pemain Timnas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi? PSSI nan rusuh menaikkan tarif, semua tau dan semua tidak suka itu kepala yang mantan koruptor. Coba tolong dicari kepala yang memang memperjuangkan nasib atlit dan citra  sepakbola Indonesia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang lebih seru... Naturalisasi pemain. Setelah Christian, ada Irfan lalu Kim J. Hooooh kemana artis lokalnya? Eh maksdunya atlet. Apakah ini nasib orang ndonesia. Kalah selalu dengan kaum bule, half Indonesian? Apakah para pemain setngah Indonesia jauh lebih mencintai sepakbola Indonesia? Hiks&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jangan sampai Timnas berakhir euphorianya di AFF saja. Ayo semangat Indonesia! Atlit Indonesia bisa jadi pilihan profesi keren kan nantinya? Orang orang akan menyukai profesi ini,anak muda juga berjuang.. Daripada orang orang berlomba jadi PNS-oops no offense!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-4744302880920107534?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/4744302880920107534/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=4744302880920107534' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4744302880920107534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4744302880920107534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/12/timnas-nasib-nasiban.html' title='Timnas-Nasib nasiban?'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-2664303237150550299</id><published>2010-12-21T17:54:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T18:29:21.123+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Berladang 3.0</title><content type='html'>"Ayo pergi" jauh sudah kata itu dari benak Poer. Ucapan itu dikatakan dengan lantang dari mulut Hilman. Poer tak kunjung tidur karena ucapan Hilman, benar benar menyihir Poer. Idealisme khas pria masa kini , terngiang di benak Poer. &lt;br /&gt;"Nanti kau bisa mudah memiliki istri, lengkap barang barang di rumahmu. Dari urusan dapur hingga kehidupan di tahun berikutnya.  Hidupmu jadi lengkap Poer. Ada jutaan rupiah untuk kehidupan mu. Makanan serba enak, henpon canggih. Kau tak jua perlu bingung atau ketar ketir soal tanah mu di dusun . Bisa kau bangunkan rumah di atas tanahmu. Tidak lagi gersang tempat itu dengan ilalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Kesempatanmu cuma satu kali Poer. Pergi dari tempat ujung dunia ini , ikut denganku ke kota. Disana kita menanam dan berladang, bukan lagi palawija atau buah. Kita tanam uang di kebun itu. Uang dengan mudahmengalir Poer. Kita dapat nama baik dan uang. Sekaligus. Sarjan Teknik berpadu dengan Sarjana Sosial Ekonomi. Kita membuat bahan bakar dari bahan organik. Pak Investor beride cemerlang ,happy ,dengan ide kita Poer.Kita tinggal mengolah dan menunggu waktu saja. Memang mengajarkan bocah jadi tujuanmu waktu masuk di universitas? Tidak kan?Gaji minim juga tak akan menjanjikan bisa menafkahi anak istrimu kelak. Poer, pakai logikamu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selintas wajah Hilman yang memenuhi isi kepala Poer menghilang perlahan. Yang makin nyata adalah tiap kata Hilman soal logika ekonomi. Perbaikan diri dan ekonomi.Banyak logika finansial ia bayangkan. Gaji guru SD cuma beberapa lembar dalam amplop tipis, jika usaha bersama Hilman dan rekan ia tekuni, dengan modal sedikit, Poer yakin ide bahan bakar organik itu akan jadi lembaran lembaranuang dalam amplop tebal. Karena produknya sudah teruji dalam karya ilmiah Poer. SD Tumbuh bermain di benak Poer kini. Yang paling ia ingat satu: smeua murid kecil yang ia ajarkan dari pembagian bilangan, bahasa daerah, tata bahasa menulis surat, semua Poer berikan pada mereka. Urusan gaji, tak mungkin sih bisa membeli sebuah handphone baru. Dada Poer berdegap kencang, apa yang lebih baik dari bertemu bocah bocah itu adalah pergi mengejar mimpi bersama Hilman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belum lagi kejutan di Jakarta nanti. Ia pasti bisa bertemu Dita. Teman kampus yang amat Poer sukai. Mereka banyak bertukar cerita di detik detik menjelang skripsi.Poer geli sendiri mengenang bioskop pertama yang ia masuki bersama Dita. Film komedi hantu ia tonton bersam Dita saat Dita menepati janji untuk mentraktir Poer jika judul skripsi pilihan DIta yang direview Poer berhasil diajukan.Poer begitu terkesima dengan layar besar di dalam kamar gelap itu. Lebih lagi, ia bersampingan dengan Dita. Serasa surga, di kota. Belum pernah Poer menghayal sejauh ini. Dua gelas teh tubruk dan sepiring pais ia habiskan sambil melamun dengan Dita. Di tengah warung kecil milik teman sepermainan Poer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poer melirik jam tangan. Sudah hampir maghrib. Sayup sayup adzan maghrib berkumandang. Ia ingat kakeknya. Entah kenapa pesan kakek jadi begitu rekat erat di benaknya. Saat saat penuh pilihan seperti ini, ia menilik pesan kakek. Nama keluarga Suradji haus tetap baik. Tak ada lagi yang bisa meneruskan selain Poer. &lt;br /&gt;"Sukses itu , dunia dan akhirat Poer" Kakek bertutur saat Poer  menyelenggarakan syukuran sarjana dua tahun lalu. Selepas syukuran itu, berapa bulan kemudian, Poer tak bisa lagi mendengar kicau nasihat kakek soal hidup. Kakek hanya tahu ia bangga pada Poer karena Sarjana sudah diwariskan oleh Poer di dalam keluarga Suradji. Kakek tak khawatir jika nanti Poer hidup di masa depan. Sekolah merupakan pilihan untuk merubah kehidupan. Secara akal dan nurani, begitu pesan kakek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi, Poer terkesima. Hijanya daun padi berpadu merah oranye senja. Tak ada yang mau hidup di sini. Terllau bersih dari teknologi. Pamitlah Poer pada pemilik warung. Sambil ia bergegas ke rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akang...."&lt;br /&gt;"Ratri?"&lt;br /&gt;"Iya. Bantuan atuh, ini meni susah" Ratri meyodorkan setumpuk buku bahasa Inggris dan dua buku  matematika.&lt;br /&gt;"Bisa."&lt;br /&gt;"Bareng anak anak lain kang. Besok belajarnya. Karena sebulan  lagi ujian "&lt;br /&gt;Poer terdiam. Besok Hilman menjemputnya, mengambil dia dari anak anak itu. &lt;br /&gt;"Iya. Jam 8 di kelurahan ya. Akang perlu ketemu teman dulu."&lt;br /&gt;Ratri sumringah, muka kusutnya akibat bahasa penjajah negeri orang itu kini lebih ceria. Ada harapan di sana.&lt;br /&gt;"Hatur nuhun kang. Nih" Ratri menyampaikan sepotong kain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poer tahu harus kemana. Ia tak bisa berladang uang. Ia perlu lebih dari sekedar berladang uang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-2664303237150550299?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/2664303237150550299/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=2664303237150550299' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/2664303237150550299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/2664303237150550299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/12/berladang-30.html' title='Berladang 3.0'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-6614883357153454506</id><published>2010-12-15T12:14:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T13:01:33.099+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pop singer that caught me on the eye. Nice song brother. &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-10108bbe93fd6c0b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10108bbe93fd6c0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331737820%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6AFA0AB0AA18C5B83A788B7E0B18A303C16E67B7.33BEDA5E908A686F313398BB5CACA20D8725DA2E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10108bbe93fd6c0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPa4tOsf1IQXMcY5WA_PpkSu8AQM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10108bbe93fd6c0b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331737820%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6AFA0AB0AA18C5B83A788B7E0B18A303C16E67B7.33BEDA5E908A686F313398BB5CACA20D8725DA2E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10108bbe93fd6c0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPa4tOsf1IQXMcY5WA_PpkSu8AQM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-6614883357153454506?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/6614883357153454506/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=6614883357153454506' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6614883357153454506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6614883357153454506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/12/pop-singer-that-caught-me-on-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-1787382365301080076</id><published>2010-12-07T13:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:43:34.610+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sami Yusuf - Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tug63dI4MEY?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-1787382365301080076?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/1787382365301080076/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=1787382365301080076' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1787382365301080076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1787382365301080076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/12/sami-yusuf-healing.html' title='Sami Yusuf - Healing'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Tug63dI4MEY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-5227601164271264980</id><published>2010-11-23T23:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:33:24.232+07:00</updated><title type='text'>NaIk Naik Ke Puncak Gunung</title><content type='html'>Blahhhhh capek. Tired teacher... Entah kenapa mendarat di tempat ini. Tempat yang bikin stress. Ibarat kata, udah streSs suruh lari dari awal ketemu. Mual over load. Mabok parah. Sampe fisik pikiran terkuras. Dunia lain diabaikan. Somehow sampai saat ini makin berat dan banyak aja kerjaaan. Beginikah caranya mendapatkan makna Bekerja. Inilah saat hidup disebut bekerja. Really work. Every day work, observe, manage,  think , plan ,do the same cycle again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT there is something. Entah apa namnya, addicted or what, every time I stressed, every good deeds appear. Setiap mau berasa berhenti, cara tempat lain, hati berkata, tidak.... Padahal udah stengah stress setengah rempong. Seolah Tuhan selalu memberikan kemudahan setelah kerempongan. Hehe nurani berkata jangan berhenti. Mistakes that I make are memory to remain to better way ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InIkah berkah dan keyakinan? Tidak tahu.. Tapi masih layak diaminin.&lt;br /&gt;Get POWER get SMARTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the real jungle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-5227601164271264980?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/5227601164271264980/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=5227601164271264980' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5227601164271264980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5227601164271264980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/11/naik-naik-ke-puncak-gunung.html' title='NaIk Naik Ke Puncak Gunung'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-3749549909089838005</id><published>2010-11-20T12:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:36:08.725+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ide'/><title type='text'>Inspirasi</title><content type='html'>Ada seorang pejabat datang jauh jauh menemui anak buah. Hanya untuk mencari sebuah jawaban dibalik kekusutan masalah pemerintahannya. Ternyata feed back yang ia dapat begitu berguna dan mendatangkan banyak perubahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada juga seorang ibu bekerja meninggalkan waktu panjang kerja nya, dalam 1 minggu untuk memulaik perkenalan kembali tentang anak-anaknya. Anak anak yang mulai berubah dalam waktu cepat. Walau status ibu yang mengayomi itu tak pernah berubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada penulis yang memberikan novel terbaiknya setelah ia makan malam bersama teman dan menguping sebuah pembicaraan di meja sebelah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada anak yang meloncat dari lantai atas untuk mencoba menjadi tokoh kartun yang pandai mengayun di atas pohon. Tapi sayang si anak tak berhasil selmat kembali ke dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada yang bisa mencegah inspirasi datang kapanpun. Bak masalah dan anugrah inspirasi bisa mengubah hidup banyak orang. Untuk outcome hasil yang bagus inspirasi perlua diayak dan dikotakkan lalu dikemas dalam keindahan rencana. Rencana yang akan berjalan sesuai keinginan bisa terjadi kalau dilakukan dengan cara yang baik. Inspirasi hanya ide belaka tapi bisa berefek luar biasa. Jika inspirasi dikemas dan dijalankan dan dipertimbangkan bersama niat, usaha, strategi dan eksekusi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai pemburu inspirasi, hal yang indah jika dapat duduk manis dalam sepoi sepoi angin di balik jendela, sambil memandang keluar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berburu inspirasi untuk mengubah dunia menjadi jauh lebih baik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-3749549909089838005?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/3749549909089838005/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=3749549909089838005' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3749549909089838005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3749549909089838005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/11/inspirasi.html' title='Inspirasi'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-1191646813367395151</id><published>2010-10-31T19:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:07:31.116+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>Jadwalnya sudah ada. Tinggal eksekusi saja. Kalau terjadi di 2012, semua gunung berapi aktif itu, jika Allah menghendaki ya terjadi. Bukan karena was wes wos peramal yang lebih aktif di tipi. &lt;br /&gt;Bumi menghendaki tubuhnya bergejolak pasti karena beban yang diderita. Stress juga terus menerus dihantam kerja tangan manusia. Seiring dengan semua penuaan bumi , mungkin janji Allah soal penggantian kesulitan dengan kemudahan bisa dilirik. Gunung berapi jadi bencana , sesudahnya mustahil tak ada kemudahan sesudahnya. Semua sudah ditentukan. Azab terkait kemaksiatan? Ini juga perlu digali... Ada tidak ada azab , kemaksiatan adalah sebuah keabadian. Karena syaitan jauh lebih sabar dibandingkan Manusia, maka terbujuklah manusia sepanjang jaman , beberapa manusia untuk melakukan kemaksiatan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Jika 2012 jadi hari hari berat bagi manusia di seluruh dunia, itu tergantung Allah. Mau dengan sengaja menyamakan dengan ramalan manusia atau tidak. Allah tak pernah bergantung pada manusia. Allah Maha Berkehendak......  Mau di 2012 atau kapanpun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irhamna, irhamna, irhamna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-1191646813367395151?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/1191646813367395151/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=1191646813367395151' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1191646813367395151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1191646813367395151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/10/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-3057729916298430585</id><published>2010-09-15T08:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:50:10.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'>EPL</title><content type='html'>Pasca hari Lebaran, satu sistem lama terbentuk lagi. Sebulan berpuasa mengosongkan perut dan terus beribadah. Pas Lebaran semuanya dihajar. Habis dilahap. Saya jadi malu dengan semangat Ramdhan yang begitu menggebu, sampai masuk status Facebook atau instant messenger. Kebahagiaan akan Ramdhan yang penuh berkah memang begitu indah. Semua orang mendadak relijius, mendadak menahan amarah. Tapi pas sehari setelah tanggal 30 Ramdhan, why everything back normal. Sepertinya Ramadhan cuma momen ibadah yang heboh tapi tak dijadikan bulan penempaan amal dan hawa nepsong. Waduh saya cuma bisa mengusap sesal pada diri saya, medadak relijius bukan tren yang wajib saya ikuti. Personally I have my own agenda in every RRamadhan. To be better moslem means do simple sunnah regularly.Tahun lalu saya berjanji Sholat tepat waktu. I commit to that. Walaupun masya Allah so many devils army attacking. I try and try. This year I structure my self on read any doa before activity. Also make smarter jokes than mocking. Bad habit. But I try tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak mau sama seperti mereka, setiap Ramadhan harus jadi bulan perenungan. Setiap air mata minta ampun saya tak mau jadi sia sia hanya karena bulan ini bukan Ramadhan. Ah Ramadhan jangan pergi terlalu lama, nanti saya mendadak relijius deh.Seperti novel Eat Pray then Love. Bukan Pray Love and Eat and eat and Eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-3057729916298430585?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/3057729916298430585/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=3057729916298430585' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3057729916298430585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3057729916298430585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/09/epl.html' title='EPL'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-4747808343186389067</id><published>2010-08-11T14:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:29:48.945+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slideshow: Top Cancer-Fighting Foods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/cancer/slideshow-cancer-fighting-foods?ecd=wnl_wmh_080910"&gt;Slideshow: Top Cancer-Fighting Foods&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-4747808343186389067?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.webmd.com/cancer/slideshow-cancer-fighting-foods?ecd=wnl_wmh_080910' title='Slideshow: Top Cancer-Fighting Foods'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/4747808343186389067/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=4747808343186389067' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4747808343186389067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4747808343186389067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/08/slideshow-top-cancer-fighting-foods.html' title='Slideshow: Top Cancer-Fighting Foods'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-8130766493556370787</id><published>2010-08-07T17:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T17:32:30.773+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'>Bugsy</title><content type='html'>Seberapa banyak sih mahluk dirumah anda?&lt;br /&gt;Hup bukan cerita mahluk mahluk yang lain. I mean here mahluk hidup. Beberapa waktu lalu saya mengadakan research hah kecil. Berkat kecanggihan mesin google yang paten, say amenemukan sebuah mahluk baru. Kamar sewa saya cukup jarang dimandikan sinar matahari. agak Hangat menghangat kalau dirasa. Saya panik ketakutan ketik amelihat beberapa ulat kecil di sajadah saya. Sambil mengutuk ngutuk diri lupa mlipat saja dan memasukkan kembali ke lemari, saya berteriak melihat mahluk menggeliat itu. Bentuknya seperti ulat. Ada sekitar lima buah. EEEYUCKS! Jijik. Tapi memberanikan diri menyingkirkan mahluk itu. &lt;br /&gt;Sambil gatal gatal merinding saya menggoogle. Ow mahluk kecil dengan kata pencari " ulat di sajadah, " tidak saya temukan. Saya menemukannya di mesin pencari bergambar.  &lt;br /&gt;Ketemu! eurikah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namanya si mahluk mahluk itu bug in famili demestria something. Saya tautkan untuk Anda.&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata ia kerap kali ditemukan di bagian furnituree dan karpet. Hiiiy... Cara membersihkannya  juga cukup sulit. Harus menyingkirkan dulu karpet dan furniture itu dibersihkan.&lt;br /&gt;Haduh... mahluk kecil itu saja bisa hidup cepat dan beranak pinak. Hebat ya, dalam hitungan hari saja ia bisa hidup dan membiakkan.&lt;br /&gt;Well , satu agenda membersihkan kamar jadi PR mingguan. It's because... thanks to that bugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat tahu lebih banyak soal si bug carpets:&lt;br /&gt;http://en.allexperts.com/q/Entomology-Study-Bugs-665/ bUG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-8130766493556370787?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/8130766493556370787/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=8130766493556370787' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8130766493556370787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8130766493556370787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/08/bugsy.html' title='Bugsy'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-115566423242773497</id><published>2010-07-10T21:00:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:02:14.851+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stori hati'/><title type='text'>Untagged Waitresses</title><content type='html'>Mc D,Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;How many people was there ?Crowded enough to send them to be World Cup local supporter.How many waitress in Mc D? Around 25 ...How many from the waitress are smile and stare the hungry people crave for food- eye? Almost all. Among the waitress, how many of them put their name tag on the shirt?Only two were not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you meet this waitress, clean your table that full of water spill. The waitress won't say excuse me' when he is going to clean the table. He also wipe your table slowly but the water still there, and start dripping.Then the waitress just left you...Without saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you meet them, that two waitresses , seems lose contact with you, has no words to say...Sometimes clumsy and untidy... Don't judge yourself as customer.Judge yourself as human who has friend with limited capabilities to be common waitress. They get no name on their shirt, so people could respects their present and their special capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitresses are special people who have same right to be human,work,has salary, has function, has life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I saw the untagged waitress who are special need people, and they are twins. Salute to them!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-115566423242773497?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/115566423242773497/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=115566423242773497' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/115566423242773497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/115566423242773497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/07/untagged-waitresses.html' title='Untagged Waitresses'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-4155136020384985218</id><published>2010-06-11T22:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T22:10:21.479+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaji Care Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/TBJRFIBvc1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/AuH39KWkqvU/s1600/Copy+of+lan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/TBJRFIBvc1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/AuH39KWkqvU/s200/Copy+of+lan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481532844959298386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaji dey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beres beres di Gunung Gede Pangrango,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Fivenya sampah sepanjang trek di sana adalah:&lt;br /&gt;1.Puntung rokok&lt;br /&gt;2.Bungkus permen&lt;br /&gt;3.Bungkus biskuit&lt;br /&gt;4. Botol mineral water&lt;br /&gt;5. Sol sendal/sepatu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-4155136020384985218?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/4155136020384985218/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=4155136020384985218' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4155136020384985218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/4155136020384985218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/06/kaji-dey.html' title=''/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/TBJRFIBvc1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/AuH39KWkqvU/s72-c/Copy+of+lan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-5902142543256867783</id><published>2010-04-18T20:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:43:21.600+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Teki Teko</title><content type='html'>Dituang dan dibuang isinya. Di lepaskan untuk teman yang lebih rendah posisinya. Mengeluarkan isi yang didapat dari kucuran yang lebih tinggi. Si teko tetap tinggi menjulang dan berteman dengan si cangkir--secara soul mate gituh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu cintanya pada prosesi minum ala nona nona inggris, setiap kali menuangkan teh pada cangkir kecil, sangat sangat indah. Kenikmatan menikmati isi teko, menuangkannya pada cangkir dengan bunyi benturan antara cangkir dan piringnya. Juga saat menikmati teh atau kopi sederhana, dari teko. Memberikan sebuah keindahan lain. Kerelaan teko berbagi, dengan teman. Makna memberi yang tak akan menrugikan. Tak pernah merugikan. Malahan memberikan kehidupan, memberikan sesuatu yang baru. Walau kekurangan , tapi isi teko itu akan minta diisi lagi, atas nama kehausan untuk memberi lagi lagi lagi dan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Rasa apa yang didapat? Bukan lingkaran kekurangan, tapi lingkaran keindahan berbagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indah  bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/childrens_choice/track/i_am_a_little_teapot"&gt;Childrens Choice - I Am a Little Teapot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-5902142543256867783?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/5902142543256867783/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=5902142543256867783' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5902142543256867783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5902142543256867783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/04/teki-teko.html' title='Teki Teko'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-7895043783933874708</id><published>2010-03-21T10:26:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T10:39:16.708+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/S6WUlRG7VPI/AAAAAAAAANU/hdUKipEgdxM/s1600-h/Idul+Adha+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/S6WUlRG7VPI/AAAAAAAAANU/hdUKipEgdxM/s200/Idul+Adha+106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450926291970381042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful thing someday will be beauty. Beautify beautiful. Beautify it's not simple it's need a magic mirror. The magic mirror that humble to see what "I have" and what "I don't have". Many beauty appears like ugly. Beauty but fragile, beauty but dangerous, or cause effective damaged. While beauty not last forever. Unless there are the beauty front guard. The beauty lays after the wise, honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big problem it's not about you look pretty in something. But you look pretty because your something. Something that lay deep down in your heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty ,beautify, beautiful!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-7895043783933874708?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/7895043783933874708/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=7895043783933874708' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7895043783933874708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7895043783933874708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/03/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/S6WUlRG7VPI/AAAAAAAAANU/hdUKipEgdxM/s72-c/Idul+Adha+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-806141097234174061</id><published>2010-02-27T23:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:18:45.029+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Bola Mania Kongkow</title><content type='html'>Di sebuah stadion, sore sore yang lagi pada kongkow nunggu pertandingan di mulai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bola Mania 1 (sambil menunjuk Tshirt seorang pria ): “Wow…  lihat tuh. Beckham!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bola mania 2 : “Hmmm, nama depannya bukan David tuh…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bola Mania 1 : “Sapa?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bola Mania 2 :”D. Beckham, Doni Beckham.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama lewat lagi pria lain dengan T-Shirt nama punggung berbeda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bola mania 1 : nah yang itu , Rionaldo neh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bola Mania 2 : C. Rionaldo, Cepi Rionaldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bola Mania 2 : Iih cowok disebelahnya tuh, nama punggungnya Kaka lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bola Mania 1 : Nama depannya Kaka? Siapa sih lupa nih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bola Mania 2: Ade!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-806141097234174061?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/806141097234174061/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=806141097234174061' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/806141097234174061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/806141097234174061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/02/bola-mania-kongkow.html' title='Bola Mania Kongkow'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-2881997520151342497</id><published>2010-01-18T09:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:59:56.102+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temen apa temen</title><content type='html'>Malam minggu. Seorang kakak menegur adiknya yang tampil berbeda keluar dari kamarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ya ampun… Wangi, klimis. Rapi banget bung? Mo kemana?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil bercermin si adik menjawab santai, “ ke rumah temen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Temen apa temen….” Sindir si kakak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dandannya harus begini, kalau mau jadi temen apa temennya tuh cewek.” Seru si adik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si kakak makin risih, “Pacar maksudnya?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nggak tahu. Yang penting lebih dari temen. Tapi statusnya meningkat jadi temen apa temen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah pusing.” Si kakak menyerah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-2881997520151342497?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/2881997520151342497/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=2881997520151342497' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/2881997520151342497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/2881997520151342497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/01/temen-apa-temen.html' title='Temen apa temen'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-1936047452979117023</id><published>2010-01-10T08:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:25:19.232+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joudan'/><title type='text'>Norakmeter</title><content type='html'>Di sebuah komplek perumahan apapun bisa jadi bahan pembicaraan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nona muda dan tuan muda bercerita tentang tetangga sebelah rumah  mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nona A: “Norak deh tetangga sebelah..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuan Muda B: “Kenapa?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nona A: “TV baru 20 inch aja suaranya sampe kayak di bioskop!”&lt;br /&gt;Tuan Muda B: “Hmmm lo kok tahu itu tv baru ukuran 20inch?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nona A : “ Iya gue ngintip lewat tembok pembatas, kan dari situ keliatan tivi mereka”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuan Muda B : “Nah kalo gitu yang norak elu. Ngintip ngintip orang…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nona A  sambil melirik rumah sebelah lagi: “Dia lebih norak apa gue gitu?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuan Muda B : “Menurut lo?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-1936047452979117023?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/1936047452979117023/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=1936047452979117023' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1936047452979117023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1936047452979117023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2010/01/norakmeter.html' title='Norakmeter'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-2228354787871955295</id><published>2009-12-15T11:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:40:34.096+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thrower: trendsetter?</title><content type='html'>Disgrace.. That must be what Mr Bush think when he got his first thrown. Yeah of course, in the middle handling one of his chaotic case that he had made-Iraq- he got the thrown. And couple month after… last night another disgrace athlete has born. This time a woman lover prime minister: Silvio Berlusconi. Man that also known as owner of TV station that exposing sexy woman got his thrown by a man. The man was threw Berlusconi with a statue and  a cross. This time Mr prime minister got injured. Blood all over his right side face. He also went to hospital and he felt pain on his head. Camera captured his disgrace face . The unique side is the thrower is a man that ever suffered mental illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see…. Throwing is not a big job. It’s kid play. But when you throwing at the right time and at the right moment… That can be more than a Kodak moment. It’s you Tube and more than 100 world’s TV station moment already. It’s hurt your pride and proud. Both at the same time. What’s on the thrower mind ? Maybe as simple as this: I can not break the agent and police tight guard, but at least I can throw from the distance . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember old prophet’s story: David versus Goliath. David also throwing right? Or is this one of God’s work to humiliate  man like Bush with shoes,Berlusconi with a miniature replica of Milan's gothic cathedral?  Who’s next that will be the thrower and the one that thrown? This surely a trend among the powerless people that hates man like Bush and Berlusconi on top of power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Like this –Thumbs up mode on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complete story:&lt;br /&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/8411474.stm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-2228354787871955295?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/2228354787871955295/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=2228354787871955295' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/2228354787871955295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/2228354787871955295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/12/thrower-trendsetter.html' title='A Thrower: trendsetter?'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-15398509346130043</id><published>2009-12-13T22:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:03:27.176+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2MDcxNDgxNzU5MyZwdD*xMjYwNzE*OTEzMzEyJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJm89ZTc*N2U4YmJkNDE5NDBjNmFlM2NkMDcyMmM4NDAyZWUmb2Y9MA==.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage.com - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage.com - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/U/storage/site1/files/35/15/12/351512_0647607d1052b4o3833v04.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family trees&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celebs&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://celebrity.myheritage.com/celebrity-morph"  &gt;Morph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-15398509346130043?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/15398509346130043/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=15398509346130043' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/15398509346130043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/15398509346130043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/12/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage.html' title='Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-3762237748059938460</id><published>2009-12-10T23:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:27:16.241+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Parent,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SyEgu7B6hsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/O4MCIqmsz1U/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SyEgu7B6hsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/O4MCIqmsz1U/s200/DSC01492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413644217567839938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Parent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for letting me be one of your kid. I know it’s hard sometimes for you to accept me that out of your dream daughter. I say no when you ask for request. I hear your voice whispering while you shout at me. I demand too much when you maximize your power to fulfill my needs. I declare war when you mad at me. I pretend to be happy when you are asking me to do things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath all contrast clashes rain, you are  there whenever I need support trough your mocks, pray and critics. Then  my thankful pop up:&lt;br /&gt;In my dream laid down  strong values that you put on my head.&lt;br /&gt;In my wishes presents many wishes of yours. &lt;br /&gt;In my grateful appear your unconditional love. &lt;br /&gt;In my courage  posses your beautiful taught. &lt;br /&gt;In my faults create your wonderful critics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I can not thank to you by million words, billion wealth, or perfect daughter will be. But I know, my pray for you will give all the best for you, Every things that  I did and I will do lead any traces back to you. If one of us pass away, may all the goodness spread trough our history, that tightly connect to our blood and next generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of me : my dad and mum, 1% is destiny wannabe, 49% is my environment, family gen and of course my self!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-L-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-3762237748059938460?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/3762237748059938460/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=3762237748059938460' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3762237748059938460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3762237748059938460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-parent.html' title='Dear Parent,'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SyEgu7B6hsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/O4MCIqmsz1U/s72-c/DSC01492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-3918361838094752388</id><published>2009-12-10T23:05:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:17:10.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Membunuh Diri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SyEez47uGFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cSpFkWhRLGw/s1600-h/human_head_knife_block.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SyEez47uGFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cSpFkWhRLGw/s200/human_head_knife_block.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413642103881078866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pic copied from :http://www.techgadgetforums.com/files/human_head_knife_block.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main ke sebuah mol, kakak saya spontan mengajak ke sebuah sudut mol. Mo liat ga yang kemarin bunuh diri di sini. Tuh orangnya jatuh ke escalator dan kulir kulitnya masih berceceran di escalator. &lt;br /&gt;Ha ha  ini mol apa rumah Freddy Krueger ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ampun, kok bisa ya. &lt;br /&gt;Bunuh diri dipicu dari ketidaksadaran. Percaya deh, ketidaksadaran akan eksistensi diri sendiri –bukan narsis eksis lo! Menghasilkan kemaun kuat menyakiti diri. &lt;br /&gt;Seorang merasa dirinya hadir ketika: ia diakui jasad dan fisiknya berada di dunia-napak gitu kalo meminjam istilah kunti. &lt;br /&gt;ketika ia menjalin dunia dirinya dengan dunia sosialnya-keluarga, teman bahkan dunia cyber sekalipun.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika ia secara nyata dan sadar berada di dua perasaan itu, fase itu. Namun ketika ia mulai berhalusinasi bisa melakukan pekerjaan mustahil-seperti melihat surga dan neraka, terbang di awan, mau makan tinggal tepuk tangan lalu makanan muncul seketika dan hal hal aneh bin boong lainnya, maka datanglah rayuan maut sang penjaga neraka: akhiri penderitaaanmu dengan mendatangkan kedamaian dalam mati. Bentuknya bisa berbeda: minum racun, terjun bebas, mendadak jadi bintang di tengah rel kereta api, atau terklasik: menyayat diri. Konyolnya kalu mati seketika. Kalau pake acara penundaan kematian dulu? Kan malaikat maut gak kasih notification buat kita, akan mati apa nggak setelah percobaan bunuh diri. Timingnya? Ada yang bersamaan secara menit dan detik, ada yang mingguan, ada yang ditentukan di tahun 2000 something.&lt;br /&gt;Bunuh diri karena masalah: percintaan Romeo Juliet sampai harga diri (Fact: Mantan presiden Korea yang terlibat skandal korupsi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortcut masalah : bukan bunuh diri. Tapi memangkas habis pikiran buntu. Asah terus otak, jangan biarkan angan-angan ilusi datang, kuatkan kekuatan spiritual murni bukan buatan syaiton, atasi stress dengan sharing-mau ke dunia nyata ataupun dunia maya, dunia biker, dunia apa ajalah yang bisa kasih solusi bagus selama bukan dunia alam gaib ---hiy atut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katakan dalam hati ketika merasa tertekan ( atau ditekan?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Selalu optimis yang  sinergis dengan aktif progressif walau pun tidak selalu menghasil sesuatu yang massif. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Diri ini terlalu bagus untuk mati karena obat serangga, atau silet seharga 1000 rupiah atau mungkin tontonan traumatis orang orang di mol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Diriku belum menikmati tiga kenikmatan-mungkin palsu mungkin juga nyata- dunia: menikahi kekasih pujaan, menjadi anggota yang terhormat dan mengelus mobil impian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Rasakan angin, udara, air, bahkan jerawat dengan seksama, nikmati tiap sensasi hal hal itu, karena itu tanda kita masih sadar sebagai mahluk yang diberi hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Nyanyikan kuat kuat You Have a Bad Day atau lagu yang menyadarkan diri : “hal ini cuma sesaat”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Hang on to your dream. It’s still a pride your ride your dream tough you haven’t it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Marahlah pada dunia, bukan pada diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Pecahkan saja gelasnya lalu lari ke ….(isi sendiri  dengan hal yang lo suka)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-3918361838094752388?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/3918361838094752388/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=3918361838094752388' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3918361838094752388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3918361838094752388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/12/membunuh-diri.html' title='Membunuh Diri'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SyEez47uGFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/cSpFkWhRLGw/s72-c/human_head_knife_block.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-5075484584467047719</id><published>2009-11-05T21:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:02:30.794+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>The devils wear Jilbab</title><content type='html'>Qory dengan lepas jilbabnya? Bukan… Silahkan cari web lain kalau mo ngegosip soal nona itu. perempuan dan jilbab.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika salah ngomong, nah yang ditunjuk langsung jilbabnya. Bukan karakter orangnya. Salah orangnya kan bukan jilbabnya?&lt;br /&gt;Menjaga perilaku alias behave kan bukan semata milik kewajiban orang berjilbab. Tapi kewajiban manusia. Susahnya kelekatan jilbab dengan kesucian itu yang membuat banyak orang senang menghubungkan jilbab adalah kesempurnaan.&lt;br /&gt;Yang make juga manusia, mana ada sempurnanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak juga yang berjilbab serta merta bisa bablas innocence ya. Behave memang harus, kudu wajib. Terasa berat ketika berbicar untuk diri sendiri  (talk to hand Lan!!!)fiuh, namun itulah beragama. Proses yang penting, proses belajar dan sejauh man untuk mau belajar tetap sabar. Yang sabar kan diberi nilai lebih. Jilbab jadi rem  untuk gak berbuat sama seperti sebelum berjilbab. A friend call me the devils wear jilbab. Malu bener rasanya. Kalau menurut saya wajarlah, itu reaksi wajar ketika orang menilai sesuatu terlalu sempurna tanpa cela. Hanya karena saya berjilbab. Malahan ya saya senang, dipanggil begitu berarti saya masih manusia, yang penuh cacat cela. Berarti saya harus memperbaiki sikap. Atau cara saya berkomunikasi yang mungkin dianggap gak dijilbabin. Berat…. Tapi kalau tidak ada kritik ya tidak ada perbaikan. Sebaik mungkin berusaha behave. Walaupun terkadang lepas kontrol. Namanya juga learning process. Mudah-mudahan selalu mendengarkan kritik yang sesuai. Bukan tambeng jadi anti kritik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yakin 100% kewajiban berjilbab akan tetap ada untuk seorang muslimah no matter how fashion changes all the season, no matter. Simbol keyakinan beragama ada pada jilbab. Kalau yang berjilbab  tapi kalap busted melakukan yang dilarang agama&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;* Knock on wood mode on*&lt;/span&gt;, yang ditunjuk adalah the devils inside the woman who wear jilbab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-5075484584467047719?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/5075484584467047719/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=5075484584467047719' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5075484584467047719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5075484584467047719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/11/devils-wear-jilbab.html' title='The devils wear Jilbab'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-3184357011850916143</id><published>2009-10-15T20:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:00:37.445+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Pere...tea</title><content type='html'>Membaca kutipan teman mengenai wanita:&lt;br /&gt;Wanita memiliki usia kritis tentang hubungannya di usia 23,27 dan 30. Ada yang nyeletuk bilang: pantesan... pacar saya pada usia segitu ngajak kawin.&lt;br /&gt;Membalikkan pertanyaan, adakah usia kritis buat laki laki? Atau itu yang namanya wanita selalu nomor satu untuk urusan perasaan, bahkan sampai ada waktu wkatu tertentu. Diluar waktu 'period'tentunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percakapan iseng di sebuah sesi kelas, sekumpulan anak anak usia 5 tahun, ngobrol soal pacaran. Ketika topik ini muncul.. semua anak perempuan dengan cepat menimpali topik ini. Bahkan sampai ada yang bilang: eh kawin nomor satu. Nomor dua menikah. Halah..&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang lain bilang,"pacaran kan ciuman." Ih ih... sudah nge-lead ke yang lain. Lucunya ada satu anak perempuan menunjuk teman lelakinyanya, si A, pacaran dengan teman perempuannya si B. Ternyata si A protes dan berkata: "Aku kan pacarannya dengan si C" padahal si C adalah lelaki. Nah lo... Semua anak perempuan di kelas itu tertawa mendengar hal itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepertinya soal mengerti dan minta dimengerti perasaan memang monopoli pere semata... Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-3184357011850916143?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/3184357011850916143/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=3184357011850916143' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3184357011850916143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3184357011850916143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/10/peretea.html' title='Pere...tea'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-3531625561701284215</id><published>2009-09-29T23:43:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:07:55.897+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.B.I.T'/><title type='text'>Subject : Tsabit</title><content type='html'>Birth date:&lt;br /&gt;Dilahirkan pada malam takbiran, bulan syawal. Sempat tidak bernama untuk beberapa hari. Syukurlah diberi nama Tsabit segera(Syawaludin sempat jadi option juga).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobi&lt;br /&gt;Makan Buah dan sayur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI6Kl4cBqI/AAAAAAAAALc/GB7juGsmDI4/s1600-h/IMG_0639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI6Kl4cBqI/AAAAAAAAALc/GB7juGsmDI4/s200/IMG_0639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386932057930466978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bola addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI54gwI68I/AAAAAAAAALU/3uES6IzBHko/s1600-h/IMG_0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI54gwI68I/AAAAAAAAALU/3uES6IzBHko/s200/IMG_0622.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386931747315837890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habit :&lt;br /&gt;Beruraian air mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI6jKbkUCI/AAAAAAAAALk/LHuG122geeY/s1600-h/IMG_0578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI6jKbkUCI/AAAAAAAAALk/LHuG122geeY/s200/IMG_0578.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386932480058347554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narsis mode on di depan kamera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI7LJGr1MI/AAAAAAAAALs/1dQ3BU_6gks/s1600-h/SL383525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI7LJGr1MI/AAAAAAAAALs/1dQ3BU_6gks/s200/SL383525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386933166897091778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menunjukkan lidah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI7ptiuL-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/zSqH0uayUI0/s1600-h/IMG_0615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI7ptiuL-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/zSqH0uayUI0/s200/IMG_0615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386933692074438626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI8Ajc7otI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-QvnGWrfpJM/s1600-h/IMG_0668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI8Ajc7otI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-QvnGWrfpJM/s200/IMG_0668.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386934084502790866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keahliaan saat ini : &lt;br /&gt;selain bisa bilang "tatah", "mamam", "mama", "mana", "babah", "aang -sebutan untuk abangnya","ayah", ngoceh asal. Sering joget maju mundur, menyukai cicak dan kucing, marah juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngelawak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI-m1FShVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YrraNchjP7w/s1600-h/Merem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI-m1FShVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YrraNchjP7w/s200/Merem.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386936941093750098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panggilan kesayangan:&lt;br /&gt;Tsabitut, Abitut, Bibit, Abitun&lt;br /&gt;Paling update : Neng Euis...&lt;br /&gt;Manis kan nih si neng Euis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI9VDSd55I/AAAAAAAAAME/HN0ycDIg_x0/s1600-h/SL385065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI9VDSd55I/AAAAAAAAAME/HN0ycDIg_x0/s200/SL385065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386935536157845394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok bisa? Karena gaya rambut berikut,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI9nru_UCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FNvq0Mjr0RA/s1600-h/SL383976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI9nru_UCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FNvq0Mjr0RA/s200/SL383976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386935856252538914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ia jadi punya poni. Malah makin geulis dengan poni. Jadilah nama barunya Neng Euis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eniwei buswei&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Tsabit:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI-vxdymCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/94MQLqXhg9o/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI-vxdymCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/94MQLqXhg9o/s200/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386937094741596194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-3531625561701284215?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/3531625561701284215/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=3531625561701284215' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3531625561701284215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3531625561701284215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/09/subject-tsabit.html' title='Subject : Tsabit'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SsI6Kl4cBqI/AAAAAAAAALc/GB7juGsmDI4/s72-c/IMG_0639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-5236926887257571840</id><published>2009-09-14T04:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:02:00.314+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Olu in memoriam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/Sq1q2FB4adI/AAAAAAAAALM/_7ZHh8Crmno/s1600-h/IMG_0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/Sq1q2FB4adI/AAAAAAAAALM/_7ZHh8Crmno/s200/IMG_0712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381074607073159634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah lima tahun lebih ya. Tapi inilah kucing pertama yang stay sampai akhir hayat di rumah. Kucing yang lalu lalu akan pergi entah ke mana kalau mau 'cabut'. Ternyata Olu aka Bolu memenangkan most loyal cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin menatap matanya biasa saja. Tadi melihat dia sudah tak terbuka matanya. Oh rupanya itu mengapa mereka berkumpul semalam di dalam rumah, walaupun pintu sudah terkunci rapat dan orang orang pergi. Kami sudah memastikan tak ada kucing lagi di dalam. Ternyata ada yang ingin mengatakan selamat tinggal.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Haduh Bolu... sampai jumpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-5236926887257571840?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/5236926887257571840/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=5236926887257571840' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5236926887257571840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5236926887257571840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/09/olu-in-memoriam.html' title='Olu in memoriam'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/Sq1q2FB4adI/AAAAAAAAALM/_7ZHh8Crmno/s72-c/IMG_0712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-1619860064779060283</id><published>2009-08-29T19:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:52:58.778+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng'/><title type='text'>Last name</title><content type='html'>Noordin M Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top = atas, memang dia jadi nama teratas di jajaran pembom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakamura san&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakamura = dalam itu naka, mura itu desa, mungkin lahir di desa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White = putih, berharap jadi putih karena kasus rasis di Amrik dulu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald  = anaknya pak Donald... walaupun yang dijual ayam:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringo Starr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starr = hope to be a star and love to be stare?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Steiner Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice = growing plant, hope to be grow? And she's grow as writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woods = famous because of stick, the wood stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Churchill = church and hill , he's life were up and down and born closed with church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last choosen name will be : liebestraum&lt;br /&gt;Liebe = love, traum = mimpi. I love and dream ... he he he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-1619860064779060283?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/1619860064779060283/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=1619860064779060283' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1619860064779060283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1619860064779060283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-name.html' title='Last name'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-6729037111089401509</id><published>2009-08-16T20:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:34:35.151+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crime'/><title type='text'>Thursday the Thirteenth</title><content type='html'>Tidak ada yang aneh, seperti biasa saja, mengikuti arus rutinitas. Pergi ke tempat aktivitas naik bis. Mencoba tertidur di tengah dinginnya ac bus.&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata ada yan mencoba ramah tamah pagi itu. Pria yang duduk di samping . Usianya mungkin sekitar 30-40 thn. Tidak termasuk pria yang menarik hati. Ia mencoba menanyakan aktivitas, rumah saya. Alakadarnya dijawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu berlalu, hingga pukul 07 lebih. Tiba tiba bagian belakang bus barasap. Orang orang yang duduk di balkon belakang terkepung asap. Sebagian penumpang meminta supir bus menepi, hentikan mobil. Di tengah kondisi itu, saya terpaksa menghentikan radio dan melepas earphone. Ternyata bis tidak juga di hentikan. Dalam asap yang mengepul di penjuru bis, saya panik. &lt;br /&gt;"Kok ga menepi juga ya,” ujar saya.&lt;br /&gt;“Kenapa?” tanay si pria di sebelah.&lt;br /&gt;“Bisnya,” saya berujar lagi. Sembari panik, dan bingung kenapa supir bis diam saja ketika bis makin berbau aneh.&lt;br /&gt;Mata saya memandangi si supir bis. Namun ia tetap santai mengendarai, tiba tiba&lt;br /&gt;“Minta nomor telepon boleh ga?” suara pria di sebelah agak berbisik kepada saya.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah….&lt;br /&gt;“Oh gak bisa pak.”  ucap saya, setengah bete setengah puas marah. &lt;br /&gt;“Kenapa udah kawin ya?” tanya pasrah.&lt;br /&gt;“Iya.” Jawab saya cepat. Jawaban saya didapat dari si pria itu sendiri, saya gunakan untuk menghentikan dia lebih aneh lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tengah orang orang sibuk memikirkan ini bis bakal kebakaran apa nggak, akan naik apa kalo bis ini mogok, orang tak tahu diri itu malah memikirkan kepentingannya sendiri, yang nggak penting saat itu. Wew.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ada aja… orang berusaha. Lewat cara dan momen yang salah.&lt;br /&gt;Ya pantes ga dapat - dapat sesuatu yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;Lain kali ya pak., usaha harus dengan cara dan momen yang baik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-6729037111089401509?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/6729037111089401509/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=6729037111089401509' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6729037111089401509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6729037111089401509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/08/thursday-thirteenth.html' title='Thursday the Thirteenth'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-8178113845550294816</id><published>2009-08-05T17:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:25:49.988+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasum J</title><content type='html'>Kereta kecelakaan! Sebagai mantan anak angker-anak kereta, sangat tidak meneynagkan lagi dant tidak pernah nyaman naik kereta. Kotor, masif ya ok. ekonomis ya memang. Tapi tidak baik untuk nyawa, walaupun tetap dipegang anggapan mati bisa kapan saja diman saja.&lt;div&gt;Merindukan... jakarta tumbuh jadi kota besar yang ramah pada komuter. Ramah dari sisi fasilitas umunya, ekonomis tapi aman. Jakarta bisa dibanggakan kalau punya Transportasi yang okeh dari sisi harga, keakuratan jadwal dan pemeliharaan. Mahal juga ga papa deh bo... yang penting aman nyaman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semuanya balik lagi ke orang yang mengelola fasum, menggunakan dan yang bekerja di sarana transportasi atau fasum. Ayo dong bekerja lebih baik untuk semua orang. Kenyamanan dan keaman kan bukan milik orang berduit aja. Tapi milik semua lini kehidupan-doh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usut punya usut, gosip dari mana tau, miskomunikasi adalah penyebab kecelakaan kereta di Kebon Pedes. Hallllllllllllllllllllah. basi juga ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-8178113845550294816?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/8178113845550294816/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=8178113845550294816' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8178113845550294816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8178113845550294816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/08/fasum-j.html' title='Fasum J'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-5228904874706526365</id><published>2009-08-03T22:20:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:16:13.115+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><title type='text'>Colongan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SncKabEzqJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NyuqEuZeEu8/s1600-h/IMG_0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SncKabEzqJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NyuqEuZeEu8/s320/IMG_0720.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365768930096031890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SncHQucaonI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mbYqdWm8Wgk/s1600-h/IMG_0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SncHQucaonI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mbYqdWm8Wgk/s320/IMG_0719.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365765464961753714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ungu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SncEu9W64oI/AAAAAAAAAKk/uUxnMsSI4gI/s1600-h/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SncEu9W64oI/AAAAAAAAAKk/uUxnMsSI4gI/s320/IMG_0715.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365762685826425474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SncCXhwQwdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/buJSfA51rg4/s1600-h/IMG_0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SncCXhwQwdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/buJSfA51rg4/s320/IMG_0721.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365760084256276946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Web by Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;don't give me gadget i will attached to it, it's not mine tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-5228904874706526365?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/5228904874706526365/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=5228904874706526365' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5228904874706526365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5228904874706526365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/08/colongan.html' title='Colongan'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SncKabEzqJI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NyuqEuZeEu8/s72-c/IMG_0720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-5934654543456739681</id><published>2009-08-01T07:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T07:37:49.844+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Hunting Mission Accomplished</title><content type='html'>Wah.... senengnya...&lt;br /&gt;Pencarian tiga hari membuahkan hunting backpack murah (sesuai budget) warna yang pas, model yang okeh, jodoh banget deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata menerapkan feeling dalam berbelanja sangat dibutuhkan. Pake logika budgeting, pake insting feeling tentang model barangnya.&lt;br /&gt;Alhasil putar putar dari satu mall ke mall, toko ke toko jadi gak sia sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudunya emang sabar mendapatkan sesuatu yang disukai,entah kekurangan apa yang akan kelihatan pada barang itu sih. Tapi proses mendapatkan yang gak mudah, jadi tantangan yang menyenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betul juga, tantangan bukan jadi beban, tapi jadi menyenangkan. Biar worthed kesusahannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puassssssssssssssss,alhamdulillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-5934654543456739681?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/5934654543456739681/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=5934654543456739681' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5934654543456739681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5934654543456739681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/08/hunting-mission-accomplished.html' title='Hunting Mission Accomplished'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-8668482091994889959</id><published>2009-07-27T21:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:13:55.865+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>Stunning. It was  pretty things come out from her purse. Nokia Communicator- e90 series,Nokia N82.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to buy another one." she sounds happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Another phone?, I am having complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to read email." she explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E90 can do it." I persisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not trendy enough.” she easily commented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MiLan.. come here!" she shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy with my papers she came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Inbox is full. Can you help me?" she begging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You just have to move it to your memory card" I give her solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you help me?" she begging .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure."  I finally did it. I hold the 8 million phone. Soon in the next month it will has new competitor, and this things will be cheaper. What a world full surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miss, you just have to move the important message to your folder" I gave another solution..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ok." she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Btw, look," She exposing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still stunning with  a new blackberry. Curve. In her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Will she buy new apple phone next week? I am holding breath. Such  a wasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How to read the email?" she asked me. Still begging tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doh! Let me do training gadgets with you then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, let’s eat. I really wants to eat steak." She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sency (a shopping mall). I have found  steak restaurant with burned beef. It looks delicious." she sounds just found diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? I am wondering, how much is the price?" I was curious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it’s expensive enough. Rp 800.000,-" she replied. Flat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakkk What? Heaven!, I just said “O M G!” tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup.&lt;br /&gt;So better we eat other food." she find other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You know? Finally they went to warung Tenda. It’s more tasty indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-8668482091994889959?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/8668482091994889959/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=8668482091994889959' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8668482091994889959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8668482091994889959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/07/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-7797652256176616347</id><published>2009-07-08T20:46:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:54:35.027+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Pop Star</title><content type='html'>At the first, they look so naif and innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they had know the real entertainment industry, the affairs, gossips, lobbying and everything in it.. They start cover they innocence and naif with celebrities way of thinking: you don't know me, just go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same pattern, where human like attention, centre of interest, the sun of their universe. Until people whole world see them, adore them, then come the new style of celebrity to be exist. Make the silly break trough, less of the these pop star make achievements like politics, social activities and other good point. The prefer to exist trough their madness and odd weird life style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when they getting old, try to come back to be exist again, they had terrible end of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be another POP STAR?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-7797652256176616347?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/7797652256176616347/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=7797652256176616347' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7797652256176616347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7797652256176616347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/07/pop-star.html' title='Pop Star'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-2498441376156128177</id><published>2009-06-28T12:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:02:23.725+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oke des'/><title type='text'>Rumah Impian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SkcHFTTpVaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oOMTZ4sSxLM/s1600-h/simpsons31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SkcHFTTpVaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oOMTZ4sSxLM/s200/simpsons31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352254469816538530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SkcF91vpQLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/aSLwnPvcsvY/s1600-h/simpsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SkcF91vpQLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/aSLwnPvcsvY/s200/simpsons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352253242110197938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumah idaman ala Simpsons family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keren juga yah buat referensi :0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-2498441376156128177?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/2498441376156128177/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=2498441376156128177' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/2498441376156128177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/2498441376156128177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/06/rumah-impian.html' title='Rumah Impian'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SkcHFTTpVaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oOMTZ4sSxLM/s72-c/simpsons31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-3169395023966482060</id><published>2009-06-27T19:08:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:05:32.617+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='souvenir'/><title type='text'>From Ailley</title><content type='html'>A letter :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I lovE you miss Lan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much i hop some Day we can meat again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; wee n can meat We meat e chohtohr again i LovE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gus you teach me How to Learn how to do Home Work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the Bestes of all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LovE you no matder waht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SkYYyA5r-1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bGuXp9BBxAY/s1600-h/ailley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SkYYyA5r-1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bGuXp9BBxAY/s200/ailley.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351992454690896722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you too and big hug for you honey !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-3169395023966482060?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/3169395023966482060/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=3169395023966482060' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3169395023966482060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3169395023966482060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-ailley.html' title='From Ailley'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SkYYyA5r-1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bGuXp9BBxAY/s72-c/ailley.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-8469072586204340863</id><published>2009-06-26T23:10:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:23:41.442+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stori hati'/><title type='text'>Watch me from a distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SkT17Yc_D0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/L5cszzwe-Os/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SkT17Yc_D0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/L5cszzwe-Os/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351672657748102978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic by : the Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me from nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because your heart on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough your eyes aren't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the line, I dedicated to person I adore. But I can not reach you.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds ridiculous I can meet you.&lt;br /&gt;But I just now, we will one day.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that day won't be too long, I am not too late to greet you back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me from the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will growing just like those daisies in spring.&lt;br /&gt;I will learn understand you and life&lt;br /&gt;I will and I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me from the distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much I will love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me cry over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me miss you much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To whom that I know before we meet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many people could survive in long distance relationship, but I know some who are survive is because they trust in FAITH, just like I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-8469072586204340863?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/8469072586204340863/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=8469072586204340863' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8469072586204340863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8469072586204340863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/06/watch-me-from-distance.html' title='Watch me from a distance'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SkT17Yc_D0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/L5cszzwe-Os/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-6071202218099075653</id><published>2009-05-27T23:53:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:19:13.201+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bye UKI'/><title type='text'>Important Shopping List 4 next month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/Sh1z3lwqsyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1Vztt2OISp4/s1600-h/MT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/Sh1z3lwqsyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1Vztt2OISp4/s320/MT.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340552131997512482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Minyak tawon:Good for your pain and stiff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sport shoes&lt;br /&gt;2. Small Stool&lt;br /&gt;3. Counterpain &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;/minyak tawon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Reflexiology Sandal &lt;br /&gt;5. Super duper comfortable pillows&lt;br /&gt;6. Mp4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What???? I should buy all those things just because I become anker again? Anker stands for Anak Kereta. What's that? Anak= Kids, Kereta= Train, Angker = the person who spend their half life in train aka mobile by train:) I have to use train as my  main public transportation again. Feels like student again, memory remain ha ha. Since I was being Anker for 4 years. And I used that thing again because my bus has gone. Since the terminal has been vanished by the PEMPROV DKI and Polda. UKI temporary terminal is gone now. Silly!!!!!!! It makes me stay older in the journey back to home you know! Also that painful.. Oh Man. May may feet be strong. To stand in KRL-the mass rapid train .Which has less seat , but more space to 'nongkrong'.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/Sh10p_ENL3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/7zlIyVdhzgA/s1600-h/kebakaran-dl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/Sh10p_ENL3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/7zlIyVdhzgA/s320/kebakaran-dl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340552997783809906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"want to be Anker? That's your train"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-6071202218099075653?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/6071202218099075653/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=6071202218099075653' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6071202218099075653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6071202218099075653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/05/important-shopping-list-4-next-month.html' title='Important Shopping List 4 next month'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/Sh1z3lwqsyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1Vztt2OISp4/s72-c/MT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-5877805940861276923</id><published>2009-05-21T08:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T08:40:47.193+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MeeLan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/ShP8WvnXPLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uAIh99BVkH4/s1600-h/SL383914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/ShP8WvnXPLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uAIh99BVkH4/s320/SL383914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337887451033058482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nobody&lt;br /&gt;But a human&lt;br /&gt;Living in dilemma&lt;br /&gt;Breathing in a pain&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in joyful life&lt;br /&gt;Grateful in crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nobody&lt;br /&gt;Who wishes for a man&lt;br /&gt;Living in joy&lt;br /&gt;Sharing in love&lt;br /&gt;Together in wonderful life&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nobody&lt;br /&gt;Who will say ‘I do’ to my deen&lt;br /&gt;Raise up my hand for good hard works&lt;br /&gt;Constantly loving a God&lt;br /&gt;Believing  crowded angel next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nobody&lt;br /&gt;But want to be humanity human&lt;br /&gt;I am nobody &lt;br /&gt;who stand for my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I am nobody&lt;br /&gt;Could cry in the daylight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-5877805940861276923?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/5877805940861276923/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=5877805940861276923' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5877805940861276923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5877805940861276923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/05/meelan.html' title='MeeLan'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/ShP8WvnXPLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uAIh99BVkH4/s72-c/SL383914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-6366260144359509543</id><published>2009-05-17T19:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:45:57.341+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lifestyle'/><title type='text'>Mbak oh Mbak</title><content type='html'>Mbak is a calling for maid girl in Jakarta. We don’t called them nanny. Just mbak. Just like when a man met a young woman he hasn’t know yet, we can call her ‘mbak’. I have found the newest style from mbak which is a maid lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all the same. Not only like the used to be mbak- I ever had a maid once. They still like to gossiping—they human just like me also, I know. But these day mbak is really gadget freak. They loves chat on the phone very much. No matter how many sim card they had.. They will have it only for  one thing to do: cheap talk time. So you can imagine they might most of a mbak will have more than 2 number for their phone.&lt;br /&gt;In certain environment, such as mbak who living in apartment also had the typical type. They love to chat along the way the go down to the down floor with elevator. I believe that’s because two things: they hold mobile phone and they living –working in apartment which is using lift. Those things are the elite things they feel. &lt;br /&gt; They also still pampering—some of them are really dandy fashionable. And you know what they can be one the threat from the boss narriage. Because e some mbak is prettier thatn the boss’ wife. Gee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I see a mbak, that’s like to read any books not only novel or gossip tabloid?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I ever saw once, a mbak that the boss who loves to read too.&lt;br /&gt;So mbak is following the boss. Trust me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-6366260144359509543?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/6366260144359509543/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=6366260144359509543' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6366260144359509543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6366260144359509543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/05/mbak-oh-mbak.html' title='Mbak oh Mbak'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-3103696779506067122</id><published>2009-05-15T22:20:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:15:27.102+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>JFFF 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/Sg2Qv5o0htI/AAAAAAAAAIk/w5KZJfnVpho/s1600-h/SL383770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/Sg2Qv5o0htI/AAAAAAAAAIk/w5KZJfnVpho/s200/SL383770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336080286104192722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tiket boxnya Kampung tempo doeloe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayo pecinta makanan... Ada festival makanan di pelataran La piazza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menikmati semua makanan tradisional dengan membeli kupon ala jadul, Rp 1 , Rp 5 dan Rp 10 . Bisa ditemui aneka soto, mulai dari padang sampai soto cirebon. Makanan tempo dulu seperti coklat ayam dan teman teman, aneka serabi, toge goreng, sate satean, pempek, makanan chinese, kue tradisional, lontong.. komplit deh. Bahkan es goyang yang sudah langka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/Sg6QefilegI/AAAAAAAAAIs/O4igwpKXGMA/s1600-h/SL383778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/Sg6QefilegI/AAAAAAAAAIs/O4igwpKXGMA/s320/SL383778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336361462017653250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rumah betawi, sayang gak ada abang Jakartanya he he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang seru dekorasi di Jakarta Fashion Food Festival. Jadul etnik. Ada kandang burung bergantungan, becak-becak dengan buah di dalamnya.   &lt;br /&gt;Satu pojok unik juga di Kampung Tempo doelenya punya rumah betawi berhiaskan chinese Window. Di waktu tertentu, di chinese window suka ada puppet show. Untungnya berbahasa Indonesia, bukan bahasa mandarin. Ada pula sejenis layar berkain putih untuk nonton. Mungkin idenya dari layar tancep. Mudah-mudahan filmya pun bukan film biru seperti the real layar tancep. He he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datang deh.. mengenyangkan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-3103696779506067122?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/3103696779506067122/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=3103696779506067122' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3103696779506067122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3103696779506067122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/05/jfff-09.html' title='JFFF 09'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/Sg2Qv5o0htI/AAAAAAAAAIk/w5KZJfnVpho/s72-c/SL383770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-7935058275024379221</id><published>2009-05-10T00:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:36:12.118+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stori hati'/><title type='text'>Ai no koto ka?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uscranberries.com/images/health/cranberry_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 333px;" src="http://www.uscranberries.com/images/health/cranberry_heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.uscranberries.com/images/health/cranberry_heart.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa dalam angan berawan&lt;br /&gt;Meniupkan sebuah harapan&lt;br /&gt;perasaan yang melayang layang&lt;br /&gt;Adakah ini mimpi atau obsesi&lt;br /&gt;Namun mentari menetapkan rupa &lt;br /&gt;diantara kumpulan awan angan&lt;br /&gt;Membiarkan rasa ini lepas pada hangatnya sang raja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angan berawan menjauh&lt;br /&gt;Melepuh akan panas realiti yang lekat&lt;br /&gt;Ia tak lagi semata dalam awan anganku&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah mentari menyadarkan&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan awan angan ini lepas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menerima awan lain yang penuh kesedihan datang&lt;br /&gt;Merusak siang panas kenytaan&lt;br /&gt;Memberikan hadiah dari langit&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah hujan raya bagi awan yang bergejolak&lt;br /&gt;Lalu semua titik air itu mengubah panas jadi kesegaran&lt;br /&gt;Walau dalam rasa yang sendu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa akan jauh lebih indah&lt;br /&gt;Karena mentari hadir lagi&lt;br /&gt;Dalam awan berpelangi&lt;br /&gt;Kini titik hujan akan datang dalam waktu yang berat nan panjang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aishiteiru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-7935058275024379221?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/7935058275024379221/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=7935058275024379221' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7935058275024379221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7935058275024379221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/05/ai-no-koto-ka.html' title='Ai no koto ka?'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-5653697951791150131</id><published>2009-04-26T20:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:44:42.339+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stori hati'/><title type='text'>Membiru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SfRlM9oSR0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/DP8AjzTRy7c/s1600-h/zora.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SfRlM9oSR0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/DP8AjzTRy7c/s200/zora.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328995532462507842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumpah&lt;br /&gt;Berserakan jadi seribu&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan ini mendarat di mana &lt;br /&gt;Tak jua dimengerti&lt;br /&gt;Rindu yang pecah membahana &lt;br /&gt;Menggelagak ke atas langit&lt;br /&gt;Menerpa angan dalan harapan&lt;br /&gt;Membiarkan saja benci mengurai tanpa daur yang sederhana&lt;br /&gt;Tidak pernah ada kepahitan&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya keindahan dalam keinginan&lt;br /&gt;Tapi rasanya sakit meluap luap&lt;br /&gt;Kangen yang tak terperi&lt;br /&gt;Kasih yang entah kapan jadi solid dan real&lt;br /&gt;Huh apa namanya ini?&lt;br /&gt;Sudah rusak definisinya&lt;br /&gt;Bukan cinta ataupun suka&lt;br /&gt;Kehilangan makna&lt;br /&gt;Namun rasa begitu dalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan hentikan, aku mau semuanya dimulai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix match my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regen Staat&lt;br /&gt;2009*04*26&lt;br /&gt;The point is I feel you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-5653697951791150131?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/5653697951791150131/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=5653697951791150131' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5653697951791150131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5653697951791150131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/04/membiru.html' title='Membiru'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SfRlM9oSR0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/DP8AjzTRy7c/s72-c/zora.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-8977671716387520275</id><published>2009-04-13T21:58:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:14:24.101+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KGB'/><title type='text'>She has 9 Lives!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SeNWNtaacOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Wun_OY_zJiY/s1600-h/Copy+of+SANY0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SeNWNtaacOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Wun_OY_zJiY/s200/Copy+of+SANY0120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324193978010726626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pic: Left to right : Queenie, Asiya, Vashty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our school ritual,after we pray , before going home, we always wish something to Allah. And every kids will get turn to read their wishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildan :" Oh Allah I want this, this (Wildan mention many things as he wish for.)&lt;br /&gt;And I want to be sholeh boy and I want to go to Sur..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queenie was sitting in front of Wildan and she can guessed  Wildan's wish which he always wish to go to Surga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly ... Queenie said to all the teacher, with her cutie face:&lt;br /&gt;Quennie : "I go to Surga everyday. Because I don't go to the mall anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Irma: "Wow! You got nine lives!Just like a cat.. Because , you go to Surga everyday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milan and Ms. Di: "Hua ha ha ha."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-8977671716387520275?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/8977671716387520275/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=8977671716387520275' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8977671716387520275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8977671716387520275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-has-9-lives.html' title='She has 9 Lives!'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SeNWNtaacOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Wun_OY_zJiY/s72-c/Copy+of+SANY0120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-6054869515246392241</id><published>2009-04-10T23:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:17:20.992+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crime'/><title type='text'>Awas Tisu Basah!</title><content type='html'>Dari temennya temen:  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  guyzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. . gw mo sharing kejadian yg gw alami sendiri kemarin&lt;br /&gt;  malam.. semoga ga ada lagi yg jadi korban kejahatan ala TISSUE BASAH yg&lt;br /&gt;  hampir menimpa gw. jadi jam 21.30 gw naek bus dr uki ke arah blok m gw naek&lt;br /&gt;  p45...yang busnya mirip bus jepang.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  naaahh waktu itu bus memang dlm keadaan&lt;br /&gt;  agak sepi hanya beberapa orang saja didalamnya termasuk gw. waktu bus sedang&lt;br /&gt;  ngetem...naek bapak2 dan dia sempat melihat keadaan sekeliling bus... lalu&lt;br /&gt;  dia duduk disamping gw...disitu gw mulai curiga...coz sebenernya masih banyak&lt;br /&gt;  tempat duduk kosong..tp yaahh gw no hard feeling lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  awalnya emang ga ada ap2....saat bus mulai jalan dia mengeluarkan tissue&lt;br /&gt;  basah merek yg lumayan terkenal.... dia gosok2kan tissue itu ke telapak&lt;br /&gt;  tangan n lengannya seolah mengelap keringat. disitu gw mulai mencium bau agak&lt;br /&gt;  aneh..apalagi untuk gw yg memang sering make tissue bassah merek itu...baunya&lt;br /&gt;  berbeda seperti bau aseton plus spritus bakar..gw mulai mual. pada saat itu&lt;br /&gt;  emang posisi gw deket kaca, dan kaca terbuka lebar, lalu dia berkata&lt;br /&gt;  "mbak maap kacanya boleh ditutup dikit ya.. anginnya kenceng bgt...lalu&lt;br /&gt;  dia mentutup kaca itu dan lengannya otomatis melewati hidung gw... saat itu&lt;br /&gt;  bau aseton plus spritusnya makin menyengat hidung gw... dan gw bener2 pusing&lt;br /&gt;  mendadak...dia melihat gw mual dan pucat menawarkan tissue basah yg td&lt;br /&gt;  gunakan..dan langsung menyodorkan depan hidung gw dlm posisi stengah&lt;br /&gt;  terbuka..... dan baunya langsung bikin mata gw kunang2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  saat itu Tuhan masih baik sama gw..seolah otak gw sedikit disadarkan untuk&lt;br /&gt;  segera turun dr bis itu.. saat itu dia berusaha mencegah...dengan berpura2&lt;br /&gt;  baik. "mbak gpp.. kok pucat??" langsung gw tepis tangannya, gw&lt;br /&gt;  langsung berlari ke pintu keluar dan gw turun persis di depan patung&lt;br /&gt;  pancoran...saat gw turun, gw bnr2 mual dan ga ngeliat tangga untung ditolong&lt;br /&gt;  sm kondektur srta beberapa pengamen disitu.. saat itu gw dah pasrah krena gw&lt;br /&gt;  dikrubutin pengamen2 yg khawatir sm gw.. bahkan salah satu dr mer&lt;br /&gt; eka berpostur preman....tapiii dont judge a book&lt;br /&gt;  from the cover.. gw malah ditolong sm mer eka ..&lt;br /&gt;  gw dikasih minyak angin sampe gw bener2 muntah dan diberi air putih...saat gw&lt;br /&gt;  mulai teng gw cerita sm mer eka .&lt;br /&gt;  dan mer eka bilang itu memang kerap&lt;br /&gt;  terjadi di bus p45 jurusan cililitan-blokm biasanya incaran mer&lt;br /&gt; eka wanita yg duduk sendiri di d&lt;br /&gt; eka t jendela. sudah banyak yg jadi korban&lt;br /&gt;  prampokan ala tissue basah....dan memang benar dugaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  gw... tissue basah itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  dicampur sama aseton dan alkohol 85%...drsitu gw baru dicariin taksi&lt;br /&gt;  bluebird.. dan para pengamen itu bahkan sempat mencatat no taksi dan nama si&lt;br /&gt;  pengemudi untuk memastikan gw aman....gw sempet mo ngasih duit buat mer&lt;br /&gt; eka ... tp mer eka &lt;br /&gt;  nolak... mer eka cuma kasian sm&lt;br /&gt;  gw.. dan ikhlas bantu gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  jakarta oh&lt;br /&gt;  jakartaaaaaa. ... kita bener2 ga bisa nebak org berdasarkan fisik....org yg&lt;br /&gt;  keliatannya bejat malah mer eka yg&lt;br /&gt;  baik sama kita... so be carefull girls.. itu bener2 kejadian.... gw ngalamin&lt;br /&gt;  sendiri..selesai  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  inal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEWARE OF THE DEVIL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-6054869515246392241?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/6054869515246392241/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=6054869515246392241' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6054869515246392241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6054869515246392241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/04/awas-tisu-basah.html' title='Awas Tisu Basah!'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-3730788182920896160</id><published>2009-04-03T23:19:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:40:38.008+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Belajar melupakan</title><content type='html'>Hari ini benar-benar chaostic. Sudahlah ada rapat yang benar-benar bikin kepala dan hati panas, harus meninggalkan makan siang--- mana bisa coba,ujian terberat T_T.&lt;br /&gt;Entah pengorbanan apalagi yang akan dilakukan demi sebuah kebenaran yang adil. &lt;br /&gt;Sebuah kisah menarik terjadi. Saat  makan siang seorang teman sudah bertanya akan beli apa, mau ikutan beli nggak. Maka jadilah nasi padang di pinggir jalan nan berdebu jadi pilihan. He he kalo bukan karena pengen bagnet nasi berlemak itu, tak akan mengeluarkan uang.&lt;br /&gt;Pada saat waktu makan tiba, baru sesuap meletakkan nasi dan ayam bumbu yang menggiurkan itu ke dalam lidah , rapat sudah dimulai,segera diminta berkumpul. Hoa... Terhentilah kegiatan makan siang. Padahal perut keroncongan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak disangka rapat berawal jam 1 dan berakhir jam 4.30 dengan suasana yang sama bagi semua yang hadir dalam rapat. Kekecewaan pada bos diikuti panas hati dan kepala. Merasa tersakiti dan terdzalimi. Maka kompak, semua orang ingin segera pulang. Mendinginkan kepala dengan berbagi hasil rapat pada kerabat atau sahabat lain. Hal yang mungkin dapat menghilangkan kepanasan setelah berjam-jam mendengarkan keluhan dan kritikan dalam intonasi-intonasi tinggi. Burrr... semua orang buru buru pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam perjalanan ke tempat pernikahan kenalan, dalam sibuk memikirkan dandanan, terlintas: ya Allah.. uang sisa nasi padang itu masih ada di dalam plastik hitam yang hina itu. Ketika di cek dengan seorang teman, ternyata benar... uang 80 ribuan masih tertinggal di dalam plastik itu. Dan ia pun menyatakan apa yang sudah diperkirakan. Plastiknya kemungkinan sudah terbuang bersama sampah bekas lemper dan kue bolu.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak merasa kecewa karena sudah berusaha mencari uang itu walau telat. Namanya juga usaha. Kalau tidak seuai keinginan yah tidak apa-apa. Kalau uang itu harus hilang bersama sampah-sampah itu ya tidak apa-apa.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika di dalam pesta sibuk mencari makanan yang enak, tidak memikirkan lagi tentang uang itu... Ternyata kebaikan ikhlas datang seketika. Teman menelepon, Alhamdulillah uang itu masih jadi milik. Tidak terbuang jauh ke tong sampah gedung utama, masih ada di ruang tempat kerja. Ya Allah...alhamdulillah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melupakan semua yang sepertinya kelihatan buruk merupakan kunci pembuka sebuah keikhlasan. Berprasangka baik menelurkan kebaikan yang nyaman. Hah... harus sering sering nih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-3730788182920896160?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/3730788182920896160/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=3730788182920896160' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3730788182920896160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3730788182920896160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/04/belajar-melupakan.html' title='Belajar melupakan'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-3636156166427879838</id><published>2009-03-30T19:58:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:20:25.306+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><title type='text'>Phewwww</title><content type='html'>Anda:&lt;br /&gt;kok tega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi:&lt;br /&gt;Emang dia begitu!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda:&lt;br /&gt;Nggak. Ini kan namanya nusuk dari belakang. Saya kurang apa sama dia? semua saya&lt;br /&gt;lakukan demi semuanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi :&lt;br /&gt;Sudahlah.. semua orang hari ini lihat. Dia yang kelihatan seperti innocence malahan busuk luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda:&lt;br /&gt;Benar-benar gila. Dia ga mikir apa sampai malam begini masih saya masih kerja. Dia malah enak-enak tidur. Padahal ini kan semua saya yang beli..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi:&lt;br /&gt;Itu berarti dia bukan lagi kawan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda tak berkata apapun selain menerima sakit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-3636156166427879838?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/3636156166427879838/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=3636156166427879838' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3636156166427879838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3636156166427879838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/03/phewwww.html' title='Phewwww'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-1294914657737470987</id><published>2009-03-20T18:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:03:36.177+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Confident!</title><content type='html'>Don't know when the lights will come, just pray and pray and move on.. That the best tricks to get something what you want. And the law attraction will start working for your wish. But the key still: move on. Don't stop. When you stop you will drowning in a pause. And your wishes will just fly away leave you. So get your self into the process. Get ready for the challenge that you'll meet. The result can be come in couple months, years, but as long you stick to your dream. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some people say tomorrow is mistery ? Tomorrow is today. So start everything today. Or never. Be ready be prepared and you'll happy. Tomorrow is unpredictable but we can make it our tomorrow around 50 % I believe. Sure sure.. be sure to your self.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And... I get what I want two years ago. In couple of months. Just because I believe what I want and I must be have it. What a wonderful things. Alhamdulillah thank You Allah.I want the best always.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-1294914657737470987?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/1294914657737470987/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=1294914657737470987' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1294914657737470987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/1294914657737470987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/03/be-confident.html' title='Be Confident!'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-7992007530611728072</id><published>2009-03-16T17:54:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:07:05.883+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KGB'/><title type='text'>Smoking Burning</title><content type='html'>This happened when the 'show and tell time' in my KGB class.&lt;br /&gt;Show and tell time it’s time for kids to tell any stories, toys or things&lt;br /&gt;In that day Kayla brought her  bunny doll. It’s not to white like the real rabbit. It's look old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kayla&lt;/span&gt; : I got this from my Auntie Nila. My Auntie Nila is died &lt;br /&gt;Because she’s too much …( Kayla pretend she was smoking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Milan &lt;/span&gt;: Ooh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ailley&lt;/span&gt; curiously say : You mean she get burned because of the  smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Milan&lt;/span&gt; : Ha ha&lt;br /&gt; No Ailley!&lt;br /&gt;Too much smoking won't get people burned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-7992007530611728072?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/7992007530611728072/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=7992007530611728072' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7992007530611728072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7992007530611728072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/03/smoking-burning.html' title='Smoking Burning'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-7168988856794420479</id><published>2009-03-09T20:31:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:51:02.335+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethic'/><title type='text'>Rudee Lan = Rudeness Me</title><content type='html'>I was in the middle holiday with them. Yes we just had tired but fun time. But I forget my friend just got her PMS. Silly me I was acted out. We was waiting for food. Five of us and we were sitting facing each other. My friend talked to the two others friend. And i was facing to this guy, friend of my friend's friend. He was quite, talked little to my other friend. I just now this guy recently in this holiday, also my other friend that I just met him in this holiday too. Hmm I was upset because I was tired and felt sleepy and also thought  about my friend in Jakarta that had to dealing with divorce matter. I was thought about her because she sounds really terrible in her message to me in cellphone. So I asked to my other friend, can I borrowed her DS. Since in front of me, these to guys didn't said anything to me. I was so stupid. I shouldn't asked  that DS and left the idea. But It was to late. Way way too late. It made my friend angry and she asked me not to played alone. I was so late realize her mocking about my rudeness. Gee so sorry De, Furqon, and Dr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do this confession even tough it's way way too late, but thanks anyway to mocked me about this a minute before we left Jogya De. It's meaningful and embarrassed moment for me. Hiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Oprah for telling about Rudeness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-7168988856794420479?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/7168988856794420479/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=7168988856794420479' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7168988856794420479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/7168988856794420479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/03/rudee-lan-rudeness-me.html' title='Rudee Lan = Rudeness Me'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-6708958237512162607</id><published>2009-03-02T21:07:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:18:47.438+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boss Liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;At meeting with all workers.. Big event for the school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Dee: Miss,Can you handle this session on Monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss : I can't I am sorry. I have to go to Samarinda tomorrow for survey and observe some schools. I don't know whether I can't back on Monday and prepare or no.Sorry. You can ask other miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Dee: Oh Ok. I'll handle then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss M : So where is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Big Boss (aka the owner of the company) : I don't know where she goes. She said  has family occasion to attend in Samarinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss M:(sigh)Family meeting? I tought she went for school survey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Big Boss: No. She said so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Miss M thinking "She's a liar... the school survey is family meeting?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-6708958237512162607?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/6708958237512162607/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=6708958237512162607' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6708958237512162607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/6708958237512162607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-boss-liar.html' title='Big Boss Liar'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-3592898632480208699</id><published>2009-02-20T20:58:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:27:22.545+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Play List'/><title type='text'>Play List lo Bukan Untuk Ku@#!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SZ69IlvU6OI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Bc6N71KRJS0/s1600-h/SL382240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SZ69IlvU6OI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Bc6N71KRJS0/s200/SL382240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304885366356240610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertemu lagi dengan jeng Lily. Wah kangen banget ih.... sumpah. Kapan seseruan lagi sama kalian. Hiks. Lily ini Lydia, teman senasib sepenanggungan yang setia. Lagi laper berat, kita menanggung stemboat bersama. Kesepian jalan pulang, kita ngobrol bareng sepanjang jalan kenangan, soal macem macem. Teman bertanya Deutsch... walaupun kadang Frau Lili ini pelupa. Bahkan teman ketawain hal aneh.Ingat kan waktu kita sama-sama duduk di "No Limit". Kita berduaan aja di lantai atas yang sepi banget dan tiba-tiba menjatuhkan piring sama-sama. He langsung nengok lah itu pelayan. Ini mbak-mbak berdua aja ribut banget, mungkin itu yang dipikirin si pelayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin pas ketemu lagi hehe...ternyata masih tetap sama yah jeng ini. Cuma perutnya aja yang makin buncit. Duh sennagnya bentar lagi jadi ibu bayi. Seribu satu sayang... play list lo itu Li.. Tetap saja ketemu lo bawaannya dangdut ya. Kadang lagi ngobrol apa.. lo sambung-sambungin ma judul lagu dangdut. &lt;br /&gt;Lily memanggil salah satu teman narsis kita, dia panggil dengan tone ala "kang Dadang paling ganteng..." nama kang Dadang aja di ganti dengan nama-nama kita. Alah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngobrolin sesuatu bareng lo, bentar-bentar pasti keluar tuh playlist ajib. Selain itu lo juga berbakat jadi pembawa acara missing lyrics lid! Seperti bakat alami lo menyambung sebuah kata untuk dinyayiin. &lt;br /&gt;Mudah-mudahan si bayi dalam kandunganmu tidak mengingat Hamdan Att dkk. Karena playlist dangdut lo yang luar biasa itu... Waduh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi lagu memang tak akan bisa hilang dari kepala manusia. Mau cuma seiprit sedikit aja sepotong lyric lagu.. selalu menyenangkan untuk diingat. Walau kadang jadi memberatkan buat orang yang ada di sekitar.&lt;br /&gt;Seperti hari kamis Kemarin, mendadak semua orang bisa bernyanyi dangdut Lid. Karena kedatanganmu mengubah suasana gaulnya Vinchy jadi suasana dangdut lo. Kangennnn Lid.Big Hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-3592898632480208699?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/3592898632480208699/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=3592898632480208699' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3592898632480208699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3592898632480208699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/02/play-list-lo-bukan-untuk-ku.html' title='Play List lo Bukan Untuk Ku@#!'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SZ69IlvU6OI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Bc6N71KRJS0/s72-c/SL382240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-3873015595540712291</id><published>2009-01-31T20:42:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:07:08.594+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guruku'/><title type='text'>Monoton Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pelajaran jaman sekolah dulu yang paling disenangi adalah bahasa Inggris. Kenapa? Pokoknya suka aja. Speaking English bisa membuat lidah terasa canggih dan mendunia. Dan selain faktor suka dengan pelajarannya jaman sekolah dulu faktor guru jadi penting banget. Kalau gurunya gak enak di ajak seru-seruan atau terlalu saklek dengan pelajaran dan aturan .. dijamin tidak akan menarik perhatian.  Guru yang menyenangkan adalah guru yang mengerti murid-murid bisa bete juga dengan pelajaran atau trik mengajar guru yang itu-itu aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenal satu guru Bahasa Inggris yang amat kaku dan benar-benar memberikan pelajaran seperti ceramah. Monoton. Misalkan membahas puisi, ditulis di papan tulis oleh dia, dan ia akan mulai menggali kata-kata baru di dalam puisi. Cara penyampaian beliau juga bernada statis dan aksen jawa yang rada medok. Waduh.. repot untuk disukai dan diperhatikan. Suatu hari suasana monoton yang diberikan oleh si guru itu hilang. Hari itu mengubah pandangan tentang dia yang terlihat kaku dan perfek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam keheningan kelas dia yang susananya selalu ngantuk dan borred .. Berusaha menyimak kata-katanya dalam bahasa EngJava yang teratur. Saat itu duduk di bangku barisan depan kelas. Guru terhormat itu melangkah perlahan ke arah meja dan muali bertutur.  Namun setelah berapa menit kemudian diperhatikan, dalam suasana monoton itu.. Ya Allah, tak tega melihat kesalahan pak guru. Ia lupa menutup resletingnya!&lt;br /&gt;Hua.. monoton mendadak jadi humor! Cekikikan murid terdengar seru diantara meja yang dilewati sang guru. Cekikikan yang menjadikan kelas monoton lebih berwarna. Walaupun rada malu memperhatikan zipper sang guru yang terbuka. akhirnya hari itu seisi kelas bisa juga tersiram kesegaran. Walau sang guru tetap pede dengan kemonotonan-nya meskipun setelah diberitahu soal aibnya yang he he terbuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mr. Antns, tough you were so borring , thank you for teaching me English!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-3873015595540712291?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/3873015595540712291/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=3873015595540712291' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3873015595540712291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/3873015595540712291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/01/monoton-class.html' title='Monoton Class'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-5640239970008829912</id><published>2009-01-24T17:32:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:48:33.261+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salah mbak?'/><title type='text'>Salah mbak..?</title><content type='html'>Makan siang waktunya telah datang! Akhirnya. Rada gugup nih di kantor baru. Apalagi bidangnya jauh berbeda dibandingkan pekerjaan sebelumnya. Hari ini sih berkenalan-dengan orang-orang satu bagian aja. Tapi pagi hari terasa panjang. Apalagi belibet banget pekerjaan ini. Harus mengingat ratusan hal dalam satu waktu. Temen-temen baru sih kebanyakan ramah dan membantu dengan senang hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beres turun ke bawah , mkan bersama dengan teman yag bakal digantikan posisinya.&lt;br /&gt;Ngobrol tentang asal dari mana, rumah dimana, keluarga, tempat kuliah. Rupanya ngobrol semua itu hampir menghabiskan waktu makan siang. Padahal belum sholat. Waduh, segera bergegas pamit, Membereskan bekas nasi bungkus dan piring dari dapur kantor. Tanpa ba bi bu menuju toilet. Piring dan perintilannya ikut dibawa ke toilet. Lo kok gak ada tempat cuci piring nya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keluar dari toilet dengan piring dan sendok garpu di tangan, bertemu seorang teman senyam-senyum. &lt;br /&gt;"Aku bingung.. kok nggak di bawa ke dapur."&lt;br /&gt;"He he  iya." memerahlah muka ini. Gak keliatan dapurnya jadi masuk ke situ. Kirain ada bak cuci piringnya di situ." ditunjuklah toilet di pojok.&lt;br /&gt;" Ha ha gue dari tadi bingung.. kok si Lanee malah masuk ke toilet sambil bawa piring. Padahal dapurnya di mana" tawanya.&lt;br /&gt;"Untung balik lagi dengan piring keluar dari toilet" bingung mo kasih alasan apa lagi selain tetap merasa pede dengan kebodohan ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-5640239970008829912?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/5640239970008829912/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=5640239970008829912' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5640239970008829912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5640239970008829912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/01/salah-mbak.html' title='Salah mbak..?'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-5048492648178702116</id><published>2009-01-24T16:48:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:30:12.074+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Suatu hari, sepulang melihat pameran buku di Senayan. Setelah bergulat dengan lelah dan penat dalam ruangan sempit penuh sesak di jantung Istora Senayan, tiga teman Mace Lance dan Dece memutuskan makan bersama. Setelah menikmati istirahat sejenak dalam metromini dan macet mereka sampai juga di pusat perbelanjaan. Mence dan kawan-kawan memutuskan makan di Foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;Sambil mencari tempat duduk yang kkira-kira nyaman dan bebas rokok , Mace dan Lance mendengarkan cerita Dece.&lt;br /&gt;"Tuh liat pojok sana, sudut itu. ada yang aneh Lan."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh iya ya De, kumpulan itu lagi."&lt;br /&gt;Di pojokan foodcourt  duduk lah 2-3 lelaki bule dnegan tampang tua dan berbadan besar. Nyempil diantara mereka seorang wanita Indonesia berdandan menarik. Namun tidak classy apalagi fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;"Siapa sih?" Mace ikutan.&lt;br /&gt;"Itu tuh.. tempat nongkrong orang-orang asing yang kesepian." kata Dece. &lt;br /&gt;"Oh Escourt girl ya" simpul Mace.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka pun berlalu mencari lagi spot yang enak. &lt;br /&gt;"Tuh lan, ada yang berduaan juga." &lt;br /&gt;"wah iya."&lt;br /&gt;Dandanan seorang perempuan yang agak rame dan make up gak matching dan berlebihan,menggandeng seorang pria bule yang terlihat ekslusif.&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi kasihan ya.."ujar Lance&lt;br /&gt;"kenapa?" Dece bertanya.&lt;br /&gt;"Mereka yang memang menikah beda ras dan murni karena suka gitu, dan lagi jalan- jalan di sini. Jadi disamakan dengan mereka. Walaupun kalau jeli terlihat jelas mana pasangan yang benar sama yang pasangan sesaat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu Lance , Dece dan Mace menemukan tempat nongkrong oke. Ketiganya segera memesan makanan pilihan masing-masing. Tak lama datang lah jus kiwi campur pisang pesanan Dece. Namun makanan pesanannya belum datang. Sementara Lance ssudah menikmati pempek nya dan Mace sudah makan kue manisnya.&lt;br /&gt;Putar-putar di Senayan rupanya membuat Dece lapar berat. Akhirnya ia melahap juga sepotong buah kiwi yang nongkrong di gelas jus. Ia memakan garnis penghias minuman itu. Tak lama sesudah itu ia berkata, "tuh mas-mas ngeliatin gue aja"&lt;br /&gt;"suka kali sam lo De" ujar Mace&lt;br /&gt;"Suka ya mas. Bilang dong."&lt;br /&gt;"Yang mana sih. "Lance ikutan.&lt;br /&gt;"Itu yang pake baju putih," kata Dece&lt;br /&gt;"Dia nggak berani sama lo kali De." becanda Lance&lt;br /&gt;"Iya terlihat garang sih lo." Bertiga terbahak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama hampir habis makanan Dece. Lalu mas mas baju putih itu balik lagi memperhatikan dia.&lt;br /&gt;"Tuh kan ngeliatain lagi." Dece geer.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah suka beneran tuh ama lo." sambung Mace.&lt;br /&gt;"Jangan kan gue garang."&lt;br /&gt;Lagi-lagi ketiga nya tertawa. &lt;br /&gt;Lance dan Mace masih  menikmati kue, tiba-tiba&lt;br /&gt;"Aduh lan, ni bibir gue kok gatel -gatel ya?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh elo tadi makan kiwi yang di gelas jus ya? elo sih makan garnis" Lance tertawa berderai."&lt;br /&gt;"Hah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Itu kiwi yang tadi lo makan itu kan hiasan. Lo kan ga tau si masnya ngambil dari sisa kiwi yang mo di jus. Nggak dibersihin. Jangan -jangan pisaunya juga asal, bukan pisau yang sama buat bikin kiwi untuk jus."&lt;br /&gt;"Masa siih." Dece kaget.&lt;br /&gt;"Nah lo De." timpal Mace.&lt;br /&gt;"Iya lah garnis kan hiasan. bukan buat dimakan." ujar Lance.&lt;br /&gt;"aduh pantesan bibir gue gatel banget nih. dasar." Dece berusaha menghilangkan gatal.&lt;br /&gt;"Makanya kali si mas mas itu ngeliatin mulu. Tuh dia kerja di resto sebelah."&lt;br /&gt;"Hah.. Masa " Dece melirik si mas.&lt;br /&gt;"Wah ha ha. Iya tuh De. Nongkrong di situ aja dia." tambah Mace cekikikan. &lt;br /&gt;"Oh dia heran kali lihat lo , ni cewe gimana sih garnisan kok di makan."&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha ha " Dece tertawa berderai.&lt;br /&gt;"Geer banget lo kirain dia suka  ama lo. Dia baru liat tau ada orang yang makan garnis...".ujar Mace. Mace dan Lance tertawa lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Dece masih berasa gatel di bibir sambil merasa sok manis yang tidak pada tempatnya. Walaupun ia masih bertanya-tanya bernarkah garnis ga bisa di makan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-5048492648178702116?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/5048492648178702116/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=5048492648178702116' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5048492648178702116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/5048492648178702116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/01/geer.html' title='Geer'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-8524942076190912962</id><published>2009-01-10T09:47:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:02:30.712+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stori hati'/><title type='text'>Dalam rinai hujan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SWgOD1J6kaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0rcZejgM4nw/s1600-h/hujan3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SWgOD1J6kaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0rcZejgM4nw/s320/hujan3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289493221317710242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;emuanya berusaha menggapai ku. Semua berusaha mengulurkan tangannya padaku. Karena aku sedang menikmati sebuah tarian dalam hujan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ada sebuah waktu, dalam sebuah kebersamaan, ada sebuah jalinan. Terjadi karena sebuah tawa. Tawa yang lepas darinya. Dia tersenyum puas ketika aku melontarkan sebuah kata-kata. Ia terlihat lepas dari sebuah beban berat di punggungnya. Ia melirik ke arah kopinya Lalu berkata,&lt;br /&gt;“sudah sekian ribu jam aku tidak tertawa selepas ini.”&lt;br /&gt;Aku tersenyum. Masak sih? Seorang yang punya semua yang diinginkan, kedudukan, kekayaan dan keluarga? Malahan sudah lama tidak tertawa lepas. Apalagi diri fisiknya yang begitu baik di mata kebanyakan perempuan. Ah menelusup sedikit kekaguman dalam hati ini. Menerbitkan sebuah keinginan. Akankah kau bersamaku lagi?&lt;br /&gt;“Aku juga baru kali ini bisa menghibur orang. Sebelumnya mereka yang menghibur aku”&lt;br /&gt;Aku seolah berusaha menyamakan keaddaan hati yang sedang sama-sama bersedih. Namun setelah saat ini, kami dalam sebuah kebahagiaan. Bahagi yang sekian lama tertunda.&lt;br /&gt;Inikah takdir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;alu masa itu tak lagi menjadi sebuah kebetulan.&lt;br /&gt;Dalam tiap kesempatan, kami berbagi cerita. Berbagi tawa melupakan masalah-masalah. Kami saling berbagi dan menutupi kesedihan. Hanya berbagi senang serta bahagia. Ketika kami bersua, tidak boleh membicarakan kesedihan. Kesedihanku atau kesusahannya. Topik yang tabu untuk dibicarakan. Aku juga tak ingin membuka luka dalam yang masih pedih. Kenangan akan rasa kehilangan dari orang-orang terkasih. Orang-orang yang dulu kulimpahi kasih sayang. Yang kini mereka menunggu dalam tempat abadi. Aku terpisah dengan suamiku dan anakku, dalam sebuah batasan: alam dunia nyata dan takdir mereka. Perihnya masih terasa. Saat aku menitikkan air mata, melepas ruh suamiku yang kujadikan pegangan. Tak lama aku hidup sebagai ibu dari anakku. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;amun suatu ketika... Tuhan mengambil dia juga. Harta ku dan suamiku. Sayangku dan ragaku, seluruh jiwa. Luluh lantak sebuah hati yang pernah utuh karena mereka. Mereka pergi begitu saja. Air mata tak pernah berhenti. Walau berusaha melupakan, menafikkan sebuah sakit, tetap saja semua kenangan akan mereka tak bisa kueenyahkan. Rasa rindu dan cinta itu bertahun-tahun kupendam. Tak bisa kulampiaskan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;iba di satu waktu, aku bertemu dia, seorang yang mendengarkanku dan membuka hatiku. Rasa kasih sayang yang lama terkubur oleh sedih. Terima kasih ya Tuhan. Ia begitu baik. Ia begitu manis dan pengertian. Ia begitu menerimaku dalam luka ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ebuah kata mencengangkanku. Sahabat yang baru kukenal membukakan mataku. Ia hanya seorang anak kecil baru menikmati dunia kedewasaan. Namun ia mengatakan sebuah kenyataan? &lt;br /&gt;”Mbak, betapa pun berusaha, kalau mbak selalu kembali ke masa lalu tak ada gunanya. Mbak tidak sendiri. Dia orang lain juga yang sedih sepedih hati  mbak. Merasa kesepian. Tapi tidak akan membenarkan mbak ketemu dengan pria itu ketika dia sudah memiliki keluarga kan? Jangan sakiti keluarganya. Pikirkan untuk tidak menjadi istrinya yang lain.” kata anak itu dengan wajah nya yang terlihat lugu. Tapi ia menjadi dewasa saat itu. Bukan anak kemarin sore yang kutahu.&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah keinginan nyata dariku, menerima statusku sebagai orang kedua, yang benar-benar mengharapkan kasih sayang. Kau bisa menjaga diriku sendiri. Tanpa sebuah kecukupan materi. Cukup kasih sayangnya. Berbagi dalam kebahagiaan seperti biasa. Waktu yang biasa kami lewati sepanjang setahun ini. Waktu yang menggantikan sedihku bertahun-tahun. Aku rela menukarnya sebuah astatus dengan sebuah kebahagiaan dalam hari-hari panjangku nanti. Aku hanya ingin punya keluarga. Dan bersamanya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;etika suatu siang, dalam matahari yang pergi meninggalkan hari, kami menikmati sekian ribu waktu bersama kami. Rokoknya masih mengepul bersama asapku. Kami bertatapan sejurus memandang. Rasa bahagia ini perlahan akan tertepis lagi kalau kata-kata teman kecilku bersemayam. Rasa bersalah yang datang. Namun aku merasa punya hak, setelah semua kepedihan itu, aku berhak memiliki sebuah kesenangan seperti sekarang ini. Senang dalam kasihnya. Oh Tuhan.. ridhoi jalinan kami, jalinan kasih bahagia kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ari itu hujan datang sejak pagi hari. Mataku pun masih membelalak menatapi layar ponsel. Sebuah berita yang menegakkan bulu kudukku dan mematahkan dinginnya hujan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku berkata pelan saja berulang-ulang ,”tuh kan aku memang miliknya”&lt;br /&gt;Teman ku dalam bahagia akan pergi ke luar sana, negeri orang. Dan ia memintaku ikut bersamanya. Maka nanti, bahagia bersanya akan selalu terasa indah. Tanpa sebuah rasa was-was. Selalu bersamanya. Hujan membuai ku  untuk tetap dalam sofa nyamanku. Kopi sudah terteguk setelah dua kali menyeduh. Meratapi nasib baik. Pergi menemaninya, untuk berbahagia bersamanya. Indah sekali. Sebua keinginan yang direstui takdir. Namun seketika aku mendpatkan telepon lain. Sebuak kabar lain yang taka kalah pelak mengejutkan . Kabar itu menghentikan bahagiaku selamanya. Kepedihan mulai merundungi aku lagi. Air mataku harus tertumpah lagi. Kenyataan memberikan aku sebuah kepahitan yang amat dalam , lagi... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ari hujan itu aku berbahagia, aku bisa menangis tanpa seorang pun tahu aku sednag menangis. Aku menerobos hari hujan meninggalkan anganku bersama lelaki hatiku, menemui ibunda yang terbaring kaku dalam tempat tidur reot UGD. Aku mencoba menari dalam hujan bersama bahagia-sedihku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-8524942076190912962?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/8524942076190912962/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=8524942076190912962' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8524942076190912962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/8524942076190912962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2009/01/dalam-rinai-hujan.html' title='Dalam rinai hujan'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5UhuxzwD0Q/SWgOD1J6kaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0rcZejgM4nw/s72-c/hujan3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-915062844183054741</id><published>2006-12-20T14:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T14:47:08.725+07:00</updated><title type='text'>TTM ala Lanee</title><content type='html'>Hei mau tahu teman2 teman yang bikin bete bin pusing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkah 1 : Aktifkan GPRS dalam mobile phone mu termasuk MMS settingnya.kalo gak tau   cek aja ke Glodok or customer service kartu yg kamu gunakan or HP yg kamu gunakan &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkah 2 : ketik ZMB 65900020 kirim ke 6768.Biaya Rp 5000,-.Plus tarif GPRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkah 3 : Nikmati serunya cari tau teman yang menyakitkan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkah 4 : info lebih lanjut liat di http://jonru.multiply.com/tag/mobinovel_plcom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-915062844183054741?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/915062844183054741/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=915062844183054741' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/915062844183054741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/915062844183054741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2006/12/ttm-ala-lanee.html' title='TTM ala Lanee'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-7881259134914056285</id><published>2006-12-09T08:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T10:33:34.440+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haruskah Muda-Mudi Jepang Tetap Sendiri?</title><content type='html'>Dalam setiap musim di Jepang memiliki karakteristik masing-masing yang unik. Alam akan menyesuaikan diri  terhadap perubahan musim. Walau dari musim ke musim terdapat berbagai kesulitan yang dihadapi, namun alam tetap menunjukkan  proses adaptasinya dengan penampakan yang indah. Seperti daun yang menguning berguguran dalam musim gugur. Bahkan keindahan pun nampak kala salju yang turun di musim dingin, pepohonan cemara yang tumbuh kokoh kuat menghadapi angin yang amat tak bersahabat kala musim itu tiba. Begitu pula dengan orang – orang yang hidup dalam negeri empat musim. Mereka gigih tidak pantang menyerah, dan tahu bagaimana cara menghadapi kesulitan &lt;br /&gt;yang ditemui di setiap pergantian musim. Bagi pembuat Haiku musim pun menjadi inspirasi terbesar. Seperti halnya dengan romantisme yang terekam dalam novel-novel karya para penulis. Latar musim adalah latar yang banyak diangkat dalam karya seni sekalipun karya seni itu bertemakan kisah cinta.&lt;br /&gt;Adalah ‘Love Generation’, kisah drama Jepang yang populer di tahun 80an menceritakan hubungan antara muda-mudi Jepang.  Suatu episode dalam drama itu mengambil latar musim salju yang indah. Dalam episode itu tergambar  Riko menunggu kekasihnya di bawah billboard, di desa tempat Riko tinggal seiring saat salju turun. Namun Teppei tak kunjung datang. Walau kisah cinta keduanya berakhir dengan perkawinan. Sayangnya kisah dalam dorama tersebut tak banyak diikuti oleh generasi lajang Jepang saat ini. Tak ada lagi generasi yang muncul mengharapkan sebuah hubungan percintaan romantis. Apalagi berakhir dengan perkawinan bahagia. Padahal keluarga tradisional Jepang pada tahun 1940an  dan 1950an merupakan keluarga besar. Seluruh keluarga tinggal dirumah bersama dalam satu kamar dengan saudara perempuan atau saudara laki-laki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jepang yang merupakan salah satu negara makmur di Asia ternyata memiliki masalah cukup serius. Negeri ini mengalami defisit pada jumlah generasi dini usia.  Padahal generasi muda tersebut kelak akan menjadi penerus budaya dan kemajuan peradaban serta ekonomi suatu negara. Hal ini ditunjukkan oleh minimnya jumlah penduduk usia muda serta berkurangnya angka berkeluarga secara drastis. Bahkan pasangan menikah pun juga menghindari untuk memiliki anak. Sedang para lajang yang berusia ideal untuk menikah, tetap tidak menikah. Sekian lama masalah ini menghantui masyarakat Jepang, tapi tidak ada solusi yang bisa memotivasi para lajang atau pasangan di Jepang untuk memiliki keturunan. Sepertinya masyarakat lajang di Jepang tidak lagi menjadikan kehidupan untuk berkeluarga sebagai menjadi tujuan hidup utama. &lt;br /&gt;Setelah menelusuri melalui informasi di internet dan bertanya pada seorang teman Jepang, diketahui beberapa alasan utama lajang-lajang Jepang menghindari perkawinan. Hal yang mungkin sekali menjadi penyebab utama para lajang Jepang menghindari sebuah lembaga pernikahan adalah adanya kerumitan yang akan terjadi dalam sebuah pernikahan. Para lajang pria dan wanita di Jepang tidak mau menghadapi berbagai masalah keluarga yang ada dalam perkawinan. Mereka lebih memilih gaya hidup yang simpel dibandingkan dengan gaya hidup yang rumit yang akan ada dalam perkawinan. Seperti yang diungkapkan Paul Wiseman dalam   artikelnya ‘No sex please, We’re Japanese’ untuk USA Today  pada tahun 2004. Wiseman juga menemukan makin banyak wanita dan pria di Jepang yang berpendapat bahwa hubungan antar pria dan wanita adalah hubungan yang terlalu rumit, selalu penuh masalah, melelahkan dan berpotensi menimbulkan masalah yang memalukan. &lt;br /&gt;Alasan kedua para lajang berumur tetap memilih melajang adalah kemakmuran dalam keuangan. Menurut teman Jepang saya yang masih melajang, ia dan para lajang lain tidak ingin tetap sendiri menghabisi hidup mereka. Mereka ingin menikah namun mereka khawatir tidak dapat memberikan  kehidupan yang layak untuk anak-anak mereka, termasuk masalah pendidikan. Biaya pendidikan yang makin tinggi tiap tahun menghentikan langkah mereka untuk membangun keuarga. Selain itu mereka merasa sudah cukup sulit keadaan ekonomi sebagai lajang apalagi masih harus memikirkan ekonomi dalam sebuah keluarga.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.tojapan.co.kr/culture/tv/pro/Aishiteiru/zStory01_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://image.tojapan.co.kr/culture/tv/pro/Aishiteiru/zStory01_01.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;image copied from image.tojapan.co.kr/culture/tv/pro/Aishiteiru/zStory01_01.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Masalah lain yang membuat para lajang, terutama wanita lajang urung menikah adalah karena steriotip suami-suami Jepang yang kurang memperhatikan hak istrinya. Banyak wanita Jepang memilih melajang karena mereka lelah dengan kecenderungan pria Jepang untuk selalu dilayani. Seorang istri dalam keluarga Jepang harus memasak dan menjaga anak-anak. Sang suami harus  bekerja. Tidak ada ruang untuk suami atau istri bertukar tempat. Istri harus di rumah dan suami bekerja. Sekembali dari bekerja suami ingin selalu dilayani. Simak pendapat Yoko Haruka seorang penulis buku “Kekkon Shimasen” yang tak jadi menikah karena tunangannya menginginkan ia melupakan karirnya sebagai bintang televisi dan tetap tinggal di rumah.. Ia berpendapat bahwa pria Jepang kadang-kadang melamar wanita dengan kalimat : “aku mau kamu memasakkan sup miso untukku sepanjang hidupku.” Tentu saja hal ini tidak membuat wanita muda Jepang yang berpendidikan tinggi dan banyak bepergian ke luar negeri terkesan terhadap para pria seperti itu. Haruka pun berpikir tak mungkin pria Jepang akan berubah. Ia melihat dalam gaya pernikahan dan percintaan ala Jepang akhir-akhir ini, seorang istri akan dinilai jelek jika suaminya berselingkuh. Bahkan anak yang nakal dianggap kesalahan seorang ibu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.izu-station.com/sub/event/02-koibito.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.izu-station.com/sub/event/02-koibito.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;image copied from http://www.izu-station.com/sub/event/02-koibito.gif&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Hubungan yang kian sulit dilaksanakan antar pria dan wanita Jepang membuat terputusnya koneksi antar kedua jenis manusia ini. Lajang perempuan bahkan lebih memilih untuk menghabiskan waktu bersama teman-teman perempuannya. Sedangkan para pria asyik bergaul dengan wanita cyber di internet atau pramusaji di bar hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Akhirnya Jepang dihadapkan pada masalah-masalah yang serius. Pertama negeri ini akan terancam kehilangan generasi penerus. Selama sekian puluh tahun Jepang berhasil membangun negerinya hingga menjadi negeri dengan teknologi yang up to date bahkan tercanggih di seluruh dunia, namun siapa yang kelak akan menikmati hasil pembangunan itu, kalau bukan untuk generasi mendatang. Siapa pula yang akan menikmati kebudayaan Jepang yang indah serta menjaganya tetap lestari kelak. &lt;br /&gt;Masalah utama lainnya adalah kemunculan lajang parasit. Istilah ini dimunculkan oleh profesor Sosiologi Masahiro Yamada dari universitas Gakugei Tokyo. Ia mengambil istilah ini dari sebuah film tentang muda-mudi Jepang yang tinggal diam di rumah, ‘Parasite Eve’. Lajang parasit adalah sebutan bagi para lajang yang tinggal menumpang di rumah orang tua mereka. Kebanyakan lajang parasit ini adalah wanita, mereka bebas tak membayar uang sewa rumah dan menggunakan uang yang tersisa itu untuk membelikan barang-barang buatan desainer, makan malam mahal serta melancong keluar negeri. Suatu saat jika sang orang tua meninggal, anak perempuan akan mendapatkan rumah warisan. Namun tetap saja warisan itu tak bisa membayar biaya hidup mereka yang sudah terbiasa dengan gaya hidup konsumtif, namun pekerjaan mereka biasa saja. Masalah muncul ketika jumlah lajang parasit yang banyak menimbulkan masalah keuangan negara yang besar. Saat ini di Jepang ada empat orang pekerja yang memberikan kontribusi pada satu orang pensiunan. Namun di akhir abad kelak hanya akan ada dua orang bekerja yang bisa memberikan kontribusi untuk satu orang pensiunan.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lalu akan muncul juga masalah sumber daya manusia. Bagaimanapun usaha Jepang berusaha mengurangi sumber daya manusia dengan pengganti SDM berupa mesin atau robot, ada beberapa sektor yang tak bisa digantikan dengan mesin. Semisal perhotelan, perdagangan, dan jenis lain yang mengandalkan manusia sebagai pekerja utama. Sebuah mesin pun masih tetap harus dikendalikan oleh supervisornya yang nota bene haruslah seorang manusia. Bagaimana dapat diatasi kebutuhan sumber daya manusia pada bidang-bidang tadi? Selain itu kekurangan sumber daya manusia dari orang Jepang sendiri  kelak akan membuat masalah baru. Seperti yang terjadi di Emirat Arab saat ini. Emirat Arab saat ini mengalami ketidaksimbangan jumlah penduduk asli dengan imigran asing. 75 % dari warga Emirat Arab adalah imigran asal India. Sementara penduduk lokal asli hanyalah 10%. Saat ini warga imigran asal India benar-benar menguasai SDM berbagai sektor di Emirat Arab. Akibatnya pemerintah terpaksa memperketat peraturan untuk warga asing menjadi penduduk Emirat Arab. Jepang mungkin akan mengalami hal ini jika terus menerus kekurangan penduduk. Tercatat pada artikel Paul Wiseman tahun 2004, pasangan Jepang yang memiliki bayi lebih rendah jumlahnya  daripada jumlah minimum bayi yang harusnya dicapai, namun karena adanya faktor kematian  jumlah itu menjadi berkurang. Selain itu masyarakat menua yang dihadapi Jepang akan terus terjadi. Para manula tetap tidak berperan bisa aktif bagi pembangunan untuk masa depan dan mungkin akan terjadi kelambatan kemajuan dalam negara jika masyarakat menua ini terus terjadi.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Para muda-mudi harus mulai membuka mata mereka dan pikiran mereka tentang perkawinan. Sebuah perkawinan adalah panggilan alam untuk tetap meneruskan proses regenerasi di muka bumi. Mahluk hidup dalam sebuah populasi akan punah jika tak terjadi regenerasi dalam hidupnya. Masalah populasi di negara Jepang tampak tak terlalu populer, namun lambat laun, kekurangan generasi penerus kelak bisa membahayakan eksistensi sebuah negara. Padahal sebuah negara  terbentuk tidak begitu saja. Pengukir sejarah adalah generasi dulu dan sudah seharusnya akan diteruskan oleh generasi masa depan. Pandangan kaum muda mengenai perkawinan harus diluruskan. Bukan sekedar bersenang-senang dalam masalah percintaan, namun untuk meneruskan kehidupan. Kesulitan yang akan dihadapi dalam perkawinan akan terbayar oleh kebahagiaan yang tak dapat dibeli diseluruh bagian dunia manapun. Sudah menjadi proses alam wanita dan pria bersama dalam satu ikatan untuk melanjutkan nilai-nilai kepada keturunanya.&lt;br /&gt; Perubahan gaya hidup berkeluarga pun harus dimunculkan. Tradisi lama bahwa seorang wanita harus diam di rumah dan melayani dengan baik suatu hal yang lumrah. Namun tak lagi seusai dengan zaman sekarang yang menyetarakan kemampuan pria dan wanita. Idealnya suami dan istri sebagai sebuah tim  dalam keluarga. Anak adalah buah perkawinan ibu dan ayahnya, maka urusan mendidik adalah tanggung jawab keduanya. Ayah akan berperan ganda, sebagai suami untuk mencari nafkah dalam menghidupi anak istri dan juga sebagai kepala rumah tangga yang mendidik anak dan istrinya. Sedangkan ibu berperan mengatur rumah tangga juga mendidik anaknya. Tapi tak bisa potensi sang ibu diabaikan jika ia memiliki sebuah karir, selama ia tidak melupakan kewajiban sebagai istri dan ibu dan mampu menjaga keutuhan keluarga. Maka tanggung jawab mendidik haruslah dilakukan oleh sebuah pasangan. Tidak saja menjadi tanggung jawab seorang istri. Hal ini kelak bisa memudahkan istri atau suami jika suatu saat pasangan mereka meninggal dunia. Mereka akan mampu menjalani hidup sebagai single parent karena terbiasa membantu peranan pasangannya.&lt;br /&gt; Pandangan masyarakat Jepang sepertinya harus berubah mengenai hidup. Semua kerja keras yang dilakukan setiap hari jika hanya dinikmati sendiri rasanya hampa. Hidup sendiri selamanya pun tak jua memberikan kebahagiaan abadi. Karena sebagai manusia kita berpotensi sebagai mahluk sosial yang harus melanjutkan generasi berikutnya dan sudah secara natural untuk hidup berkeluarga. Pemerintah juga harus membantu memotivasi kaum muda yang tetap sendiri ini memperbaiki taraf kehidupannya. Agar semua kesejahteraan Jepang mampu dinikmati juga oleh mereka. Sehingga tak ada lagi ketakutan untuk memiliki sebuah keluarga. &lt;br /&gt; Dalam sebuah blog teman saya menulis tentang taman sederhana di Tokyo, tampak anak-anak bermain dengan ceria, dari kejauhan orang tua mengamati keberadaan mereka. Itulah salah satu kebahagiaan sebagai manusia seutuhnya. Memiliki keluarga berarti tak sendiri kala susah dan sedih, tak terasing di sebuah hidup yang monoton.Hidup adalah keindahan  jika kelak dihiasi kisah cinta antara muda-mudi yang yakin menjalani hidup keluarga bahagia. Dalam musim apapun yang akan menerpa Jepang, nantinya kelak ada pemikiran baru dan gaya hidup baru yang bisa mewarnai sejarah Jepang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibliografi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Wiseman, www.usatoday.com, ‘No Sex Please, Were Japanese’, (Usa Today, 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn Tolbert, Washington Post.com, ‘Japan's New Material Girls- 'Parasite Singles' &lt;br /&gt;Put Off Marriage for Good Life’, (Washington Post, 2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulisan ini dikirimkan ke Japan Foundation Essay Competition 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
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Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-115840795649305824</id><published>2006-09-16T18:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:11:51.006+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidup yang Berbeda</title><content type='html'>Kondektur memaksa setiap orang yang melewati bis. Kaki Rahma bergoyang gelisah, naik turun sambil matanya memperhatikan setiap penumpang yang naik bis. Kebanyakan orang  dengan tampang letih berjalan ke dalam bis. Mudah-mudahan hari ini banyak yang kasih, pikir Rahma. Ia mengamati isi bis yang mulai padat. Bis pun membelok ke kanan, masih maju-mundur, kondektur juga makin bersemangat menawarkan tujuan bis. Kaki Rahma menegak dan ia bersiap. Ia mencolek Dita disamping. Masih saja gadis berambut sebahu itu dengan jaket jeans warna biru lusuh yang dipakainya, asyik ngobrol dengan seroang supir. Bis bergerak terus ke kanan, lalu meninggalkan tepian trotoar.&lt;br /&gt;“Ayo Dita!” teriak Rahma sembari berlari. Dita melambai mesra pada sopir teman satu kampungnya. Lalu Dita mengejar Rahma yang sudah ada di dalam bis. Kedua gadis itu siap manggung malam ini.&lt;br /&gt;Terminal Baranang Siang, masih tampak ramai dengan semua manusia yang memenuhinya. Masih ada orang –orang  yang makan dekat pelataran pintu masuk terminal. Masih ada  juga manusia yang berhamburan keluar dari bis di seberang jalan, semua orang itu berlomba menaiki angkot . Dekat pos polisi, di sisi kanan pintu gerbang terminal,  dua gadis belasan selesai menikmati semangkuk soto. Ditambah segelas teh botol seperti dalam iklan. Tak lama mereka sedang menghitung hasil bernyanyi tadi. Mereka terlihat senang dengan pundi-pundi receh itu. Suara receh yang bergemericing diselingi uang-uang kertas yang makin lama bertumpuk, makin banyak di atas meja. Rasa lapar yang terbayar oleh semangkuk soto dan kaki –kaki letih yang tergolek sanatai di atasa trotoar, kenikmatan luar biasa bagi keduanya. &lt;br /&gt;“Andai ya ma, setiap hari begini banyak, terus kita ga perlu puasa malam-malam”&lt;br /&gt;“Iya, ini juga lumayan kan? Jarang kita bisa makan soto daging pake teh botol.”&lt;br /&gt;“Bener. Kalo gitu nanti kita ngamen Senin malam aja.”&lt;br /&gt;“Betul. Kita bisa bolak-balik terus dengan bisa yang sama, asal kenal dikit deh sama abang kiper.” Keduanya tertawa. Mereka menyebut diri dengan bola dan kondektur bis adalah kiper. Karena kadang-kadang mereka bisa gol naik bis yang sama berulang kali dalam satu hari, tapi bisa juga mereka ditangkap lalu ditendang keluar jika bertemu kiper yang sama pada bis yang sama. Bisa ditangkap atau tidak, tergantung dengan kedekatan pada kiper.&lt;br /&gt;Dita dan Rahma melangkahkan kakinya menuju bis Jakarta. Namun ditatap Rahma  dengan penuh hasrat oleh seseorang. Rahma memang terlihat lebih cantik. Wajahnya penuh lekuk cantik  tapi terlihat dewasa  dengan potongan rambut ikal bak model. Tubuh Rahma pun sintal walau ia berusia lima belas tahunan. Pria itu menyergap Rahma sambil memegangi bahu Rahma, ia berbasa-basi bertanya ke mana Rahma akan pulang. Awalnya senyum Rahma lepas pada pria itu. Namun setelah ia mencengkram erat bahu Rahma dan tangan lainnya menjelajahi ke tubuh Rahma, Rahma segera memberontak. Dipukul pria itu oleh Rahma dengan menggunakan krecekan pengiring Rahma dan Dita bernyanyi. Ditarik lengan Dita dan mereka berdua segera berlari bersama malam , menyusul bis yang melaju ke jalan tol. Keseharian mereka ditutup oleh malam penuh petualangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai terdengar suara-suara gelak tawa dan tepuk tangan. Rahma yang baru selesai mencuci sprei anak-anak sanggar, melirikkan bola-bola matanya ke dalam ruang tengah. Adik-adiknya sesama pekerja jalanan asyik mendengarkan dongeng kakak mahasiswi.  Rahma sebenarnya sangat ingin menyimak semua cerita-cerita si kakak mahasiswi itu, namun jika lalai menunaikan tugas bersih-bersih ini, pasti ia akan dapat peringatan dari bang Izul. Peringatan bang Izul atas kelalaian itu adalah membaca di perpus sanggar. Dulu Rahma sering kena peringatan itu, karena lalai tidak membereskan jemuran. Sejak itulah  Rahma lebih memilih mencuci dan menjemur daripada harus baca.&lt;br /&gt;Rahma menata cepat jemuran kering ke atas meja. Ia menumpukkannya di atas keranjang lalu menyimpan keranjang itu di bawah lemari. Ia segera berlari ke arah sanggar. Ia mencari Dita, ingin mengajak sahabatnya itu makan siang. Tiba-tiba Rahma menepuk dahinya. Ia lupa membawa uang untuk makan hasil kerja semalam. &lt;br /&gt;Rahma membuka loker . Dicarinya sebuah kotak susu berlapis kertas kado. Rahma makin cepat membongkar loker. Laparnya sudah tak tertahan. Ternyata telur rebus yang jadi sarapan tadi pagi tidak mengenyangkan perut karungnya. Rahma berhasil menemukan kotak uang itu. Dikeluarkannya cepat uang-uang itu.&lt;br /&gt;“Hah? Cuma dua puluh lima  ribu tiga ratus?” Rahma berang. Diulangi lagi hitungannya. Ia tetap mendapatkan jumlah yang sama, hanya kelebihan dua ratus rupiah.&lt;br /&gt;“Dua puluh lima ribu lima ratus rupiah saja.” Rahma bersandar ke loker. Bagaimana bisa jumlah uang yang semalam delapan puluh ribu  berubah jadi dua puluh lima ribu? Pikir Rahma berusaha tenang. Rahma memperhatikan gantungan bola di loker. Hanya ada satu tersangka atas hilangnya uang ini. Apalagi orang itulah yang terakhir bersama uang ini semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angin tak berhembus. Hangat panas cuaca sekitar Cawang. Rahma menerobos setiap orang yang menghalangi jalan kesetanan Rahma. Dari jauh tampak tersangka Rahma asyik berbincang dengan supir yang sama tadi malam.&lt;br /&gt;“Woi sini lo!” Rahma berteriak. Tiba-tiba saja semua mata menatap gadis itu.&lt;br /&gt;“Apa sih?” Dita tak kalah gerah dengan sikap Rahma.&lt;br /&gt;“Mana separo lebih duit di loker?” Rahma melabrak Dita.Teman kerjanya selama ini.&lt;br /&gt;“Mana gue tau Ma?” Dita mengelak melas sekali. Rahma mengeluarkan lagi pelurunya. Argumen bahwa Duta yang terkahir dengan uang itu. Dita masih saja tak peduli. Ia memang menyimpan uang itu semalam tapi ia menolak tuduhan Rahma mengambilnya. Rahma memegangi tubuh Dita. Setiap sisi badan Dita diperiksanya. Tamparan Dita mendarat di pipi Rahma. Tidak terlalu keras, namun Dita senang karena pukulan di pipi itu membuat keberangan Rahma terhenti.  Rahama jadi terdiam. Tak menyangka Dita bisa menamparnya.&lt;br /&gt;“Jangan kurang ajar loh!” Dita menulut lagi ribut.&lt;br /&gt;“Elo tuh yang nyolong.” Rahma makin jadi. Kini keduanya mentargetkan pada fisik masing-masing lawan. Supir kenalan Dita berusaha melerai kucing  yang tengah cakar-cakaran itu.&lt;br /&gt; Jarum jam bergerak terus ke kanan. Susul menyusul antara jarum menit dan jarum betik. Rahma terus memandangi sebentuk jam pada pergelangan bang Izul. Walau begitu dalam hatinya terluka. Mengapa Dita di depan supir itu berlagak tak bersalah. Sedangkan di depan bang Izul, bos anak-anak sanggar, Dita habis-habisan minta maaf pada bang Izul. Ia bahkan mengaku mencuri sebagian uang hasil kerja bersama Rahma. Padahal Dita adalah teman baik Rahma sejak mereka bertemu di sanggar. Kenapa muka Dita terbelah dua, pikir Rahma. Muka Dita ada yang jahat pembohong dan ada juga yang lugu tampak pasrah, Rahma gelisah menunggu kepastian tentang yang mana muka Dita. Namun ia makin takut lagi Dita tak pulang lagi ke sanggar.&lt;br /&gt;Bang Izul bergerak ke pintu depan. Ia menyadarkan Rahma yang terbengong-bengong. Rahma menepuk dahinya.&lt;br /&gt;“ Bang, kali Dita ada di UKI?”&lt;br /&gt;“Kita tunggu besok aja ya ma, bisa aja Dita ke rumah pamannya. Berbahaya jam dua belas di UKI.” Saran bang Izul.&lt;br /&gt;“Ma. Jangan pergi kemana-mana. Terlalu malam buat lo pergi kesana. Kita kasih Dita waktu.”&lt;br /&gt;Jam 12 malam kemarin Rahma masih bersama Dita, kenang Rahma. &lt;br /&gt;“Iya deh bang. Ma juga capek. Mudah-mudahan Dita tidur nyenyak tanpa gelisah kayak gue.” sesal Rahma, Dita yang salah tapi ia yang merasa gelisah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahma mennyisir rambut dengan kedua tangannya. Ia tersenyum tipis melihat rambut Rahma yang juga makin tipis. Setiap hari ia kehilangan banyak rambut, gara-gara sahabatnya tak kunjung pulang. Sudah seminggu lebih Dita tak menemui sanggar. Pintu kamar terketuk oleh bang Izul. Ia berkacak pingngang di depan Rahma lalu meminta Rahma membaca artikel sebuah koran yang disodorkan Bang Izul.&lt;br /&gt; “Bang! Mirip sama Dita ciri-cirinya!’ Rahma terduduk lemas  di atas dipan.&lt;br /&gt; “Ayo, kita cek ke RSCM sekarang.” Ajak bang Izul. Hati Rahma tak karuan. Kok berita tentang Dita yang ada seperti ini. Rahma terus berharap, moga-moga  wanita tak bernyawa yang diceritakan artikel koran itu bukan Dita.&lt;br /&gt; Bibir Rahma tergigit.  Ia memutar-mutar terus rambut pendeknya. Rahma masih lemas melihat mayat perempuan tadi. Penuh luka dan kata bang Izul perempuan itu juga diperkosa. Rahma merinding. Aduh Tuhan, Dita kembali harus kembali, tapi jangan dalam kondisi seperti itu, harap Rahma. Rahma ingin ia bisa bernyanyi mencari uang lagi dengan Dita. Berbagi cerita setiap pagi hari dengan Dita dan bercengkrama mengagumi bang Izul di tiap sore. Ah Dita…., pikir Rahma sembari menggelindingkan air matanya. Bang Izul menepuk-nepuk pundak Rahma sambil meminta info lagi pada petugas. Sekali lagi diyakini bukan Dita. Bang Izul dan Rahma pamit seraya meninggalkan nomor telepon kalau-kalau Dita tergolek di sini. Tapi mereka tak berharap hal itu terjadi. Tidak sam sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari berganti hingga lepas satu tahun enam bulan waktu saat ini. Rahma asyik mengganti kalendar dihadapannya. Besok ia gajian. Selepas malam ini ia akan menemui bang Izul di kota. Mereka akan membahas keperluan sanggar di rumah bu Artika, penyumbang baru di sanggar. Rahma segera membereskan barang-barangnya dari meja. Ia terus memperhatikan dari jendela, stasiun yang mulai ramai di pelosok sana. &lt;br /&gt;Rahma menanti dengan senang kereta yang akan datang di jalur tiga. Alhamdulillah hari ini ia bisa naik ekspress, karena bos memberi tips atas jasa Rahma mengantarkan bos ke bank tadi siang. Rahma beranjak dari tempt duduk tunggu. Namun sekilas bayang Dita menggangunya. Wanita yang baru turun dari kereta ekonomi itu Dita! Pikir Rahma. Rahma berlari ke arah wanita berbaju biru dengan jeans ketat.&lt;br /&gt;“Dita!” panggil Rahma. Yang diteriki menoleh cepat, wanita itu terdiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya Dita menceritakan hidup setahun lalunya dengan tawa dan sedikit pamer  aneka aksesoris atau handphone. Rahma turut senang. Walapun sebenarnya ia iri dengan keadaan Dita sekarang. Namun ternyata di warung donat Amerika ini, diantara ceita Dita tentang kebahagiaan, Dita akhirnya membulirkan air mata.&lt;br /&gt;“Aku jahat ya ma. Berbohong padamu. Lalu gak pulang ke sanggar.”&lt;br /&gt;“Sudah deh, aku sudah lupa. Uang itu membuat kita jauh.” Ujar Rahma sambil mencoba menenangkan Dita.&lt;br /&gt;“Baguslah ma, kau tetap pada jalan baik bersama sanggar dan bang Izul.  Semua ini ma, kudapat dari hasil yang buruk.”&lt;br /&gt;  “Maksudmu?” Rahma bingung. Maka cerita Dita mulai mengalir lagi. Rahma hanya terbengong-bengong. Sejak kabur Dita pergi bersama uang curian dengan bang sopir itu dengan tujuan untuk menikah. Mereka memang menikah tapi  malang, ia dipaksa bekerja di luar negeri oleh supir itu sebulan setelah mereka menikah. Maka dimulailah petualangan Dita diluar negeri, bersamaan dengan dimulainya petualangan menjadi pelayan nafsu. Buliran air mata membasahi baju Dita yang terbuat dari kain sutra. Rahma tak bisa membenci Dita lagi. Sejak Dita hilang, ia hanya ingin Dita kembali dalam keadaan sehat. Itu jadi kenyataan, namun Dita ternyata memiliki semua cerita pahit. Padahal kami berdua baru akan menginjak tujuh belasan tahun, pikir Rahma tatkala memeluk erat Dita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-115840795649305824?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/115840795649305824/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=115840795649305824' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/115840795649305824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/115840795649305824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2006/09/hidup-yang-berbeda.html' title='Hidup yang Berbeda'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-115545254462752228</id><published>2006-08-13T14:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T14:06:48.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kala Lebaran Menjelang</title><content type='html'>Diantara langit yang menghitam, saat yang dinanti oleh seorang ibu tiba. Ia, wanita tak bersuami yang harus berjuang untuk hidup dan menghidupi, bergegas  membereskan perlengkapan perangnya di tengah hujan deras. Siapa yang suka berjualan saat hujan melanda. Kalau Ibu tidak bertempur dengan hujan, tak ada anak-anaknya yang bisa makan enak.&lt;br /&gt;“Angga…” panggil Ibu dari dalam  kamar  tak berjendela. Tergopoh-gopoh seorang anak lelaki usia tiga belasan mendatangi sang Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;“Kenapa bu?” Angga berdiri diambang pintu yang terbuat dari kain.&lt;br /&gt;“Antarkan kain bu  Winarno. Terus jangan lupa sholat sebelum tidur . Bilang sama Ima, jangan lupa buatkan Ibu teh hangat dan air mandi nanti.”&lt;br /&gt;“Siap. Yuk berangkat” ajak Angga. Sang Ibu menolak. Tenaga Angga lebih baik buat yang lain, kata sang wanita perkasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah seharian kota ini diguyur hujan. Memang julukan kota ini sesuai dengan kondisi alamnya. Dua hari belakangan tak ada matahari yang mangkal seharian di langit.   Benda itu hanya muncul saat pagi. Itu pun beberapa jam saja. Sisa waktu hari ditutupi awan mendung kelabu. Seperti hari ini. Jadi Ibu tetap saja menawarkan mangga lima ribuannya kepada pejalan kaki di Jembatan Merah.&lt;br /&gt;“Lima ribuan bu udah pas.” Ibu menyetop tawaran seorang wanita berbaju pegawai pemerintah.&lt;br /&gt;“Aduh, gak deh. Yuk mas.” sang wanita segera berlalu dengan pasanganya. Ibu hanya menggerutu. Kalau tak salah lihat, tadi banyak gelang emas menghiasi tangannya, pikir Ibu. Kok beli mangga lima ribu aja susah? Wanita tua ini menepis keheranannya. Segera berusaha menawarkan mangga pada satu pejalan kaki yang lewat dihadapan.&lt;br /&gt;“Mangganya mbak? Teh? Cuma lima ribuan lho.” Tegur ibu. Si mbak yang tadinya jalan terburu-buru menghentikan langkahnya. Ia mulai menghampiri Ibu. Wajahnya menatap Ibu, sedikit berkerut alis tebalnya. Tapi sesaat kemudian senyumnya pun mengembang lalu menghampiri Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;“Lima ribu?  Saya mau dua kilo deh.” Tanpa ba- bi -bu Ibu mencarikan mangga terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;“Neng jangan yang itu. Itu kematangan liat?” Ibu mengambil mangga dari sisi lain. Tak semenit sampai gadis itu sudah menyerahkan selembar sepuluh ribuan. Ia tersenyum hangat meninggalkan ibu.&lt;br /&gt;“Oalah… mudah-mudahan berkah dari si teteh.”&lt;br /&gt;Ibu terus memandangi gadis anti tawar-menawar  dari kejauhan. Semangat itu segera muncul. Lebih banyak Ibu menjajakan dengan ramah , maka mangga-mangga terbaiknya akan segera dibawa pejalan kaki. Betul, yakin Ibu dalam hati. Walau cuaca yang tak bersahabat, Ibu akan terus  menawarkan mangga. Hingga sang putra menjemputnya pukul setengah sebelasan nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ima mengoleskan lagi balsam warna kuning ke punggung Ibu. Ia memijit bagian-bagian punggung Ibu yang dirasa pegal.&lt;br /&gt;“Udahlah bu. Daripada sakit gak usah dulu ke jembatan.” Ima mencoba merayu.&lt;br /&gt;“Apa? Ntar kamu gak bisa makan daging kambing tau? Ayam aja gak kebeli.” Ibu setengah sewot.&lt;br /&gt;“Ya ampun bu. Lebaran kan gak butuh-butuh amat daging kambing, sapi atau ayam. Yang penting juga sholatnya.” Ima berargumen. Ima menambahkan lagi olesan balsam ke punggung tipis Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;“La, ntar uwakmu mo bilang apa. Mereka ke sini, cuma mo makan daging orang kota. Jauh-jauh pada datang dari kampung kok di kasih sayur.” Ibu menirukan ocehan kakaknya. &lt;br /&gt;”Terus dapet duit dari mana? Beli daging ayam aja gak mampu.” tegas Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;“Ya ampun bu, biar deh kata mereka. Mereka kan gak liat kita banting tulang. Mereka sebel aja kita bisa hidup di sini.”&lt;br /&gt;“Bener ya.” Ibu mulai bingung. Ia membalik badannya.&lt;br /&gt;“Cukup Nduk. Ibu kebelet nih.” Ibu berlari keluar kamar. Otak Ima yang sendiri  mulai bingung. Aku bisa kerja apa ya untuk bantu Ibu? Memang uwaknya cerewet, tapi kalau Ibu selalu pulang tengah malam demi menyenangkan hati orang, aku tak rela. Seandainya Ibu sakit karena itu, nanti kami juga yang repot. Ima tak tega liat Ibu selalu pulang malam padahal ia asyik kuliah dengan uang Ibu. Ima mulai mencari jalan   menuju sedikit  kemakmuran dalam. Entah bentuknya apa, Ima berpikir keras. Walaupun ia tahu Ibu pasti marah kalau ia bekerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air minum teh hangat, lap kecil, koyo tiga strip, balsam, payung dan topi lusuh. Ibu sudah siap lagi  dengan alat-alatnya.&lt;br /&gt;“Angga…” panggil Ibu. Angga yang syahdu membaca Al-Quran di kamar lain menemui sang bunda.&lt;br /&gt;“Aku tahu Bu. Semua sudah siap. Yuk.” Kali ini Angga yang memaksa membawa semua peralatan tempur Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;“Gak usah , Angga.” Ibu mencoba menurunkan tas hitam yang tak kelam itu. Tas penuh sobekan kecil itu tetap dibawa Angga.&lt;br /&gt; “Siap bu?” Angga tetap maksa.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh apa Ibu mau aku bopong juga?” Angga mesem-mesem.&lt;br /&gt;“Ngaco. Runtuh nanti dunia melihat Ibu Halim digendong. Bisa-bisa diketawain satu jembatan merah, Mas.” Guyon Ibu. Angga cengar-cengir. Akhirnya ia tergelak. Ternyata di balik kerentaan dan kekurangan ekonomi seperti ini ibunya masih bisa berkelakar. Lapanglah hati Angga sedikit. Tak tahan juga ia hanya bersekolah tanpa membantu ibu. Tapi Ibu jua yang memaksa semua anak tidak boleh bekerja. Hanya Ibu saja, karena Ibu juga sebagai ayah. Begitulah pesan Ibu. Pesan Ibu selalu bagai janji. Tak boleh diingkari karena kata ibu adalah kata ibu, tak boleh ditawar lagi. Sekalipun Ibu harus meregang nyawa untuk memegang janji, Ibu akan lakukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angin berhembus perlahan. Karena hari ini hujan sudah kenyang turun, Ima bisa pulang lebih awal dari kuliah.&lt;br /&gt;“Ma jangan lupa. Besok rapat dengan jurusan.”&lt;br /&gt;“Aduh Anita… beribu maaf. Aku sejak kemarin kerja di pasar tempat alumni mbak Dianti. Tahu kan? Aku melas banget lho minta pekerjaan jadi kasir itu. Soalnya aku gak tahan liat Ibu pengen kerja rodi di Jembatan.” &lt;br /&gt;“Oh.. gitu. Terus amanah di kampus gimana dong. Kan PJ acara jurusan kamu. Kamu resign ya.”&lt;br /&gt;“Kok?” Ima kebingungan. Siapa yang  mau dikasih tugas berat menangani anak baru? Kayaknya aku saja sudah jadi korban keruwetan sebagi PJ, pikir Ima.&lt;br /&gt;“Kamu fokus aja di toko mbak Dianti. Ntar aku cariin pengantimu. Termasuk untuk rapat dua minggu ini. Ok?”&lt;br /&gt;“Baik banget deh kau…” Ima mengelus punggung Anita.&lt;br /&gt;“Itu gunanya saudara!” ucap Anita. Ia kembali melanjutkan perjalanannya ke arah lain. Ima melambai-lambai dari dalam angkot hijau pada Anita. Mudah-mudahan aku bisa kasih  sesuatu pada Ibu lebaran ini. Maaf ya bu, aku melanggar kata Ibu, sedikit tertahan air mata Ima sambil terus memandangi kumpulan pohon di pinggir jalan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari lebaran tinggal 14 jam lagi. Ibu dan Nenden, adik bungsu keluarga sederhana ini, asyik memasak opor ayam. Dengan tangan berlumuran kunyit ibu tersenyum menatap Ima yang baru tiba.&lt;br /&gt;“Ayo. Cicipi masakan Nenden.”&lt;br /&gt;“Masa?” Ima segera menyeruput sesendok kuah opor .&lt;br /&gt;“Ah Subhanallah Den. One day… suatu hari nih dek, kamu bisa jadi ratu catering!” puji Ima.&lt;br /&gt;“Apa mbak? Ketering. O buat naruh lampu itu ya?” Nenden bingung. Ima terbahak-bahak. Tak pelak Angga dan ibu ikut-ikutan. Dari balik pintu dapur yang juga pintu rumah Angga menyembulkan kepalanya.&lt;br /&gt;“Nenden! Ca-te-ring itu tukang masak yang menjual masakannya ke orang kaya!”&lt;br /&gt;“Mau mas. Aku mau kalo itu!” Nenden langsung tersenyum lugu. Ima memandangi sang Ibu lagi. Ima dapat THR bu! Bisik Ima dalam hati. Udah gitu mbak Dianti kasih kado lagi buat Ibu. Aduh bu…. Rizki gak kemana, Ima bahagia sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi hari di Idul Fitri keluarga Ima mendapat tamu pertamanya.&lt;br /&gt;“Assalamaualaikum” suatu sambutan yang berbeda untuk Ibu di hari Fitri ini. Ibu tercenung. Lha ini kan mba yang waktu itu beli mangga ga nawar…Ibu yakin sekali dengan penampilan teteh yang bersahaja itu. Selalu tersenyum manis menghiasi bibirnya.  Apa mangga ku gak berkah ya? Apa uangnya kelebihan waktu dia kasih ke saya? Ibu bertanya-tanya terus.&lt;br /&gt;“Kenapa dik? Mangga saya rusak ya.” Ibu dengan polosnya bertanya.&lt;br /&gt;“Bukan bu. Saya temannya Ima. Ima ada? Oya, Taqaballahu mina wa minkum ya.” Mba Dianti mencium pipi kanan dan pipi kiri. Dicium juga tangan renta Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;”Mba Dianti…” Ima nyelonong keluar dari dalam kamar.&lt;br /&gt;“Taqaballahu hu minna wa minkum  juga Ima.” Ibu terpaku melihat mba Dianti dengan pakaian manik-maniknya yang terlihat mahal. Tapi ia mau ke rumah yang hampir roboh ini?&lt;br /&gt;“Siapa nduk?” Tanya Ibu pelan. &lt;br /&gt;“Yang kasih kado Ibu. Tas ama jaket.” Bisik Ima. Ima lalu mempersilahkan tamunya duduk dan menikmati hidangan kue. Mereka pun berbincang. Ibu tak banyak berbicara. Ia hanya bertasbih dan terus berharap agar Allah menerima kebaikan mbak Dianti. Ia bersyukur anaknya berteman dengan kebaikan, sehingga mendapatkan keberuntungan. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada kamar yang sempit, Ibu mengelus punggungnya. Tak ingin dirasakan olehnya, rasa sakit. Bibirnya selalu berdzikir pada malam takbiran ini. Mengikuti irama dzikir dari mushola yang terdengar seperti alunan lagu indah. Seindah hari ini terasa bagi Ibu. Ia mendapat saudara baru dan berkah keikhlasan. Seperti kado lebaran untuknya. Anak sulung Ibu tiba-tiba menegur.&lt;br /&gt;”Mmm bu. Sebenarnya, aku sudah dua minggu kerja di tempat mbak Dianti.” aku Ima.&lt;br /&gt;Ibu menghentikan dzikirnya. Ia berbaring pada ranjang tua. Ranjang itu pun berderit. Seakan minta diganti. Sudah sepuluh tahun ranjang itu menahan Ibu terlelap tidur diatasnya.&lt;br /&gt;”Ibu. Ibu boleh bekerja, tapi Ima gak bisa tahan, liat Ibu selalu pulang malam.”&lt;br /&gt;”Kamu mau bantu Ibu?” tanya Ibu. Ima mengangguk.&lt;br /&gt;”Boleh. Tapi cukup kamu saja. Tidak Angga. Atau Nenden. Itu pun kamu harus janji, tidak menyia-nyiakan waktu kuliah.” Ibu menutup matanya. Sambil dzikirnya terus mengalun pelan.&lt;br /&gt;Ima mencium punggung tangan Ibu. Makasih bu, membiarkan Ima berbuat sesuatu untuk Ibu.&lt;br /&gt;”Aku janji.” Ima berujar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”_”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
sebuah sungai hati yang jernih&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19677362-115545254462752228?l=agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/feeds/115545254462752228/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19677362&amp;postID=115545254462752228' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/115545254462752228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19677362/posts/default/115545254462752228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agasastoriesboard.blogspot.com/2006/08/kala-lebaran-menjelang.html' title='Kala Lebaran Menjelang'/><author><name>L. Sari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12057393399216564498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hnVuXyrmuLk/TwhwgidrI6I/AAAAAAAAAmY/9Q8Q98ljEtc/s220/Copy%2Bof%2BIMG_2306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19677362.post-113401013127309532</id><published>2005-12-08T09:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T10:57:04.210+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The Same Star('try sent 2 Gadis')</title><content type='html'>Keripik kentang masuk perlahan ke dalam mulut yang menganga lebar. Krauk... krauk… si pemilik mulut menggilas dengan cepat potongan kentang bergelombang. Sesekali jari jemari memasuki ruang mulut. Asyik menikmati rasa asin. Sepasang mata Shin juga sibuk bekerja. Mengamati kata per kata dalam sebuah majalah remaja. Sesekali Shin juga mengangguk-angguk seolah olah majalah itu berbicara padanya. Mengatakan semua tentang nasib-nasib Shin. Mulai dari kisah sedih keuangan sampai kejadian cintanya yang akan berlangsung.&lt;br /&gt;”Minggu ini berarti ga boleh banyak-banyak beli es krim ya.” gumam Shin. Seolah ia sedang berjanji pada dirinya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;“Apa? Beli es krim. Mbak Shinta... itu es krim maih menumpuk di freezer!” ibu sewot di belakang Shin.&lt;br /&gt;“Bukan itu. Justru minggu ini gak usah beli banyak bu. Cukup 1 pak.”&lt;br /&gt;“Satu?” Ibu terheran-heran. Di freezer kalau tidak salah masih ada empat pak? Ibu merengut sedih. Apa jatah beli es krim Shinta bisa melebihi jatah membeli kopi ayah? Ibu segera ngeloyor ke dapur mengecek lagi stok isi dapurnya. Sementara Shinta masih serius mendengarkan majalahnya. Harus menjaga kesehatan upayakan makan sayur dan buah, begitu tulis majalahnya.&lt;br /&gt;”Ah.. beli aja buah. Biar ga panas dalam dan sariawan, anti sembelit pula.” Shin bergumam lagi.&lt;br /&gt;“Bu.. beli buah yuk…” ajak Shin segera.&lt;br /&gt;“Pas banget mbak. Kopi ayah dan sayur mayur kita habis.” Ibu menanggapi Shin. Shin tersenyum puas. Ternyata, Ibu dan Shin memang harus ke supermarket. . Klop deh, Ibu kehabisan stok sayur dan makanan beku, Shinta berbelanja buah seperti yang disarankan majalah ‘Girlie’nya. Belanja bareng Ibu bisa ikut beli yang lain. Es krim, eh yang itu ga boleh pikir Shin. Aku mo beli coklat aja lah, niat gadis berambut keriting ini berubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anak kelas Sepuluh E segera menghambur keluar. Sampai-sampai seorang guru Matematika bertubuh mungil tertinggal di dalam kelas. Ini kejadian rutin di setiap kelas. Pasti lah... Karena besok adalah weekend. Malam minggu akan datang hanya dalam beberapa jam lagi. Mengekor di belakang guru matematika yang mungil, Shin asyik berjalan bersama dua sobatnya. Masih topik Shin setiap menjelang week end, tentang gebetannya.&lt;br /&gt;“Gimana nih… aku dah dideketin terus .” urai Shin dengan mata berbinar. Padahal baru dua kali ngobrol empat pasang mata dengan si Ganang.&lt;br /&gt;” Ya udah, say it aja.” Samber Heni sambil bersms.&lt;br /&gt;“Iya Shin. Kan kata miss Acin rasi kalian cocok.” tegas Isti. Betul, pikir Shin. Waktu ketemu kakak kelas mereka yang jago ramal, rasi Shin dan Ganang cocok. Shin ingat betul wajah miss Acin serius dan diakhiri dengan senyum. Langsung saja saat itu miss Acin berkata yang terdengar ajaib di telinga Shin, “MATCH!”. Shin makin melayang. Ia ingat juga kata zodiak majalah‘Girlie’ kemarin, gebetan kamu makin dekat, waktunya kamu nembak.&lt;br /&gt;”Wa.... aku jadi semangat 45 kali 45 nih!” teriak Shin. Ternyata guru matematika mungil mereka bertiga dengan cepat menoleh. Memandangi ke tiga mahluk didikannya.&lt;br /&gt;”Berapa Shinta Artika, 45 kali 45?” tanya bu Juju. Shin meninggalkan senyum selebar mungkin pada bu Juju. Ditambah kawat giginya yang berkilauan. Pastinya dengan gelengan berulang-ulang juga. Bu Juju pun tersenyum tak lama tertawa terbahak. Ia mendengarkan semua cerita Shin rupanya. Shinta si murid yang sering mendapat kembang di ujian bulanan bu Juju, sedang menuai cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aroma mi rebus dengan kornet menyeruak keluar dari mangkok. Warnanya berubah jadi merah. Lahap sekali, Heni menyeruput kuah mie keriting-keriting. Dari seberang mangkok, mata Shin yang menyipit asyik melihat mi milik Heni. Namun tak lama ia segera melirik ke arah jam satu. Badan atletis, dengan jaket hitam terbungkus menyandang bacpack oranye kebangsaan muncul. Topi yang biasa dikenakan pun tak dikenakan, hanya ditenteng oleh tangan kekar si cowok. Lengan Shinta bergetar. Rupanya soto mi sudah datang menghampiri. Panasnya mangkok soto tak terasa bagi Shin. Ia keasyikan mengamati pujaannya.&lt;br /&gt;”Duitnya nanti” bisik Shin pada pelayan. Matanya melirik lagi ke arah cowok gebetannya.&lt;br /&gt;”Cie... Suit wit... Wuuu.” seketika Heni dan Isti berkoor. Ramai sekali seperti suara anak-anak cheer lagi latihan. Wajah Shin yang bulat menunduk ia berganti memandangi soto mi saja.&lt;br /&gt;”Aduh, pake malu-malu. Mana semangat 2025nya?” tagih Heni. Heni memukul-mukul mangkuk mi yang sudah kosong sambil bersiul-siul.&lt;br /&gt;”kok semangat 2025?” Shin bengong.&lt;br /&gt;”Dasar matek lemot... Itu hasil kalinya 45 kali 45 mbak!” seru Isti. Shin menyeringai malu. Saat Isti berkata matek lemot yang artinya ga pinter pinter amat di pelajaran Matematika Ekonomi, Ganang lewat.&lt;br /&gt;”Mas Ganang,” panggil Heni dan Isti. Dan jatuhlah tanda seru maya di kepala Shin.&lt;br /&gt;”Sini deh.” ajak Heni. Digamit pula lengan Ganang. Cowok itu sudah hadir di depan Shin. Shin cuma bengong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pa kabar?” Ganang menampilkan lagi senyumnya. Cess... Kini rasanya tubuh Shin mendingin jadi di bawah nol derajat. Lengkap dengan batu-batu es yang mulai mengeras.&lt;br /&gt;“Baik.” Shin hemat berkata.&lt;br /&gt;“Oya aku ada perlu nih.” ujar Ganang. Shin masih kedinginan. Malah bertambah dingin.&lt;br /&gt;“Aku boleh ke rumah?” tanya Ganang. Ia kini duduk di hadapan Shin. Wah boleh banget mas! Seru Shin tapi dalam lubuk hati.&lt;br /&gt;“Ke rumah?” Shin berskenario ala sinetron.&lt;br /&gt;”Ada yang mau aku pinjam nih.” Ganang sok misterius. Ga pa pa, ga usah pinjam, untuk kamu gratis. Pake senyum Shinta Artika pula. Lagi-lagi Shinta bergumam dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;“Kapan?” Shin bersemangat. Ganang pun menetapkan waktunya. Dalam hati Shin, ia sibuk memikirkan kata rasinya dan kata miss acin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bapak membolak-balik sangkar burung perkututnya. Lucu banget, kandang perkutut lebih butut dari burungnya. Perkutut yang biasa dipanggil si Manjo itu lebih kinclong dan bersinar. Bagaimana tidak kinclong, dimandikan empat kali sehari. Shin yang sering memanggil manjo jadi Bejo, juga harus turut memandikan.&lt;br /&gt;“Shin,” panggil Ibu. Shin sedang memperhatikan bapak. Panggilan ibu terus berkumandang sampai suara paling kencang. Bapak pun kaget. Apalagi si Manjo. Mendadak jadi diam berkoar.&lt;br /&gt;“Mbak Shinta, itu ibu panggil-panggil.” Bapak berkacak pinggang. Shin segera menyahut dan berlari ke ruang tengah. Tak lama ia kembali lagi ke belakang.&lt;br /&gt;“Bapak, masuk aja deh. Aku yang mandiin Manjo nanti.” saran Shin segera.&lt;br /&gt;”Lo kenapa?”&lt;br /&gt;”Pake baju yang rapih... Pake parfum, kalo perlu cukuran.” Shin dengan sigap membersihkan alat-alat kebersihan Manjo. Bapak masih bingung. Ibu datang menghampiri Bapak. Mereka berbisik. Sedikit bercekikik.&lt;br /&gt;“Mantu?” suara bapak membahana.&lt;br /&gt;“Ih Ibu… Cuma temen mbak.” Shin malu-malu. Bapak dan Ibu pun terkekeh. Tetap saja persiapan menyambut Ganang seperti menyambut calon mantu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang pujaan gadis di rumah keluarga kecil ini sedang duduk menawan di sofa. Ruang tamu lebih rapih dan wangi. Jajaran kue dan puding juga menyambangi meja ruang tamu. Padahal biasanya meja itu cuma. Baju biru langit yang dipakai Ganang tak henti-hentinya dipandangi ibu. Shin gemes. Pasti bentar lagi ibu tanya, beli apa jahit bajunya? Terus ujung-ujungnya ibu menawarkan jasa jahit sama Ganang. Sebelum semua terjadi…&lt;br /&gt;“Gan, makasih ya waktu itu bantu aku bikin paper. Sampai dianter ke warnet segala. Maklum aku kan gaptek gitu…” Shin nyerocos. Berhasil, Ibu langsung pamit ke dalam.&lt;br /&gt;“Yah gak pa pa. Ngenet penting lo Shin. Lo kalo ga bisa entar repot sendiri.”&lt;br /&gt;Shin menganguk cepat. Bilang sekarang ga ya? Masa nembak dirumah sendiri? Shin terpekur.&lt;br /&gt;“Eh…” Ganang menegur. Ia tersenyum. Waduh, Shin makin pusing.&lt;br /&gt;“Gue mo pinjam sesuatu boleh?” tanya Ganang.&lt;br /&gt;“Apa?”&lt;br /&gt;“Bokap lu pernah punya dokumen tentang ini ga?” Ganang menyerahkan selembar kertas. Bioteknologi apa niih... aku gak ngerti duh. Shin kecewa. Matanya sedikit melotot.&lt;br /&gt;”Bentar ya. Aku tanya bapak.” Shin masuk ke dalam dengan gontai.&lt;br /&gt;Bapak dari jauh sudah tersenyum. Ia pun segera duduk di sofa. Sedikit berkenalan, tanya-tanya tentang Ganang dan Papanya, dan mengalirlah panjang cerita tentang isi tesis papa Ganang. Bola mata Shin melompat dari kiri ke kanan, kanan ke kiri, terus saja seperti itu selama setengah jam. Ia merengut tak bisa menghentikan pembicaraan rumit itu. Hari ini kok jadi momen Bapak dan Ganang, kan harusnya aku nembak si Cancer, keluh Shin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu Juju membereskan semua kertas ulangan. Ia tersenyum pada Shin. Shin Cuma asyik ngobrol dengan kumpulannya.&lt;br /&gt;“Shin, nih.” Bu Juju segera menyerahkan kertas pada Shin.&lt;br /&gt;”Wah!” teriak Heni. Teman lain ikut ramai. Gimana enggak Shin dapat nilai 85! Itu rekor terbaik sepanjang sejarah ulangan matemtikanya. Teman-teman Shin segera minta traktir. Ada yang segera menuduh nakal, bu Juju dicariin pacar oleh Shin. Yang dibicarakan cuma cengar-cengir. Heni dan Isti segera menarik Shin ke pojok kelas. Anak-anak lain masih memperhatikan kertas ulangan Shin yang bernilai luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;”Kok bisa sih?”&lt;br /&gt;”Nyogok apa lu?” tanya Isti ketus sambil segera mengsms ke cowoknya. Memberitahukan cerita luar biasa ini.&lt;br /&gt;” Idih... nuduh..”&lt;br /&gt;”Terus?” Heni penasaran.&lt;br /&gt;”Gue.... ehm... makin punya chance sama Ganang.”&lt;br /&gt;“La apa hubungannya dengan si besar itu?” protes Isti yang menghentikan ketikan smsnya.&lt;br /&gt;”Iya sejak dia pinjam bahan tesis bokapnya ama bokap gue.. Gue udah les selama sebulan dengan Ganang.”&lt;br /&gt;Heni dan Isti bengong. Isti pun panik karena ia salah krim sms tentang ulangan Shin. Ia kirim ke Ganang. Padahal isinya sayang-sayangan dengan cowoknya. Shin tertawa terbahak. Teman-temannya masih mencerna kecerdasan singkat Shinta yang muncul karena cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suara Manjo menemani sepasang muda-mudi yang sedang berduaan di ruang tamu. Kedua orang itu tampak serius menekuni sesuatu. Di karpet berserakan banyak kertas dan bertumpuk tumpuk buku tebal. Ditambah dengan bertumpuk-tumpuk bungkus es krim dan coklat.&lt;br /&gt;“Bisa kan.” Ganang tersenyum melihat hasil oret-oretan Shinta.&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks ya. Sejak dapat nilai bagus itu, bu Juju jadi ga ngomongin aku lagi di kelas.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh bagus. Lagi bu Juju itu salah ngajarnya. Ia ga pernah ulang-ulang materi kelas 9 sih.”&lt;br /&gt;Ganang bercerita terus tantang pelajaran matematika yang ideal. Harusnya dipraktekin, diulang dan sebagainya. Shin hanya menyimak wajah Ganang. Rasanya pengen orang ini di rumah lebih dari dua kali seminggu, lebih dari dua jam. Ah... Oh iya aku terlalu sibuk memperhatikan matematika sih... Ia sempat lupa dengan misinya, padahal sudah konsul rutin dengan kata zodiak dan miss Acin.&lt;br /&gt;”eh sorry. Kamu lahir di bulan apa?”&lt;br /&gt;”April.” Shin panik. April.... bukan Cancer dong…&lt;br /&gt;“Sama dong… kaya aku. Tanggal ….berapa….?” agak malas Shin menanyakan ini.&lt;br /&gt;“21 April!” seru Ganang dengan tersenyum. Shin serasa ditusuk ribuan pisau. Tidak.... Aduh...&lt;br /&gt;”Oh kok sama banget ya?” Shin segera mengsms miss acin. Bertanya tanya tentang Fakta yang ini. Padahal Ganang sedang sibuk membicarakan riwayat hidupnya. Saat ia lahir, waktu tinggal di Malaysia, sampai sedetil lagu-lagu yang ibunya biasa dendangkan saat ia kecil. Shin Cuma mengangguk dan mengangguk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kantin. Banyak yang menikmati dan melahap hidangan siang hari. Bercerita tentang hari ini. Hanya Shin yang memandangi layar handphone tanpa ekspresi .Padahal kemarin Ganang baru mengajaknya jalan-jalan ke mall Gigantic. Mall tempat para teman Ganang berkumpul. Biasanya, kata Ganag hanya temen tertentu yang diajak. Hanya yang ada di hati dan pikiran. Tetap saja Shin tidak ceria sama sekali. Karena miss Acin dan majalahnya minggu ini berkata lain. Miss Acin bilang kesamaan rasi adalah awal kehancuran suatu hubungan. Seperti galaksi yang harus berbeda kutub baru menghasilkan keaneka ragaman yang indah dan menawan. Kata Girlie juga mirip, namun lebih miris.Tinggalkan saja si dia. Karena dia bukan untukmu. Shin menghela napas panjang. Heni dan Isti asyik bertukar pikiran entang baju date mereka besok malam. Shin cuma bisa memikirkan nasibnya. Ia pernah tidak mengindahkan nasihat zodiaknya, dan benar-benar kacau. Waktu itu ia mendapatkan uang banyak dari tantenya yang kerja di luar negeri. Langsung ia membelikan semua barang-barang impian. Padahal zodiak sudah membisikkan padanya agar berhati-hati mengelola uang kaget. Shin benar-benar menyesal... Ia kehabisan uang itu hanya dalam sehari.&lt;br /&gt;“Woi….” Bagus ga?” tanya Isti. Anak itu memamerkan gelang mutiaranya. Shin Cuma berkata,&lt;br /&gt;“bagus, sayang nasib ku gak sebagus gelang lo..”&lt;br /&gt;“Shin!” Heni berteriak.&lt;br /&gt;“Ganang…” Isti ikut-ikutan rame. Shin segera bangkit, ia tak mau tahu tentang Ganang lagi. Uh… We just not match, pikir Shin. Padahal Ganang memanggilnya. Tap langkah Shin makin jauh meninggalkan si pujaan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;penjejak kata selalu berpulang pada
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