tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72829126422572820312024-03-14T04:51:20.727+07:00IraSShAiMaSe ♥♥~thoughts within me~Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-12128560865009717862011-07-03T09:45:00.000+07:002011-07-03T09:45:17.673+07:00Now: K3M<div style="text-align: justify;">Hello, world!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, now I'm having clerkship on another new department, and beside this current one, I "only" have 3 more departments left (i.e. Pediatrics, Neurology, Dermato-Venereology). So, I'm currently doing my K3M, which honestly, I don't know what it stands for! *my bad* This time, we're supposed to do some Public/Community Health projects, out of Yogyakarta <i>city</i>. Fortunate enough, my K3M isn't located too far; all of my co-ass groupmates get their K3M places in Kulon Progo regency, Yogyakarta province. Mine is at-and-around <i>Puskesmas </i>Galur 2, which consists of three villages. My friends and I stay at Banaran village...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We haven't decided what kind of projects we're going to do, since we just got the Puskesmas (yearly?) report yesterday/Saturday. Let's just see later.. Anywho, I feel so-so with staying at my K3M place. It's.. okay, I suppose. The hardest thing is that I can't really browse the internet (through my laptop). First, because my modem doesn't get any signal there. Second, because my laptop is kinda "old", so it needs to be charged most of the time (my laptop's battery could only last for about 1 hour). Beside problems with my laptop, I'm quite okay to stay there (I don't really need TV; most of regular Indonesian TV shows suck). Oh, since we're staying in a village, honestly, it's quite spooky to go outside at night, hehee.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't have anything else to write, beside perhaps, it really feels soothing to live in such not-so-outcasted village and work at such Puskesmas. So, I hope I'll come out with anothe<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">r nice thing to write later. :) Actually, I've got some pictures of me & my friends there, but I'm too dizzy to upload them now (thanks <a href="http://www.twitter.com/danny_13th">Danny</a> for capturing those pics!)</span></span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><h2 class="title" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">♥</span></h2><h2 class="title" style="font-family: inherit;"></h2><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Hello!
I opened my window and whispered
How are you?
Alone in my room, with no one
Morning!
The morning has arrived, with a heavy downpour
Tick-tack
Someone please rewind my spring for me</i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i> </i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Hello!
I think that kind of person appeared only in old anime
How are you?
I am so jealous, that someone can be loved by all
Sleeping...
I must stop saying silly things and start preparing
Crying...
In order to hide my tear marks</i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i> </i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>"Oh well whatever" has become my favorite phrase
That line from yesterday went straight over my head:
"I don't have any expectations of you anymore."
Well, even I myself
don't have any expectations of myself,
but still, what was THAT for?!</i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i> </i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>The words that escaped from my throat
were nothing but lies
Today, too, I have wasted some valuable words,
as I continue living my life</i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i> </i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Why is it that you end up hiding it?
Is it that you're scared of being laughed at?
Is it that you don't want to meet anyone?
Is that really true?
Drowning in a sea of the name "ambiguity",
I'm suffering because I can no longer breathe
I now have a small urge to listen to someone's voice
I am so weak</i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i> </i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>With my preparation going nowhere at all,
I start thinking with my hazy head:
"Should I just find a reason so that I can rest now?"
Nah, I know, I know,
I'm just saying things, that's all,
but I'm not going to rest, so don't get angry at me</i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i> </i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Be I happy or miserable,
the morning sun will rise fairly and cruelly
I'm already trying my best just to live,
what else do you possibly expect of me?</i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i> </i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Why do you end up being bothered by this?
Is it that you actually want to be loved?
Who was it that let go of your hand?
Have you come to a realization?
If my life has a time card,
then exactly when do I get off my "work"?
Who will pay me my salary
for having been living all this time?</i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i> </i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Thank you!
I actually want to say "thank you"
Thank you!
I actually want to say "thank you"
Thank you!
Even if just for once,
while I lament from the bottom of my heart,
I actually want to say "thank you"</i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i> </i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Why is it that you end up hiding it?
Is that you actually want me to ask you about it?
I promise that I will not laugh,
so why don't you trying tell me?
I won't know anything if you don't open your mouth
You won't convey anything by merely thinking in your head
What a troublesome species of organism,
the one called "human", that is</i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i> </i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Hello! How are you?
To you, I say "Hello! How are you?"</i><i> </i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><i> </i></pre><pre class="lyrics" style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Hello/How Are You? - Hatsune Miku/Nanou</b><i> </i></pre><h2 class="title" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">♥</span></h2></div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-74613021019936160462011-04-01T11:47:00.004+07:002011-04-01T13:55:33.602+07:00Love & Roll - guilty pleasure<div style="text-align: justify;">Well well well..<br /><br />Somehow I'd like to write something, but what should I write? Hm..<br /><br />Anyhoo, I've been halfway through my clinical clerkship -currently I'm in the 8th out of 14 departments.<br />Can't believe time feels like passing by so fast!<br />I'm now practising in Surgery Department, in the 4th week out of 10.<br />I never been particularly interested in Surgery, but this week has treated me quite better than my previous 2 weeks.<br />Maybe because the residents here are nicer to us, co-ass-es, I guess, and I like them MUCH better. :)<br />My previous residents were just too busy..<br />Oh, this is my first time ever to practise at RSUD Banjarnegara, and so far, I enjoy it here..<br /><br />BTW, last March 9 was my 21st birthday.<br />Nothing special happened, how sad huh? :(<br />I really wish I could've had some nice birthday(s) all these years but it seems like I never really got any.<br />I think I got somewhat a birthday "gift" indirectly though: Supercell's latest album (which was released on March 16).<br />You see, although Supercell hasn't released many albums, I might consider it as my MOST favourite Japanese band EVER!<br />Thus, I instantly try searching for their latest albums, <span style="font-style: italic;">Today Is A Beautiful Day</span>.<br />It has several new songs, and several of Supercell's previous hits (or B-side songs in their singles).<br />Actually, it's somehow below my expectation at first, but in the end I got hooked.<br /><br />Why do I wrote about guilty pleasure?<br />Well, it just happens that I'm now somewhat addicted to their song, <span style="font-style: italic;">Love & Roll</span>.<br />It was actually released in <span style="font-style: italic;">Kimi no Shiranai Monogatari</span> single, but dunno, I just got addicted to this song recently..<br />This.. teasing song. xD<br />And I can't help it, oh my..<br />Its lyrics isn't as bad/promiscuous as many Western songs I know IMO (is it?).<br /><br />Another thing.<br />I've made some sort of my favourite specialization list, based on the departments I've gone through so far.<br />Here they are:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ophthalmology > Anesthesiology > Internal Medicine > Psychiatry > Surgery > Obstetric & Gynecology.</span><br /><br />I don't put Radiology and Forensics since I just feel indifferent toward those.<br />However, although I won't get Clinical Pathology (and Anatomical Pathology) in my clerkship, I DO consider to take Clinical Pathology one day..<br />I prefer Ophthalmology and Anesthesiology though.<br /><br />In fact, if I were a man, I might confidently choose Anesthesiology as my specialization (heck, I still can't believe I'm just too interested with this subject!).<br />But since I'm still a woman who, deep down, wants to raise her own family, husband (will be), children (will be), the busy schedule of an Anesthesiologist makes me hesitant.<br /><br />So I guess, (being a) Anesthesiology(ist) is also a guilty pleasure of mine.<br /><br />Well, let's just see what the future will bring to me..<br /><br />And I shall enjoy other guilty pleasures I'll find along my way.. :P<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">"Can you hear me?<br />I’m calling from somewhere<br />as I wear my heels<br />Ok, well then, I’ll see in a bit<br />As my favorite music plays,<br />I wink at the mirror before I leave<br />With a very cute gesture,<br />let’s pump up the volume and roar!<br />My mood is a Full 10 Knockout!<br /><br />Do you hear me?<br />This is the very first time<br />my throbbing heart heats up…<br />This is not like me…<br />“A lady in love”… as if,<br />it makes me laugh!<br />Big and beautiful eyes<br />with devilish make up!<br />My cheeks are uselessly lovely…<br />Tonight, all eyes are on me, but<br />I don’t know what to do<br />because I…<br /><br />I’m not really used to this…<br />so gently escort me ‘kay?<br />I’ll try to give it my all but,<br />do you like it like this?<br />Take a good look at me,<br />Do you wanna ask me out?<br /><br />*thump* *thump* My heartbeat won’t stop,<br />a girl, I wanna be like a girl<br />with my whimsical body covered in a sweet scent<br />Woooo ho!<br />Hey,<br />you act like a shy boy, but<br />haven’t you been staring at my breast since a while ago?<br />So boring… you’re too shy<br />Wooooo ho!<br />all right?<br /><br />Do you love me?<br />Show it with action,<br />it’s fine if you’re a bit forceful!<br />Not doing anything to me… How rude!<br />As I figured, you want to be led instead huh!?<br />If I push the bewildered you,<br />with this much, you’ll understand right?<br />Bring your guard down a bit and<br />I’ll bring my difficulty level down<br /><br />It’s better taking it easy without rushing right?<br />baby<br />Let’s escape from here and<br />when we’re alone, I’ll spoil you!<br />Do you like it like this?<br />Come here a bit,<br />Do you wanna take me out?<br /><br />I take a long look at your eyes,<br />and feel like teasing you a bit!<br />I shake and shake my hip and tail!<br />Woooo ho!<br />Hey,<br />I wanna try acting out a love scene,<br />so at least try calling out my name<br />whisper it into my ear with your warm breath!<br />Woooo ho!<br />all right?<br /><br />I feel the throbbing of my heart,<br />a girl, I’m being a girl!<br />My eyes glancing up are a sign for you,<br />Woooo ho!<br />Hey,<br />my light smile tickles your heart,<br />Lock on, you are already enchanted by me!<br />If you’re ready for it, kiss me!<br />Woooo ho!<br />all right?"<br /></div></div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-41132814055728029262010-11-22T22:24:00.003+07:002010-11-22T22:49:51.564+07:00A Sudden Surge of ThoughtWell well well...<br /><br />I do realize that I'm not such a good blogger. However, I never intended this blog to please any other people beside myself. Like what this current post named, what I've written have been, mostly, a sudden surge of my thought.<br /><br />BTW, I've already been in my co-assistancy/junior doctor stage. I'm currently in the 3rd week of Internal Medicine department. Before this department, I've been in Obstetry & Gynecology, Ophthalmology, and Psychiatry. I still get confused at times though.. I really hope, no matter what, I'd end up being a great doctor, amen. Internal Medicine DOES look hard! But I have such an inspiring, maybe she quite mirrors my "dream", DPK -<span style="font-style: italic;">dosen pembimbing klinik</span>. I hope it's a nice sign...<br /><br />Oh, something has been amusing me in these past few days. So, apparently, my (non official) name <a href="http://babadsunda.blogspot.com/2010/11/ringkasan-silsilah-panembahan.html">was said to be written in Museum Galuh Pakuan, Ciamis</a>. Not only my name, but also a lot of other names that was compiled by Ibu Erni Muthalib in 2007, the descendants of Panembahan Singaperbangsa. But those names, at least some of my ancestors & relatives' names, hadn't been "edited" yet. Hadn't been edited, in the sense that for one-named person, I put their last names just like their fathers' last names/titles. You know, international genealogical sites REQUIRE people to have first & last names, while some Indonesians don't have such names.<br /><br />I wonder how those museum people got my (and my distant relatives') names...<br />I know they got the "unedited" version because there were only names of my grandpa's descendants that were on the list, among my great grandpa's descendants.<br /><br />I never intend to boast myself, but since I could be named with the title "Rr." if we hadn't lived in a republic, I become quite curious about this museum. As a bearer of "Rr." title, I think it gives us more "responsibilities" to preserve our own culture... while I BARELY know anything about <span style="font-style: italic;">budaya urang Sunda</span>!!!<br /><br />How sad!<br /><br />However, I really hope, when I got married some day, I could get married in traditional <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunda Siger </span>dress. :)<br /><br />I don't wanna get married in <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunda Putri </span>dress since I find it too simple and looks almost similar to Javanese's Solo Putri dress.<br />I want to have something that's really ethnic!! ;)<br /><br />Actually, I find <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunda Sukapura </span>dress as gorgeous -somewhat similar to Sunda Siger dress, but there are some differences too. I don't know though, whether actually there's any prerequisites to use that dress...<br /><br />My mom's Sundanese heritage comes from Bogor, and to lesser extent Banten and Cianjur.<br />While my dad's comes from Karawang/Purwakarta/Brebes (the Sundanese regents of these places were kinsmen).<br />Sukapura = Tasikmalaya, so it isn't really my heritage...<br /><br />Let's just see later.Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-30895744320267532262009-02-09T22:13:00.005+07:002009-02-10T02:04:22.043+07:00After my holiday has over...<div style="text-align: justify;">Huaaa... akhirnya liburan selese juga. Masuk blok baru deh. Ayooo, tetep semangat! Haha...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5KAS8JM0BYXPS3b8VWzI9Xds9tXRLOZbDQs6VpqtG6PFAIl71oyBr9jR8ZLugkqDpvntYkHDdBzARlIjO3OvcnKhhvHaqI1m3gqfOL4Qw8j6qxQWMIuKlrDJ2sIiw4frrU5lQkk5ejwM/s1600-h/Acompletecdonlylarger.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5KAS8JM0BYXPS3b8VWzI9Xds9tXRLOZbDQs6VpqtG6PFAIl71oyBr9jR8ZLugkqDpvntYkHDdBzARlIjO3OvcnKhhvHaqI1m3gqfOL4Qw8j6qxQWMIuKlrDJ2sIiw4frrU5lQkk5ejwM/s320/Acompletecdonlylarger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300821727527582978" border="0" /></a><br />Well, anyway, in the past weeks, I've done lots of things. Let's see... First, I've bought Ayumi Hamasaki's A Complete ~All Singles~ album! I've been longing to have this album for months! And finally, I was able to find one unimported CD of it. The CD wasn't really pricey either.<br /><br />This album consists of 3 CDs. CD1 consists of 15 songs, so does CD2. There are 14 songs in CD3, plus one bonus track, which is <span style="font-style: italic;">Who... (Chinese version)</span>. Since I've been a fan of Ayu since middle school (around 2001), having this album makes me reminiscing about good old days of mine. If you're also a fan of Ayu, I guess this album is a must. If you just want to hear more of Ayu's songs and randomly want to buy her album, well, you can hear almost all of her singles in this album, from her debut in <span style="font-style: italic;">Poker Face</span> (her first song with Avex) until <span style="font-style: italic;">Mirrorcle World</span> (<span style="font-style: italic;">Green/Days</span> are counted as her latest singles, not yet available in an album). I definitely enjoy this album. ^^<br /><br />Then... what else? Ah, I went to Bandung on the night of February 4, arrived there in Thursday morning. If I should describe my holiday in Bandung shortly, I'd say that I had become a unofficial supporter of HME ITB (sport) team; I watched (and supported?) lots of their matches during my stay in Bandung. Their matches weren't bad, I even somewhat envied their spirits during the match, really full of energy! I also went out with my besties there...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjASBAM2sxmtlRQavoYVMGD9yyW066Vzwz_dKO5GUjKMbOylvizFswGBwUtLX6VM4CdaaHaw3_nT3ytNrKHdnjfg6NnK_ZcWuheTIGCcKro9R6g60p_O8gmx2BeJ894TaVc_8ShsVUN3Ck/s1600-h/4bdc79d385057b87f4289540e5c56604.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjASBAM2sxmtlRQavoYVMGD9yyW066Vzwz_dKO5GUjKMbOylvizFswGBwUtLX6VM4CdaaHaw3_nT3ytNrKHdnjfg6NnK_ZcWuheTIGCcKro9R6g60p_O8gmx2BeJ894TaVc_8ShsVUN3Ck/s320/4bdc79d385057b87f4289540e5c56604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300862778493089522" border="0" /></a><br />Well, I also watched movies in Blitz Megaplex. Dunno, I just find this cineplex as a really nice place if you want to watch good movies. So, one night, I decided to watch <span style="font-style: italic;">Krabat</span>. It was a German movie and what made us who watched it got interested was this movie was shown in Toronto International Film Festival 2008. Sounds good, rite? Honestly, I couldn't really understand this movie!!! Hahahaha... However, it has got nice visual effects and a unique storyline. <span style="font-style: italic;">Krabat</span>'s storyline deals with (the "seduction" of) black magic and for a fantasy movie, I guess it's kinda rare to find a fantasy movie that mainly deals with black magic... Oh, and I just found out that this movie was based on a German novel! Maybe I gotta try to find (and read) the original (hopefully translated into English) novel. ^^;;<br /><br />Another movie I watched was <span style="font-style: italic;">Pintu Terlarang</span>, but I don't wanna write anything about it. The movie was kinda... sadistic, and scary... xD<br /><br />What else have I done lately? Hmm, dunno what more to write... I started my 6th semester of university yesterday. Hopefully, this semester will give me much better things than my previous ones. =)<br /></div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-75849852377030580712009-01-30T20:58:00.006+07:002009-01-31T08:26:05.728+07:00And then, the rain is fallin...<div style="text-align: justify;">Rain... how I love the rain... It always soothes me, makes me feel better, makes me calm, makes me find peace with myself... Yet, tonight, the rain is just making me feel gloomy. Don't really know why... or perhaps, I do know what makes me feel unwell. Ah, whatever.<br /><br />Today, I had my 2nd session of block 15 exam and an OSCE. Actually, I had been quite cheerful today, although I made some stupid mistakes... that my friend, Hanan, thought, were okay. Well, I initially thought those mistakes were okay too! I even had fun earlier this afternoon/evening with my tutorial groupmates. Exams are over, should've been enjoying my holiday then. However, when I wanted to go back home, it rained (and it's still raining) a lot. I drove my friend, Melita, to her <span style="font-style: italic;">kos</span>, and I went back to my <span style="font-style: italic;">kos </span>right after that. Just realized, I was the only one who isn't going anywhere for holiday (read: still staying at <span style="font-style: italic;">kos</span>) who lives on the 2nd storey of my <span style="font-style: italic;">kos</span>.<br /><br />After I arrived there, and went to my room of course, I did several miscellaneous things... Somehow, I didn't know what to do and chose to phone-call someone... who was unable to answer my call. So I chose to listen to a CD I just bought in AmPlaz today (when I went out with my groupmates) and... although the songs there weren't those sappy sad songs (well, at least, the songs weren't ballads, that could make you really feel sentimental, I think), the rhythm... and the lyrics (of many songs in its earlier tracks) just "caught" me "off-guard". Caught me off-guard, because of several things... Let me see, what songs I've heard from this CD...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Jonas Brothers - When You Look Me In The Eyes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Mariah Carey - Bye Bye</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Gwen Stefani - Early Winter</span><br />4. Ne-Yo - Closer<br />5. Kanye West feat. Dwele - Flashing Lights (I skipped this song)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. OneRepublic - Stop And Stare</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Duffy - Warwick Avenue</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. MIKA - Happy Ending</span><br />9. Ashlee Simpson - Outta My Head<br />10. Enrique Iglesias - Tired Of Being Sorry (somehow, I didn't "get" the feeling of this song... or maybe just because I never like Enrique's songs THAT much)<br />11. Maroon 5 - If I Never See Your Face Again<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. Rihanna - Take A Bow</span><br />Skipped Track 13-15, right to Track 16. Colbie Caillat - The Little Things<br />And I skipped the tracks after it... rewind to those earlier songs I wrote bold.<br /><br />Ah, I don't know what's happening at me right now... But OneRepublic's song in this CD, "caught" me the most:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stop and Stare<br /><br /></span></span>This town is colder now<br />I think it's sick of us<br />It's time to make our move<br />I'm shakin' off the rust<br />I've got my heart set<br />On anywhere but here<br />I'm staring down myself<br />Counting up the years<br />Steady hands just take the wheel<br />Every glance is killing me<br />Time to make one last appeal<br />For the life I lead<br /><br />Stop and stare<br />I think I'm moving, but I go nowhere<br />Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared<br />But I've become what I can't be<br />Stop and stare<br />You start to wonder why you're here not there<br />And you'd give anything to get what's fair<br />But fair ain't what you really need<br />Oh, can you see what I see<br /><br />They're trying to come back<br />All my senses push<br />Untie the weight bags<br />I never thought I could<br />Steady feet don't fail me now<br />I'm gonna run till you can't walk<br />But something pulls my focus out<br />And I'm standing down<br /><br />Stop and stare<br />I think I'm moving, but I go nowhere<br />Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared<br />But I've become what I can't be<br />Stop and stare<br />You start to wonder why you're here not there<br />And you'd give anything to get what's fair<br />But fair ain't what you really need<br />Oh, you don't need<br /><br />Stop and stare<br />I think I'm moving, but I go nowhere<br />Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared<br />But I've become what I can't be<br />Oh, do you see what I see<br /><br />*****<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Ah, silly me...<br /><br />Well, perhaps, I should just sit in front of my room for a while... and see the rain falls down from the sky. The rain... that's fallin down... like my tears... I'm not crying on the outside... but inside, somehow, I just feel like I want to cry...<br /><br />Rain... rain... just come here... and take my sorrow away.<br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div></div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-41451112482020218052009-01-18T18:53:00.002+07:002009-01-18T19:10:07.062+07:00New Year.. New adventures!<div style="text-align: justify;">Phew... it's been so long since the last time I wrote my entry! Sorry guys, if you've all been waiting to know latest "news" from me, hehe. Well, I had holidays from December 25 2008 until January 4 2009. Although I indeed have internet connection at home, you see, I went out almost everyday, so whenever I got back home, I just felt too tired to be really online. Sorry... ^^v<br /><br />Anyway, actually, I shouldn't be "online" now... tomorrow, I'm gonna have tutorial, Skills Lab session, AND biochemistry EXAM!!! Ah... hectic, hectic...<br /><br />Well, that's all for now. I'm really sorry. Guess I'm gonna write something tomorrow though. So see ya on Monday! ;)<br /><br />Dan untuk temen2 di KU UGM 2006, met ujian yaa! SEMANGAT! :)<br /></div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-74602497607315647592008-12-16T06:51:00.005+07:002008-12-16T07:39:35.689+07:00Ternyata... Hahaha.<div style="text-align: justify;">Barusan kan gw online, iseng2 aja, soalnya hari ini gw baru kuliah jam 11 nanti siang. Well then, I checked <a href="http://diana-ang.blogspot.com/">Diana Ang's</a> blog again, since she has posted a new entry. Eh eh... baru nyadar. Ternyata award (dan tag) yang gw dapet kemaren tuh sebenernya ada 3! Hahaha... Kay kay, gonna do the rest 2 now.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****<br /><strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I<br />This is the rules :</span></strong><br />1. Take a recent photo of yourself OR take a picture of yourself RIGHT NOW<br />2. DON'T change your cloth. DON'T fix your hair, just take a picture<br />3. Post that picture with NO editing<br />4. Post this instruction with your picture<br />5. Tag 10 people to do this<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtgmESozg_sbaRWZE3GgN1TXxDneVfBRZiXU8nGntPLVcozK9Z3vBsCh3tanMY0w-Lt_5JG10TxvHuwAvRZePap8tnxXPwVLWJkNjS7bCMvNJTTVvm_xhe-LGce6jP6xqiaT48wobs1k/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtgmESozg_sbaRWZE3GgN1TXxDneVfBRZiXU8nGntPLVcozK9Z3vBsCh3tanMY0w-Lt_5JG10TxvHuwAvRZePap8tnxXPwVLWJkNjS7bCMvNJTTVvm_xhe-LGce6jP6xqiaT48wobs1k/s320/DSC01414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280170999703074834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Hahaa... I look chubby there. I took that pic ASAP after I read that post. Yet, because of some "restrictions" I've got, maybe I manipulated some rules, there. Heheee... Gomen ne! ^^v<br />*****<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">II<br /></span></span></span>Sebenernya gw kurang ngerti juga sih, yang kedua ini maksudnya apa... Dari yang gw baca, I think it was actually an award... Hahaa, thanks ya Diana. Last night, I really needed something to distract my mind from some sort of uncomfortable feelings. xD And by seeing this award this morning, I couldn't help but to smile... and felt quite relieved. :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here's the award!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-c_kcBoAscWQmJzXDYWLwPKvB8uNwA0b3q2BcyObgfNFQuiLqPIxVzivkwPwoY8FSDiPwqfHXinCpvSTvSMtLEG12U_OckzShfjeRbbleYsSxpPxpSCA4EzQDBLl8Yz85IRHEikQxG4/s1600-h/smiley.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-c_kcBoAscWQmJzXDYWLwPKvB8uNwA0b3q2BcyObgfNFQuiLqPIxVzivkwPwoY8FSDiPwqfHXinCpvSTvSMtLEG12U_OckzShfjeRbbleYsSxpPxpSCA4EzQDBLl8Yz85IRHEikQxG4/s320/smiley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280173031416603986" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Someday, everything will make perfect sense.<br />So <span style="font-weight: bold;">laugh</span> at the confusion.. Smile <span style="font-weight: bold;">through the tears</span>..<br />Keep reminding yourself that <span style="font-weight: bold;">everything happens for a purpose</span>.<br />Something to make you smile: if you smile when no one is around, you really mean it.</span></em></span><em><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><br /></span></em><em><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Smile and be happy!<br /></span></strong></em><span style="font-style: italic;">*****<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span>So, I won't really change the people I'd like to tag at the moment. These people would still be them then. :D<br /><br /></span></span></span><p style="text-align: center;">1. <a href="http://shining-wings.blogspot.com/">Alex</a></p><p style="text-align: center;">2. <a href="http://farrahsatiti.blogspot.com/">Farrah</a></p><p style="text-align: center;">3. <a href="http://drluna.blogspot.com/">Kak Luna </a></p><p style="text-align: center;">4. <a href="http://ramdaffe.wordpress.com/">Ramda</a></p><p style="text-align: center;">5. <a href="http://itsnotalamestory.blogspot.com/">Winda</a><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">6. <a href="http://makeyoustronger.blogspot.com/">Neno</a><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">7. <a href="http://pianisaneh.blogspot.com/">Dama</a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br />*****</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Nuff said for this morning. Hope you all have such a lovely day today. See ya. ;)</span><br /></p></div></div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-68788969842419816932008-12-15T22:38:00.006+07:002008-12-16T00:55:13.581+07:00Happy Seven Award<div style="text-align: justify;">Whoa... an "award" from my friend, <a href="http://diana-ang.blogspot.com/">Diana</a>. How nice of you, to gave me awards. xD Since I don't even know what I'd like to do currently, guess I'll just do this homework. ;)</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqcxAYUfeRaLajZwb1Xs-CMDcJRgThtamAswg7kWcm_8OK9cC5aJtc3Ny-LhjtgOi7TT1fyuAZTOWMoiGIoXqSWV0XXWs0nNgFyoFbahIuHK9yEMYKtlHLHkP6VbWcGm0AU2dZyHed5U/s1600-h/Nia-Copy-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 96px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLqcxAYUfeRaLajZwb1Xs-CMDcJRgThtamAswg7kWcm_8OK9cC5aJtc3Ny-LhjtgOi7TT1fyuAZTOWMoiGIoXqSWV0XXWs0nNgFyoFbahIuHK9yEMYKtlHLHkP6VbWcGm0AU2dZyHed5U/s320/Nia-Copy-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280043637578360658" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">"This appreciation is aimed for whoever still having lucky certain love relations, have millions memories and billions stories behind it. Possibly also had something's overturned of</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">the date figure?</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:85%;"> Let us know what your unforgotten periods have!</span><span style="font-size:85%;">"</span></span><br /><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><strong>RULES :</strong></span> 1. Everyone who get this award are obliged to write their recent love story & these rules in their new post.<br />2. Everyone who get this award are obliged to tag 7 of your friends who have an unique love story to be shared then they must do what you do as well.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><strong>NOTES : </strong></span>These award are <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">under license of Cindy Perdana Computeria & Fediani Putri Andarini</span> so you must certify that you have the right to distribute & you do not violate the rules. Contact person: Cindy (candle) /Fediani (hana)</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">*****</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Oh my, okay, should I REALLY write about my recent love story? :)) Everything is getting more and more surreal than EVER. Ah... never mind. This might be <span style="font-style: italic;">healthy</span> for my own sake...</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">I've written about my "dillemma" between my feelings for my Edward Cullen and Jacob Black, haven't I (we'll just put those 2 names as "Edward" and "Jacob", kay.)? Well, Jacob <span style="font-weight: bold;">was</span> my boyfriend... and by putting <span style="font-style: italic;">"was"</span>, it DOES mean that we've broken up. I broke him up. The reason was not because of Edward though... How cruel I am, if I broke my Jacob up ONLY because of Edward!!! Actually, it was because... I didn't feel well with my relationship with Jacob. It made me feel restless... I never thought of myself as a, hmm, the best girl out there... But, I made a prayer during Ramadan month, hopefully I could find peace for myself... and then, after thinking a while, guess breaking up was the best way. My Jacob could understand my reason well; glad to know him, seriously. However, I still think... I want to find peace with myself... so, I hope being friends would be the best, and healthiest, "escape" we (or myself) could find. Hope he doesn't have any hard feelings on me, since I don't want to become his "enemy".</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Done with my Jacob. Now about my Edward. Too surreal...</p><p style="text-align: justify;">December 6: Eventually ended up going out with him, because he said he wanted to see how I drove my car.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">December 7: I ended up watching <span style="font-style: italic;">Twilight </span>with him. Because one of my besties whom I had promised to watch <span style="font-style: italic;">Twilight </span>with, wanted to see the movie with her boyfriend.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">December 8: Ended up going out with him, because I wanted to find the dealer of Hyundai... and perhaps, <span style="font-style: italic;">we</span> could pick Edward's crush up at the Adi Sutjipto airport (yes, I do know that Edward's got a crush on someone).</p><p style="text-align: justify;">December 10: Only saw him for a while... but he said actually he had wanted to drive me home (although I indeed brought my car to campus).</p><p style="text-align: justify;">December 13: Eventually going out for a dinner with him.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">December 14: One of my confidantes, actually with my permission, told Edward about what I had felt (and thought) about him. I HAVE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THIS KIND OF... "revelation". Never thought to let Edward knew about my feelings either...</p><p style="text-align: justify;">December 15: Weird. Bizzare. Surreal. When we met, all we could do was only laughing.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">I know, I should cherish these past 10 days... all my "love" problems had been solved... untangled... and I do think I should've felt really relieved! (I AM relieved... for everything!). Yet, don't know, no matter how I do realize everything was real... Things were going on too fast, too quickly... (far) beyond what I've ever imagined... in, actually, a good, nice, way! I should've been grateful, shouldn't I? (Yes, I DO feel grateful). But... I guess... I need to take another firm grip on my reality... Ah... yes, those days were real... I wasn't dreaming... But still, those days look so surreal for me, my current self...</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Done with my Edward. And done finishing my homework.</p><p style="text-align: center;">*****</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Nisa wants to <span style="font-weight: bold;">tag</span>:</p><p style="text-align: justify;">1. <a href="http://shining-wings.blogspot.com/">Alex</a></p><p style="text-align: justify;">2. <a href="http://farrahsatiti.blogspot.com/">Farrah</a></p><p style="text-align: justify;">3. <a href="http://drluna.blogspot.com/">Kak Luna </a></p><p style="text-align: justify;">4. <a href="http://ramdaffe.wordpress.com/">Ramda</a></p><p style="text-align: justify;">5. <a href="http://itsnotalamestory.blogspot.com/">Winda</a><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">6. <a href="http://makeyoustronger.blogspot.com/">Neno</a><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">7. <a href="http://pianisaneh.blogspot.com/">Dama</a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">~fin~</span><br /></p>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-54766797500941318912008-12-11T23:58:00.007+07:002009-01-18T18:47:38.116+07:00Karenai Hana<div style="text-align: center;">A random post, really. Here's the song of my mood right now. Thanks to <a href="http://www.animelyrics.com/anime/fullmetalpanic/karenaihana.htm">AnimeLyrics</a> for providing the transliteration and translation of the song.<br /><br />*****<br /><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/S76dxevCWM/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/S76dxevCWM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br /><a href="http://www.imeem.com/jadecurtiss/music/7xd3fEm-/shimokawa_mikuni_karenai_hana_2008_version/">Karenai Hana - Shimokawa Mikuni</a></object><br /><br /><pre style="font-style: italic;" class="lyrics"><span style="font-size:100%;">Kokoro ni, chiisana, hana ga, saiteru,<br />Kimi kara, moratta, karenai hana ga,<br />Shinjiru koto mo, kowagaranai kurai,<br />Tsuyoku nareta kara...</span></pre><pre class="lyrics"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span>Kimi ni aete, ureshikatta...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Tsunaida te ga, hokoridatta,<br />Ima wa, betsubetsu no sora, miagete itemo,<br />Hora, arukeru...hitori demo...<br /><br />Kanashii, toki hodo, warau, watashi o,<br />Nani mo, iwanai de, daite kureta ne,<br />Koori tsuita douaga, sotto hiraku you na,<br />Sonna, kigashita yo...<br /><br />Kimi ni aete, ureshikatta...<br />Kodoku sae mo, wakachi aeta,<br />Ima mo, kono sora no shita, tsunagatte iru to,<br />Sou, omoeru...hanarete mo...<br /><br />Arigato mo, ienakatta...<br />Yakusoku sae, dekinakatta,<br />Dakedo, ano hi to onaji, kaze ga fuitara,<br />Mata, kanarazu...aeru yo ne...<br /><br />Kimi ni aete, ureshikatta...<br />Tsunaida te ga, hokoridatta,<br />Ima wa, betsubetsu no sora, miagete itemo,<br />Hora, arukeru...hitori demo...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">*****</span><br /><br />A small flower is blooming inside my heart,<br />The unwithering flower you gave to me,<br />I was able to believe strongly enough in myself,<br />So I'm not afraid anymore...<br /><br />I was happy meeting you,<br />And proud of our holding hands,<br />Even though we look up to different skies now,<br />See? I can walk on my own now...<br /><br />I laugh more during sad times,<br />To hide the pain I feel inside,<br />But you hugged me gently without saying a thing<br />I felt as if it were like opening a door frozen in ice...<br /><br />I was happy meeting you,<br />Even though I could only share my loneliness,<br />Even though we're separated now,<br />I still feel that we're somehow connected under this sky...<br /><br />I didn't say thank you...<br />I couldn't even promise...<br />However, like on that day, if the wind blows<br />Then I know we will surely meet again...<br /><br />I was happy meeting you,<br />And proud of our holding hands,<br />Even though we look up to different skies now,<br />See? I can walk on my own now...<br /><br />*****<br /><br /></pre><div style="text-align: justify;">Thank you very much. I'm relieved...<br /></div></div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-32813046018851507152008-12-09T21:04:00.020+07:002008-12-16T00:55:32.699+07:00About Me!!!<div style="text-align: justify;">After having quite an exhausting day today, I decided that it might be okay for me to browse the internet for a while. Then, when I was checking my blog, I saw that I had been tagged by <a href="http://diana-ang.blogspot.com/">Diana</a>. Ah, let's do this "homework" then! :D<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">The rules are simple. Use Google Image to search the answers to the questions below. Then you must choose a picture in the first page of results, and post it as your answer.” After that tag 7 People.</span></span></p>the age of my next<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> birthday<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxPjQaOunjgZPhlNZvsCFXaKPq3lAkTDBq8oqZ4cIKFQBUpFsRFPeU34m69F1uHrHSbtCX5ukFMrMMSJyQeT0lFlxW3M2SKC8pwv7g75sfR8pE_mRCzmLh7n0kHB58XtOx5d9zwV1xicI/s1600-h/1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxPjQaOunjgZPhlNZvsCFXaKPq3lAkTDBq8oqZ4cIKFQBUpFsRFPeU34m69F1uHrHSbtCX5ukFMrMMSJyQeT0lFlxW3M2SKC8pwv7g75sfR8pE_mRCzmLh7n0kHB58XtOx5d9zwV1xicI/s320/1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278512283692647522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span>a place I'd like to<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"> travel<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgr5pDQM20wMatByiJO8MTY6ryECduWZekav-TPl7vghXsgSsh3CTcxYvT_AQ1sgZNcjkXUZDfAUo1U0zZxBo9EE9Vy58tdouGUloVMrW5CedNaCTUx-lRUm8_5oKPEc95xjMPWw7NR4/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgr5pDQM20wMatByiJO8MTY6ryECduWZekav-TPl7vghXsgSsh3CTcxYvT_AQ1sgZNcjkXUZDfAUo1U0zZxBo9EE9Vy58tdouGUloVMrW5CedNaCTUx-lRUm8_5oKPEc95xjMPWw7NR4/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278512285990765970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span>a favourite <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">place<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE3wBpQB7NzzZwYTotAriyBz1FHyiNWg67pIV5msA9ZLG2nuGwepy3MGVGcQUBOngalcD3DXCFPioIGm7S-kpRDULg411VuNUhDppjUAG5vglBUnBwsKeU4cpgD9SNdpc2MgVvdyi2CCY/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE3wBpQB7NzzZwYTotAriyBz1FHyiNWg67pIV5msA9ZLG2nuGwepy3MGVGcQUBOngalcD3DXCFPioIGm7S-kpRDULg411VuNUhDppjUAG5vglBUnBwsKeU4cpgD9SNdpc2MgVvdyi2CCY/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278512287487800610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span>a favourite <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">food<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNuSIOaDAcE7Qq2zGY1I4rVCzl8o7pV-sjEfZiczHREhja2LFwQNewg_uGjnJ2FweNpa77Lp8jxRPY9a67eTAesmaas5C8_znFmcJsAV6g5VAzO0kmVF7-uMqkOhk-GTkMrCqz98dWTc/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNuSIOaDAcE7Qq2zGY1I4rVCzl8o7pV-sjEfZiczHREhja2LFwQNewg_uGjnJ2FweNpa77Lp8jxRPY9a67eTAesmaas5C8_znFmcJsAV6g5VAzO0kmVF7-uMqkOhk-GTkMrCqz98dWTc/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278512291248520546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span>a favourite<span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> thing<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRqv2BgmDkWSzi7f2MPq6Vd0OMYxT2w3FltJGhOB8c7IXEOF2Ihs0qRJMKbMx-BeXOf5MVbLrxiNwY845OQ0rT36ti_ZuCWISly0bSMPJWtsOxQ3IOgc2m3SMZsCmekGf2IB6YcVatsk/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRqv2BgmDkWSzi7f2MPq6Vd0OMYxT2w3FltJGhOB8c7IXEOF2Ihs0qRJMKbMx-BeXOf5MVbLrxiNwY845OQ0rT36ti_ZuCWISly0bSMPJWtsOxQ3IOgc2m3SMZsCmekGf2IB6YcVatsk/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278512293832572082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span>a favourite <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">colour<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYNnfFuC1x_rNFlemOKdxJaQWvNikbhU6tHTSCS1haXGkNZaaAW3exM72cjhsLPLOhGdzwTm2_jgr0O6F_5PgXnAKzB-Dbkmy9yPsdigIXlLmdLI-F7P8Zz9iluOcAiKN9BnDt1B7-qhA/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYNnfFuC1x_rNFlemOKdxJaQWvNikbhU6tHTSCS1haXGkNZaaAW3exM72cjhsLPLOhGdzwTm2_jgr0O6F_5PgXnAKzB-Dbkmy9yPsdigIXlLmdLI-F7P8Zz9iluOcAiKN9BnDt1B7-qhA/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278512638884539522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span>a city I was <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">born<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq698OoJIx21AArBPogOretXVrCzuFqd-KMhBcQ3knkZ8gyPGwiXRzUmbm05y-i5Eejh2gmQmfL1fmI1FLXTgvsPMVY7EETqXZq5ookEasjjI_x9qu897IiU-TzzHSnSxRupo1sOq-r9A/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq698OoJIx21AArBPogOretXVrCzuFqd-KMhBcQ3knkZ8gyPGwiXRzUmbm05y-i5Eejh2gmQmfL1fmI1FLXTgvsPMVY7EETqXZq5ookEasjjI_x9qu897IiU-TzzHSnSxRupo1sOq-r9A/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278512646245571442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span>a city that u have ever <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">lived </span>in<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSAgwXDZIZhnXeptRRGXBj1SOu7RdfHFqCzxGXQSeM2tu6KkrBFDARxHxYhAzf_9VI4wAaZTxJPKEjIYU893qQrBFRd6JC0neOfFbMNj34IvQZ8ErwrFS0bW3qiQzRclIWur80oRyqw2w/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSAgwXDZIZhnXeptRRGXBj1SOu7RdfHFqCzxGXQSeM2tu6KkrBFDARxHxYhAzf_9VI4wAaZTxJPKEjIYU893qQrBFRd6JC0neOfFbMNj34IvQZ8ErwrFS0bW3qiQzRclIWur80oRyqw2w/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278512651901926898" border="0" /></a><br /><br />a <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">nickname</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> </span>I had<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho08sXb-UFcqQVrz0VVatxKjAjCVArwayNuwsSFmcpWn-275l7RsJa8NtQ51Soa1mdhtfis8C8X121rufBPrvPxbM5eUob49p9TZ4o0Pff-OPP7eYup9GBy6paRv1YL5sS8fjbNJiCu_E/s1600-h/9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho08sXb-UFcqQVrz0VVatxKjAjCVArwayNuwsSFmcpWn-275l7RsJa8NtQ51Soa1mdhtfis8C8X121rufBPrvPxbM5eUob49p9TZ4o0Pff-OPP7eYup9GBy6paRv1YL5sS8fjbNJiCu_E/s320/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278512656471461650" border="0" /></a><br /><br />college <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">major<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdNmdB0j1TWYYnZ_wsSir5_FOHoBp3wI1E43dNQnYi4686JERsTcUh3S4ymGJf0_ggggBoU_2QeMisHV2GplLmvXTjp0cncqVuWtDAyjThgOvFwdA4ltghMul3uEJuxLvsLl2HXkffL8/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdNmdB0j1TWYYnZ_wsSir5_FOHoBp3wI1E43dNQnYi4686JERsTcUh3S4ymGJf0_ggggBoU_2QeMisHV2GplLmvXTjp0cncqVuWtDAyjThgOvFwdA4ltghMul3uEJuxLvsLl2HXkffL8/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278512656941676754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span>name of my <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">love<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZBRnLrOUYUFB4ujwZ39UK9H5IYycFiF38Ph9L4rMqyA6SkkZ3D8EfCbjrtZCktrN3uAZWvEjflt9efkdwTyAq0qNRoWRmnb9Vwxx2Ye0MmulDAqvgRRCOEnMSB2EwVbQKBV9I9gdleg/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZBRnLrOUYUFB4ujwZ39UK9H5IYycFiF38Ph9L4rMqyA6SkkZ3D8EfCbjrtZCktrN3uAZWvEjflt9efkdwTyAq0qNRoWRmnb9Vwxx2Ye0MmulDAqvgRRCOEnMSB2EwVbQKBV9I9gdleg/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278513160507803954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span>a bad <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">habit<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHXBCxKeqZEM260ahPdK8gCL8tt3x1tYN0MPR-cPMfne7-0caYZaVc0XKEggYi23Wk6iRh4dTFPb9Q8ea288SPFDk76geXFH1EtIbSLAkS4CtQrtKfJMGitXueXaq7c9tQykIFDdyOY_Y/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHXBCxKeqZEM260ahPdK8gCL8tt3x1tYN0MPR-cPMfne7-0caYZaVc0XKEggYi23Wk6iRh4dTFPb9Q8ea288SPFDk76geXFH1EtIbSLAkS4CtQrtKfJMGitXueXaq7c9tQykIFDdyOY_Y/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278513162674755250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span>a <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">hobby<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRInO3Iauh_CGGm8tOGqs6E7hT2yjyCU56jr-_FRmXRz1wv4k_z7VwbmdoUJfgwcFwsiJNjeaQa3dYJoLcjhYnONugM0hRh1cYkTtGgeS9StiG5o2U0KLnppSrKweZWuP1mKRYhJN7Qk/s1600-h/13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRInO3Iauh_CGGm8tOGqs6E7hT2yjyCU56jr-_FRmXRz1wv4k_z7VwbmdoUJfgwcFwsiJNjeaQa3dYJoLcjhYnONugM0hRh1cYkTtGgeS9StiG5o2U0KLnppSrKweZWuP1mKRYhJN7Qk/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278513168003968466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">wishlist</span> (3)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAh9M_iZU96o1ohSeFBuc413iEjT5gu5jILT-ZkPHgRCXLKk2XiRBWAhyJZj2j2_k-wt02t2i5_IZlHd4S_TjVke2simkooWx6oaxKor1yAbZATRglJa7D5a32UY96CChxgba-e3FS2jM/s1600-h/07.toyota.yaris.340.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZsjhyphenhyphenRpEOCFxrGFBcZSeWmLjR-4RirLV2pfqjJB2B7dDCfz94kO6-DIo_4uO-JFld-ldcIbdAclYDvFGzFilrmYdvf3vr-qstNzQTXAaeEwK4zxNoWVxOv6uDEBQyL-wlmLQRrgNp3nA/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278513174664451810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">My tagged friends are...<br />1. <a href="http://adrianhasdi.blogspot.com/">Kak Adrian</a><br />2. <a href="http://satriothorpe.blogspot.com/">Satrio</a><br />3. <a href="http://taufiqihsan3.wordpress.com/">Ican</a><br />4. <a href="http://9alta.blogspot.com/">My little sister</a><br />5. <a href="http://senjakalafajar.blogspot.com/">Wrin</a><br />6. <a href="http://pianisaneh.blogspot.com/">Dama</a><br />7. <a href="http://www.liverpool-corner.blogspot.com/">Diana temennya Dinda</a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">So guys, please do this "homework". :P<br />Ciao<br /></span></div></div></div></div></div></div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-10664887759378374562008-12-07T20:25:00.011+07:002008-12-07T23:41:36.838+07:00Twilight the Movie.. and else<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1vF-ql_br8o9m81LKuRa_b3dp8XG4kM02ZU8YaU-Db8F8x4uKxPyGFitz6Ni52R0sMgxV-D-W4C0PD2rKQUJoq_z0EZU7pP-oC-H4Wuqw9Hu9cNjqvSoKUnCIUnXifdmoAktfcEnrWw/s1600-h/021908_twilight1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk1vF-ql_br8o9m81LKuRa_b3dp8XG4kM02ZU8YaU-Db8F8x4uKxPyGFitz6Ni52R0sMgxV-D-W4C0PD2rKQUJoq_z0EZU7pP-oC-H4Wuqw9Hu9cNjqvSoKUnCIUnXifdmoAktfcEnrWw/s320/021908_twilight1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277081687690441186" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So, I was finally able to watch <span style="font-style: italic;">Twilight</span> today, at Studio 21 Plaza Ambarrukmo, at the 11:00 show. This movie had gotten its premiere in Yogyakarta on December 3, 2008. Sure, by the time I found out it had been shown on the cinema here, I directly wanted to watch the movie, yet, I had still gotten block exams until December 5, and I didn't want my "craziness" over Twilight ruined my exams (by watching a movie instead of studying). Initially, I wanted to watch it with a friend of mine, Nadia, who has been sort of "intoxicated" by me to become a Twilight fan, but she went back home to Bekasi right after we finished our last exam; she'd come back to Jogja tomorrow though, on Idul Adha. She told me, it would be okay if I watched the movie first, without her. I first answered that I would still watch the movie with her -it was our plan all along- but she then asked what if we watched the movie with her boyfriend, would that be okay? Nahh, after she asked me so, I thought it might've been better if I didn't watch it with her. Fortunately, well, I was able to find another companion to watch the movie. Niiiiice! So I went to the Plaza and watched the first Twilight show on the cinema (there were 2 studios that showed Twilight).<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Since I've read plentiful of reviews on the internet before Twilight The Movie premiered here, I had had sort of "preparation" on what I might perceive about the movie. And the reviews were really mixed; I totally wondered on which side I would put myself into. Well, here's my opinion, as a LOVER of Twilight Sagas (finished reading book 1-3, currently reading book 4, have got both Indonesian & English version of book 1-3 and English version of book 4) about the movie.<br /><br />So far, I think Twilight The Movie was REALLY GOOD, due to the fact, so far (for me), I guess the story was the closest movie-adaptation-from-a-book I could find. Almost all of the "major" plots were put into the movie. Except, well, I guess they really missed the story when Bella passed out on Biology class because there was a practical session about blood types... I guess that chapter was quite a "major"one. I can't ask for more... Yes, the novel is STILL better than the movie, it isn't easy you know, putting a first-observer-point-of-view-novel into an almost 2 hours movie. But the movie was good, beyond my expectation, fulfilling what I've been looking for, on visualizing my fav (love) story.<br /><br />Now about the characters. I think Kristen Stewart had potrayed Isabella Swan perfectly. She's quite a Bella in my mind. :D So do Billy Burke (Charlie Swan), Ashley Greene (Alice Cullen), Kellan Lutz (Emmet Cullen), Peter Facinelli (Carlisle Cullen), Taylor Lautner (Jacob Black), Anna Kendrick (Jessica Stanley), Michael Welch (Mike Newton), Elizabeth Reaser (Esme Cullen), and Justin Chon (Eric Yorkie); they quite fitted for their roles in my mind. I also totally ADORED the Cullens' house! Hahahaa... In fact, the Cullens' house in the movie was WAAAAAAAAAY much better than the one in my thought. :P<br /><br />I enjoyed its soundtracks also. I think they had put nice soundtracks to the movie also.<br /><br />Those are what I enjoyed most about the movie. Now, I'm gonna write about what I didn't like about the movie.<br /><br />1. ANY novels in the Twilight sagas (including, of course, TWILIGHT ITSELF/the first novel) are supposed to be ROMANTIC! Somehow, I found myself laughing too many times when I watched the movie. The movie was just too... "funny", in a weird-yet-pleasing way.<br /><br />2. Edward Cullen is supposed to be COOLER, MORE... oh my, MESMERIZING, etc., NOT whiney. He was just... less irresistible in the movie. And I really didn't like (though I laughed) Edward in the biology class scene... He was supposed to RESTRAIN himself from killing Bella (since his eyes were black, it meant that he was thirsty), not looked NAUSEATED!!! Peace. ^^v Well, however, I think Robert Pattinson was charismatic indeed.<br /><br />3. Rosalie Hale (Nikki Reed) and Victoria (Rachelle Lefevre)... I think their casts should've been switched. Miss Lefevre was stunning... and Rosalie is supposed to be stunningly beautiful. While Victoria is supposed to be... homicidal... beauty to kills... and Miss Reed seemed to be able to "feel" and play such an antagonistic role beyond average.<br /><br />4. The special effects. Somehow, the special effects looked UNclass! The effects were, somehow, "cheap". The fighting scenes were also... somewhat "weird". And I totally DISLIKE how the flashbacks were shown... weeeeeiiiiirrd!<br /><br />5. <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bella's Lullaby</span></span>!!! How come they RUINED such a supposedly-beautiful-and-sweet love song, that was made by YOU for YOUR LOVER into... sort of a "weird" song? I feel sad. I hope Robert Pattinson, or Edward Cullen, could've played a lovelier Bella's Lullaby... I heard Rob actually had made his own version of the song, yet, they didn't put the song as a soundtrack of the movie. :(<br /><br />OVERALL:<br />From 1 to 10 scale (1: totally hate it, 10: totally love it), I guess <span style="font-weight: bold;">I'll give Twilight a 7,5</span>. ;) It's a scale made by a HUGE FAN of the TWILIGHT SAGAS NOVELS though.<br /><br />LOTS of my friends, who haven't read the novels, said they really LOVED the movie, so I guess, <span style="font-weight: bold;">for non-book readers, the scale might be higher.</span> :P<br /><br />It's the best movie-adaptation I've seen so far (read: satisfied the book lovers).. and many of the casts were suitable for their roles. Yet, the movie was sort of... funny... less romantic than the books.And they could've given much better special effects, I suppose.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, and Carlisle Cullen/Peter Facinelli & Mike Newton/Michael Welch were REALLY HANDSOME!!! Ah, how I love them! Team Cullen & Newton! Hahaha.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">~You are </span>exactly <span style="font-style: italic;">my brand of heroin.~</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKTi0Ow95HE78Sr-MypId-b5mo59-Jq67s5zbZXz_NVtwvhgPLkLB8Wp9CWRBX8EthHuQSZD3dFqppzIOMZwmjHxz2LBPQTJsKaHxQvfOxZznC6HAR4meCo4x9uXPUC1VCfJufjFXfVs/s1600-h/twilight1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUKTi0Ow95HE78Sr-MypId-b5mo59-Jq67s5zbZXz_NVtwvhgPLkLB8Wp9CWRBX8EthHuQSZD3dFqppzIOMZwmjHxz2LBPQTJsKaHxQvfOxZznC6HAR4meCo4x9uXPUC1VCfJufjFXfVs/s320/twilight1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277081946061912018" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Terakhir, selamat hari raya Idul Adha, teman-teman. :D<br /></div></div></div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-26862160561161404052008-12-04T23:30:00.004+07:002008-12-05T00:37:54.569+07:00Tertidur di Atas Sajadah<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWw33kqJ7tN4iCp2_NwUmw_IdebAWt2oOjAps_ORBceewIPn0Ae78JFxJwkGXj10g5MflnjFFrg9peEjBn-DXbokfw3cJ7dEbFjaB8mWcLXDh4GIGf1vN2EyqHzlP0Uaxe8kM8QUHCwco/s1600-h/sajadah.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWw33kqJ7tN4iCp2_NwUmw_IdebAWt2oOjAps_ORBceewIPn0Ae78JFxJwkGXj10g5MflnjFFrg9peEjBn-DXbokfw3cJ7dEbFjaB8mWcLXDh4GIGf1vN2EyqHzlP0Uaxe8kM8QUHCwco/s320/sajadah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275977383159119362" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I found this blog entry when I was randomly browsing my friends' blog. Through links and links, I ended up finding <a href="http://el-81-itb.blogspot.com/2008/11/tertidur-diatas-sajadah.html">this</a> story. It's such a thought-provoking story, that I think I'd like to share (and perhaps, getting opinions) to all of you. Initially, I wanted to (re)publish this post tomorrow, after I've done my final exam. Yet, <a href="http://pianisaneh.blogspot.com/">a friend of mine</a> became curious to know what kind of story it is. Plus, I just read <a href="http://senjakalafajar.blogspot.com/2008/12/fragmen-kepribadian.html">Wrin's latest entry</a> and it has got the same essence I'd like to share. Enjoy.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">" Bang....!!! " terdengar suara teriakan dibalakang Muktar. Dia menoleh kebelakang. Nampak seorang wanita berjilbab melambaikan tangan kearahnya. Dia hentikan sepedanya. Wanita itu berlari mendekatinya" Aku ikut dengan mu, Bolehkan, Tar ? " Wanita itu berusaha menyembunyikan wajahnya dibalik hijabnya. Muktar mengangguk sambil tersenyum. Dengan hati hati wanita itu naik keatas sepeda tanpa berusaha menyentuh tubuh Muktar. Sepeda melaju. Udara pagi itu sangat cerah. Apalagi ketika mereka melintasi lereng bukit yang dikiri kanannya kebun membentang dalam kehijauan. Benar benar nikmat Allah menciptakan seisi alam.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">" Sof " Muktar menyebut nama wanita yang dipanggilnya sof. Nama lengkapnya adalah Sofiah. " tak baik kamu ikut bonceng sepeda dengan aku. Apa kata orang nanti.? Tentu ayah mu akan marah. Belum lagi teman teman sekolah akan mentertawakan kamu" Kata Muktar sambil mengayuh sepedanya. "</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ayahku sedang kejakarta. Aku tidak peduli orang mau ngomong apa. Aku lebih senang kesekolah tanpa mobil. Tanpa sopir yang selalu mengawasiku. Aku ingin seperti kamu, Tar. Bolehkan. ? " Kata Sofiah</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">" Tentu boleh. Tapi mengikuti nasehat dan kemauan orang tua adalah lebih baik untuk seorang wanita. "</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">" Ah kamu , sama saja dengan Ayah.." Muktar hanya terdiam. Dia dapat membayangkan wajah Sofiah merengut, tanda tidak setuju dengan nasehatnya. Dia bukan hanya kawatir tentang Sofiah yang akan dimarahin orang tuanya. Tapi juga dia kawatir nasip Ayahnya yang bekerja sebagai supir keluarga Sofiah. Tentu , akan mendapatkan damprat dari Ayah Sofiah , bila mengetahui Sofiah bergoncengan sepeda dengannya. Pilihan sulit tapi dia tidak berdaya.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dipelankannya sepeda dan kemudian berhenti. " Kenapa berhenti ! " Sofiah terkejut ketika Muktar turun dari sepeda. " Lebih baik kamu turun disini. Itu sekolah kita sudah nampak. Mengertilah. ." Kata Muktar terkesan menghiba. " Tidak! Ayo terus jalan" Sofiah setengah berteriak kepada Muktar, yang akhirnya tak berdaya untuk menolak keingain wanita itu.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Malamnya,.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">" Pang..." Tangan keras ayah muktar mendarat dipipinya. " Kamu memang anak tidak tahu diri. Tidak tahu diuntung. " Suara Ayahnya meninggi. Muktar hanya duduk diam dipojok dinding rumanya. " Berkali kali ayah bilang. Jangan turuti kemauan sofiah untuk pergi bersama mu kesekolah. Tapi kamu tetap saja bandel. Sadarkah kamu? Hidup keluarga kita tergantung dengan keluarga Sofiah. Ayah bisa berhenti bekerja kapanpun bila orang tuanya kehilangan kesabaran. Paham..! "</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Setelah itu Ayahnya pergi keluar rumah. Tinggalah Muktar terduduk di beranda rumah sambil menaham sakit kakinya terkena rotan dan juga pipinya tergurat merah bekas tamparan ayahnya. " Anakku.! Seru ibunya sambil membelai kepalanya " Jangan sedih dengan sikap Ayahmu. Kita orang miskin. Sabar ya nak..Kamu adalah anak kami satu satunya. Tempat kami berlindung diharai tua kelak. Kamu harus terus sekolah.Pekerjaan sebagai supir itu sangat berarti bagi Ayahmu untuk meneruskan cita citamu masuk universitas. " Muktar hanya tertunduk. Dia menyadari kegelisahan Ayahnya dengan sikap Sofiah yang kadang manja kepadanya. Walau diam diam , dia menaruh hati kepada Sofiah. Betap tidak, Sofiah yang cantik, terlahir dari keluarga kaya raya namun tetep rendah hati dan Sholeha. Tapi hasratnya itu ,dipendamnya dalam dalam. Dia tidak ingin bagaikan pungguk merindukan bulan. Hidup dalam angan angan adalah dosa. Bersikap realistis adalah kebijakan.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Belum lagi dia menamatkan SLA, ayahnya sudah tidak lagi bekerja dikeluarga Sofiah. Muktar menyadari bahwa ini adalah puncak dari sikap Sofiah sendiri yang sulit dilarang untuk berusaha dekat dengannya. Untuk membantu beban orang tuanya, Muchtar ikut membantu Ayahnya membuat anyaman dinding bambu untuk dijual. Ini dilakukannya setelah pulang sekolah. Tidak banyak uang yang dapat dihasilkan namun cukup untuk mereka tetap bertahan hidup. Sofiah pun sudah jarang bertegur sapa dengannya. Karena supir yang sekarang menggantikan Ayahnya , terkesan sangat protektive. Apalagi belakangan , Muktar mengetahui Sofiah semakin akrap dengan anak seorang pejabat. Teman sekelasnya. Namanya Danny. . Mereka memang nampak pasangan yang serasi. Nampak bahagia. Orang tua sofiah sangat mendukung hubungan ini. Terbukti , orang tua Sofiah mengizinkan Danny membonceng dengan vespa kesekolah.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lambat laun seiring semakin dekatnya Sofiah dan Danny , kemanjaan Sofiahpun kepadanya sirna sudah. Kalaupun bertemu disekolah hanya melempat senyum tanpa sapa. Namum , Muktar tetap tidak bisa membuang panah cinta yang sudah terlanjur menghujam hatinya. Dia mengharapkan Sofiah. Mengharapkan menjadi istri. Menjadi ibu dari anak anaknya. Mungkinkah. " bertemu karena Allah dan berpisahpun karana Allah. Jangan tenggelamkan hatimu karena cintamu pada manusia. Perkuatlah tali cintamu kepada Allah, maka Allah yang akan menjagamu. Pergilah merantau. Jangan tinggalkan Sholat. Jangan berzina, Jangan berjudi, Jangan minum alkohol. Berjalanlah dengan cara yang benar maka kamu akan sampai pada tujuan yang sebenarnya. " Demikian nasihat Ibundanya ketika Muktar akan pergi meninggalkan kampung halamannya untuk mengadu nasip dirantau</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lima tahun sejak tamat SLA. Muktar termenung dikoridor stasiun sambil memandangi orang yang lalu lalang sambil berharap ada yang menawar barang dagangannya. Sejak tamat SLA , muktar pergi merantau untuk melanjutkan sekolah keperguruan tinggi. Dua tahun setelah berjuang mandiri , barulah dia dapat masuk perguruan tinggi. Itupun bukanlah Universitas terkenal. Dia terima ini sebagai nikmat Allah dengan rasa syukur. Karena ada 99,8 % penduduk negeri ini , tidak mendapatkan kesempatan belajar kejenjang lebih tinggi. Dan dia mendapatkan kesempatan itu. Dalam kelelahan dan rindu akan kampung halaman serta ayah ibunya, dia larutkan dalam doa disetiap sholat tahajudnya. Walau tubuh kerempeng namun wajahnya berseri. Seorang wanita nampak jalan terhuyung keluar dari Kereta senja. Kemudian, tidak jauh dari tempat Muktar berdagang, wanita itu tersungkur. Muktar memperhatikan keaadaan wanita itu sejak turun dari kereta. Dengan cepat dia menghampiri wanita itu. Ditengah kerumunan orang banyak, Muktar mengambil inisiatif untuk membawa wanita itu kerumah sakit.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ketika sampai dirumah sakit , wanita itu langsung masuk ruang emergency. Tak berapa lama wanita itu siuman. Dokter mengatakan bahwa wanita itu sedang hamil muda. dan dalam keadaan shock berat. Disebagian tubuh wanita itu ada bekas penganiayaan. ..Tak berapa lama , polisi datang menginterogasi Muktar dan wanita itu. Tidak ada satupun kata yang keluar dari mulut wanita itu kecuali wajah cemas dan ketakutan yang selalu terpancar. Polisi terpaksa menjadikan Muktar sebagai tersangka kejahatan. Walau berkali kali dia menyatakan tidak bersalah dan hanya membantu wanita itu membawa kerumah sakit. Polisi tidak mempercayainya. Para saksi yang ada distasiun, tidak ada satupun yang bersedia membela Muktar. Muktarpun menjadi pesakitan. Terkurung dalam jeruji besi. Rasanya dia ingin menangis dengan kemalangannya berkumpul dengan para pelaku tindak kriminal.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Keesokan harinya. Muktar terkejut karena ada yang ingin bertemu dengannya. Polisi mengantarnya sampai keruang khusus untuk bertemu dengan tamunya. Dihadapannya, sudah ada seorang Pria dan wanita setengah baya. Mereka mengaku sebagai orang tua dari wanita yang sedang terbujur dirumah sakit.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">" Kami tidak akan menuntut kamu, asalkan kamu bersedia bertanggung jawab terhadap perbuatan kamu. Nikahi anak kami dan masalahnya selesai. " Kata ayah dari wanita yang sedang terbujur sakit. " Saya tidak mengenal anak bapak sebelumnya dan sampai sekarangpun, saya tidak tahu nama anak bapak. Demi Allah , Pak, Saya tidak melakukan apapun terhadap anak bapak kecuali menolong membawanya kerumah sakit. " Kata Muktar dengan lambat dan berharap bapak itu dapat mempercayainya. " Sudah! " Teriak Bapak itu dengan keras " Kamu jangan berdalih apapun. Anak saya sudah mengakui bahwa kamulah pelakunya. Terimalah jalan damai dari saya atau kamu saya bikin membusuk di penjara. " Muktar terdiam. Dia teringat pituah ibundanya.Semua telah dia lakukan dengan baik untuk menghindari zina tapi sekarang dia didakwa sebagai pezina yang harus menikahi wanita yang diperkosa oleh pezina. Adilkah ini ?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dia berada dalam prahara tersulit menguji keimanannnya. Menerima tawaran bapak itu, sama saja dia menikahi wanita yang sedang hami. Ini dosa besar. Sama dengan Zina. Tidak menerima, dia akan terhina dipenjara. Bukankah Nabi pernah bersabda bahwa wanita pezina akan menikah dengan pria pezina. Pezinakah dia ? 'Bagaimana ? " Bapak itu kembali bersuara lambat tapi tetap terkesan mengancam tanpa memberi dia pilihan apapun. Entah dari mana terdengar bisikan dari dalam hatinya " Nikahi wanita itu. Tetaplah berserah diri kepada Allah.. " Baik , Pak, Saya bersedia. " Muktar menjawab dengan getir sambil menahan tangis. " " Ya, Allah, setiap malam dalam tahajudku, dalam sholat ku, selalu aku memohon kepada Mu agar terhindar dari fitnah dunia. Aku tidak tahu rahasia apa dibalik peristiwa yang kualami. Kecuali aku harus menerima ini dengan ikhlas dan sabar. Andaikan ini merupkan kelemahanku, maka kuat kanlah aku. Andaikan , ini cobaan untuk ku maka sabarkanlah aku." Demikian doa Muktar didalam hati sambil menahan tangis. Pesta pernikahan berlangsung meriah. Semua yang hadir tersenyum cerah kecuai Muktar. Dia baru mengetahui nama wanita sebagai istrinya ketika hijab kabul. Nurmala. Itulah nama wanita itu. Tidak ada ibu dan ayahnya hadir dalam pernikahan ini. Karena dia tidak mau melibatkan orang tuanya dalam pernikahan palsu ini. Ketika malam pertama datang. Wanita itu tersenyum indah kepadanya. " Aku akui bahwa kamu adalah korban kebohongan ku. Aku akui bahwa kamu teraniaya dengan kesalahanku. Tapi , lindungilah aku dari kebodohan dan kelemahanku karena tergoda rayuan pria yang sangat kucintai dan akhirnya pergi meninggalkanku setelah mendapatkan keperawananku. Apalagi selama pelarianku bersama pria kekasihku, aku sempat dijadikan pemuas nafsu teman temannya sampai aku menderita. Tetaplah bersamaku sampai anak dalam kandungan ini lahir. Lindungilah aku dari fitnah dunia ini. Aku akan bertobat .... " Kata Nurmala. Muktar tetap diam. Namun dia menaruh iba terhadap Nurmala. Apalagi setelah Nurmala dapat berkata jujur dihadapannya. Nurmala adalah korban perkosaan yang dilakukan bukan oleh orang lain tapi oleh orang terdekat dalam hidupnya. Orang yang sangat dia percaya karena cintanya. Ini perkosaan yang banyak terjadi diera sekarang. Tidak ada kekerasan atau ancaman seperti layaknya perkosaan cara barbar , tapi menggunakan rayuan, magic word. Sama saja dengan PSK yang diperkosa setiap hari dengan menggunakan uang. Ini juga perkosaan dengan intimidasi psikis bagi wanita miskin yang memang butuh uang untuk hidup. Perkosaan jenis ini tidak tersentuh oleh hukum manusia. Tapi Allah tidak buta. Wanita , kadang kalau sudah menyangkut cinta, selalu irrasional. Apapun akan mereka lakukan untuk seseorang yang dicintainya. Makanya, Agama mengharamkan pria menggoda wanita dengan rayuan yang memabukkan. Wanita harus dilindungi dari parasaan cintanya untuk menuju kepernikahan halal secara Alquran dan Hadith " Saya tidak akan pernah menyentuh kamu. Ini tidak dibenarkan dalam agama menggauli wanita yang dinikahi ketika hamil. Saya akan melindungi kamu tapi tolong juga jangan sesatkan saya dengan perbuatan zina.' Kata Muktar. Nurmala menatapnya dengan seksama dan kemudian menangis. " walau baru sehari kamu saya kenal dekat , namun saya tahu betul bahwa hatimu sangat mulia. Saya akan bertobat dengan segala kebodohan saya. Saya akan hargai kehormatan kamu dihadapan Allah dengan tidak menggauli saya. Tolong rahasiakan ini dihadapan orang tua saya." Nurmala berusaha untuk memeluknya tapi Mukhtar cepat menghindar " Sebaiknya, kamu istirahat dan tidur. " Katanya sambil mengambil bantal dikasur untuk dia tidur dilantai. Nurmala menganguk sambil mengusap airmatanya. Keesokan paginya , Muktar bersiap untuk berdagang. Tapi orang tua Nurmala melarangnya. " Kamu tidak perlu lagi dagang distasiun. Harta kami lebih dari cukup untuk hidup tujuh keturunan.Selesaika n sajalah kuliahmu dan setelah itu bergabung dalam perusahaan kami. " Kata bapak mertuanya. Dalam keseharian Nurmala sangat santun kepadanya. Melayani semua kebutuhannya. kecuali ditempat tidur. Ketika malam datang, dia acap mendengar Nurmala merintih halus dalam tahajudnya. Terdengar suara memohon ampun kepada Allah. Wajah Nurmala itu tidak pernah lekang dari air mata dalam setiap sholatnya. Sesal yang tak bertepi. Setiap dikamar , Nurmala tidak pernah lepas dari hijap. Semua janjinya kepada Muktar diturutinya agar tidak terkesan menggoda. Dalam kesunyian malam didalam kamar megah , diatas sofa, Muktar menatap dinding kamar tapi pikirannyan kepada Sofiah. Dia masih merindukan sofiah. Mengapa Sofiah yang diharap , yang datang justru wanita lain dengan gelimang dosa sebagai pezina. Muktar kembali menarik nafas. Diliriknya Nurmala yang resmi menjadi istrinya tapi tidak syah secara agama, yang nampak terlelap diatas kasur empuk dalam keadaan berhijab dengan perut yang semakin membesar. Dua orang wanita yang hadir dalam hidupnya , telah membuat dia tergadai. Sofiah, cintanya yang tergadai tak bersatu dan Nurmala , dirinya tergadai demi membela kehormatan tanpa dia pernah bisa mencitai. *** Hampir dia tidak percaya ketika hendak masuk kedalam Super maket bersama Nurmala, dia menatap sosok wanita yang tak pernah hilang dalam pikirannya. Sofiah. Benarkah itu sofiah. Sofiah setengah berlari mendekatinya " Bang, Tar ? " Teriak Sofiah. " Ya , Aku Sof. bagamana kabar kamu ?" " Kabarku baik bang. Dua bulan setelah kepulanganku ke tanah air , aku menetap disini. Aku bekerja disini, bang. Abang gimana ? " Aku masih kuliah. Tahun depan selesai. Aku belum kerja " Kata Muktar. Dilihatnya Sofiah sempat melirik kearah Nurmala. Dia agak ragu untuk memperkenalkan Nurmala. Tapi Nurmala cepat tersenyum kearah Sofiah dan kemudian masuk kedalam super market tanpa memperkenalkan dirinya. Tinggalkan Muktar berdua dengang Sofiah. ' Kamu sudah menikah ? tanya Muktar " Denny, berengsek. Aku benci dia. Kami sudah putus sejak dua tahun lalu. " " Oh... Mereka sempat terdiam sesaat. " waita itu ? " tanya Sofiah kemudian. " Bukan siapa siapa" Entah mengapa Muktar menjawab spontan seperti itu. Tidak disadarinya Nurmala sudah ada dibelakangnya. Nurmala pasti mendengar apa yang dikatakannya. Pikirnya. Tapi dia abaikan. Sambil tersenyum kepada Sofiah. Sofiah seperti kembali ketika masa SLA dulu. Nampak manja dihadapan Muktar. Dia merasakan menemukan kembali Sofiah yang sebenarnya. " Ini kartu namaku. Telpon aku ya.." Kata Sofiah sambil tersenyum manja kepada Muktar. Mereka berdua tidak memperdulikan kehadiran Nurmala yang nampak diam seperti patung. Muktar pun tak ketinggalan pula memberikan nomor Hpnya. " Sofiah tentu beruntung sekali " Kata Nurmala ketika didalam kendaraan menuju pulang. " Apa masksud kamu ? " " Cantik, terdidik dan mempunyai jabatan bergengsi. Dia wanita terhormat " " Iya. " Muktar menjawab pendek, Pikirannya masih kepada Sofiah. Setelah pertemuan di Supar Market, Sufiah dan Muktar terus melakukan hubungan intensip. Suatu saat Sofah memberikan amplop warna pink kepada Muktar. " Terimalah amplop ini. Didalamnya ada surat. Itu surat dengan prangko lima tahun lalu yang tak pernah sempat aku kirim namun tetap aku simpan.Surat itu untuk mu.." Muktar membaca surat itu. Airmatanya berlinang " Akut tidak pernah mencintai Danny. Tapi hanya karena inigin membahagiakan ayah maka aku berusaha untuk mencintainya tapi tidak pernah berhasil Dia terlalu kasar kepadaku. Dia tidak pernah menghormati ku maupun orang tuaku karena Dia beranggapan usaha ayahku berhasil berkat dukungan ayahnya sebagai pejabat. Akhinrya, hubungan kami berakhir setelah Danny menikah dengan wanita lain." Sofiah terdiam sebentar sambil membuka kaca mata minusnya dan mengusap air matanya. " Akupun mencintaimu , Sof " Kata Muktar. Sofiah nampak tersenyum dan tertunduk. Hati mereka berbunga. Hari itu merupakan hari terindah dalam hdup mereka. Lima tahun terkungkung oleh ruang dan waktu, akhirnya bertemu untuk bersatu menuju mahligai rumah tangga. " Sejak kelas 1 SLA , aku sudah tertarik dengan mu. Kamu pria yang berhati mulai dan santun kepada orang tua. Kamu cerdas disekolah. Walau orang tua mu miskin namun kamu selalu menjadi bintang sekolah. Apalagi ketika kamu tampil menjadi juara tilawatil Quran. Sejak itu aku bermimpi mendapatkan kamu sebagai imamku. Doaku kini terkabulkan setelah melewati proses waktu yang panjag. Benarlah, kesabaran selalu membuahkan kemenangan dan kebahagiaan." Kata Sofiah yang membuat Mukhtar tersanjung dan bahagia. Mukhtar terasa melambung keatas awan dengan taburan bunga cinta dikepalanya. Tapi , dia sempat miris bila memikirkan Nurmala. Apa yang harus dikatakannya kepada Sofiah tentang hubungannya dengan Nurmala. Dapatkan Sofiah menerima kenyataan bahwa walaupuh Nurmala istrinya secara hukum namun secara agama tidak syah. Diapun tidak pernah menyentuh Nurmala. Lantas bagaiamana pula perasaan Nurmala yang selalu setia dan santun kepadanya dengan segala pengorbanan menjaga aqidahnya dari perbuatan zina. Disisi lain , Muktar pun menyadari bahwa perjalanan waktu, telah menimbulkan benih benih cinta didalam hati Nurmala kepadanya. Walau tak pernah disambutnya. Nurmala selalu hadir dengan senyum tanpa terkesan menggodanya. Disadari oleh Mukhtar , walau awalnya wanita ini telah menjebaknya dalam fitnah namun tidak ada alasan baginya untuk menyakiti perasaan Nurmala. Karena bukan tidak mungkin Allah telah memaafkan kesalahannya. Tapi , apakah mungkin memperistri wanita yang tidak pernah dicintainya ? Apalagi pezina,.. *** Tujuh bulan setelah pernikahan palsu itu, , Nurmala melahirkan . Bayi perempuan yang cantik. Muktar berusaha menampakkan wajah ceria layaknya seorang ayah sungguhan dihadapan mertuanya. Setahun berlangusng, wanita itu tidak pernah lepas dari janjinya. Tetap santun dan berhijap dihadapan Muktar. Sementara Mukhtar tetap menjalin cinta dengan Sofiah. Walau Nurmala mengetahui hubungan percintaanya dengan Sofiah tapi tidak pernah sekalipun mempermasalahkannya . Nampaknya Nurmala menyadari statusnya. Akhirnya suatu malam ketika usai Sholat Isya Nurmala berkata kepadanya " Abang, " Seru Nurmala. Muktar masih tetap diatas sajadahnya sambil berzikir. Dia agar terkejut ketika mendengar Nurmala memanggil namanya. " Ada apa ?" " Aku ingin bicara. Apakah abang berkenan mendengarnya" Kata Nurmala sambil tetap menundukkan kepalanya. Dia tidak ingin bertatap langsung lama lama dengan Muktar. Ini sesuai dengan janjinya untuk menjaga hubungan mereka tidak terjebak dalam zina.. " Bicaralah. Aku siap mendengar " Kata Muktar. " Anaku sudah lahir. Sekarang abang bebas pergi. Maafkan aku telah membuat abang menderita dengan keegoisanku sehingga abang terpenjara dalam pernikah palsu. Aku memang wanita hina dan kotor yang tak mungkin bersanding dengan abang yang sholeh. Abang berhak untuk mendapatkan yang terbaik. Dan tentu itu bukanlah aku. " Nurmala berkata tanpa emosi apapun. Dia nampak tegar. " Sebulan lalu , aku sempat bertemu langsung dengan Sofiah. Kami berbicara dari hati ke hati sebagai wanita. Abang begitu berharga bagi Sofiah. Dia sangat mencintai abang. Akupun tidak bisa berdusta dengan perasaanku kepada abang, bahwa aku sangat mencitai abang dan berharap menjadi istri abang. Aku ceritakan semua tentang hubungan kita dan juga kesucian abang yang tak pernah menyentuhku" Muktar terkejut mendengar kejujuran Nurmala. Namun dia nampak kawatir dengan sikap Sofiah setelah mengetahui cerita Numala. Akankah Sofiah mempercayainya. ? " Sofiah mempercayai semua kata kataku, bang. Karena dia kenal betul sifat abang yang sangat sholeh dalam beragama." Kata Nurmala seakan menangkap kekawatiran Mukhtar. " Nikahilah dia, bang, Dia sangat pantas mendapatkan cinta abang. " Kata Nurmala tanpa ekspresi apapun. Namun kemudian nampak dia membalikan tubuhnya membelakangi Muktar. Nurmala menangis. Muktar hanya dapat diam menyaksikan kegalauan perasaan Nurmala dengan kata katanya sendiri. " Abang tidak berhutang sesenpun terhadapku. Jusru aku yang tak pernah dapat membayar lunas segala kebaikan abang kepadaku. Kini , menikahlah dengan Sofiah dan tolong aku dimaafkan..." Kata Nurmala sambil mengusap airmatanya. Kemudian terdengar bayinya menangis. Nurmala berdiri , melangkah kearah ranjang bayinya. Dia memeluk bayinya dengan kasih. Tidak nampak sedikitpun dendam wanita ini kepada pria yang pergi darinya setelah meninggal aib dan dosa.. Kasihnya kepada bayinya tetap utuh tanpa cacat walau darah daging bayi itu dari pria yang telah menganiayanya. " Besok aku akan mengeluarkan talaq cerai secara resmi di KUA. Selanjutnya kita akan urus perceraian ini. Tidak ada yang perlu dimaafkan. Apa yang kulakukan semua ini karena ikhlas hanya untuk beribadah kepada Allah. Jaga dirimu baik baik. Aku berdoa semoga kamu akan mendapatkan pria yang dapat menjadi imam mu. " Kata Muktar tanpa berani menatap Nurmala. " Ya. Bang. Terimakasih atas semua keikhlasan abang. " Setelah itu, Mukhtar terlelap diatas sajadahnya. Dua orang pria perkasa berotot kawat datang menghampirinya. Pria itu membawanya kesuatu Istana yang megah namun istana itu tidak beratap. Dari atas istana tak beratap itu menerobos cahaya yang sangat panas. Yang sehingga membuat kulit Muktar hampir terbakar dan memerah. " Siapa pemilik Istana ini ? tanya mukhtar kepada dua orang pria kekar itu. " Ini adalah milikmu, sebagai ganjaran dari Allah atas segala amal kebaikanmu. Terutama karena kamu dapat menghindar dari perbuatan zina" " Tapi mengapa istana ini tidak beratap. Bagaimana aku dapat tinggal nyaman bila sinar matahari menerobos kedalam istana dengan panas menyengat" " Tadinya, istana ini beratap kokoh. Atapnya hilang karena kesombongan kamu dalam beribadah. Kamu begitu teguh menjaga aqidah tapi kamu melupakan kasih sayang kepada manusia. Wanita yang kamu tolong itu telah bertobat kepada Allah dan Allah telah pula mengampuninya. Tapi kamu abaikan semua keikhlasan wanita itu yang telah memberikanmu tempat berlindung, melayanimu, memberimu makan dan membiayai kuliahmu, hanya karena kamu lebih mengedepankan hawa nafsumu kepada wanita lain. Ditambah lagi , kamu tidak pernah berterima kasih dengan semua kebaikan wanita itu dan kamu tetap merasa sebagai pahlawan. Kamu sombong dalam beramal. Kamu bangga dengan aqidaymu, sehingga Kamu lupa hakikat islam tentang keikhlasan menerima takdir. Padahal setiap kamu melihat wanita itu sholat dan tahajud, sebetulnya Allah berdialogh dengan mu. Tapi kamu menulikan telingamu , membutakan hatimu, sehingga kamu lupa berteima kasih.. Orang yang tidak pendai berterima kasih adalah orang yang paling merugi diahirat kelak, Karena amal ibadahnya berterbangan dan menyiksanya dalam sesal tak berujung." " Oh...." Kerongkongan Muktar terasa panas dan tersekat. Dia berusaha memegang kerongkonganya untuk mengilangkan rasa panas. Dia berusaha berteriak keras.." ahhhhh" "Bang ..bang., .bangun , bangun , bang.." Nórmala berusaha menggoyang goyang bahunya untuk membangunkannya dari tidur. Muktar terjaga, dihadapannya nampak Nurmala dengan wajah kawatir memandangnya " Abang bermimpi , ya " "Ya, Nur.." Muktar baru menyadari bahwa dia tertidur dalam keadaan bersila diatas sajadahnya. Bersegera dia pergi berwudhu. Kemudian melakukan sholat Tahajud. Tidak jauh dari tempatnya sholat nampak Nurmalapun melakukan hal yang sama. Seusai Sholat, Muktar menghampiri Nurmala yng masih berhjab dalam pakain sholat nya. " Nur. Aku tidak perlu menalaqmu karena itu tidak ada gunanya. Toh kita pun secara agama tidak pernah syah sebagai istri. Biarlah ini menjadi rahasia keluarga mu dan Allah." Kata Muktar. " Maksud abang ? Nurmala terkejut. " Yang harus kita lakukan adalah berterus terang kepada orang tuamu tentang hal yang sebenarnya agar mereka bersedia menikahkan mu dengan ku kembali secara syah menurut agama.. Sehingga yang haram akan menjadi halal dalam hubungan kita sebagai suami istri yang diridhoi Allah." Nurmala nampak terkejut menatap wajah Mukhtar dan segera menunduk. " Abang...." Tangis Nurmala meledak. " ya..Nur ,,,aku akan menjadikanmu sebagai istriku. Bukan Sofiah. Aku akan menjadi imammu untuk membina keluarga sakinah mawadah, warrahamah." " Benarkah itu , bang.." Antara terdengar dan tidak suara Nur dalam isakan tangis. " Terimaksih , ya Bang. Abang telalu baik dan mulia hatinya. .Nur akan terus mengabdi untuk mendapatkan ridho suami agar Nur mendapatkan ridho dari Alalh pula. Bimbinglah Nur ..." Ketika usai sholat subuh, Muktar berdoa dalam sujudnya " Ya, Allah sesungguhnya aku adalah hambamu yang lemah dan zolim. Ilmu Mu teramat luas, seluas nikmat dan rahmatMu. Apapun ibadahku takakan pernah menandingi nikmat yang telah aengkau berikan kepadaku. Apapun ilmu yang kumiliki tak akan pernah sebanding dengan IlmuMu. Belas kasihanilah aku atas segala takdir yang telah engkau tetapkan. Tuntunlah aku dalam setiap langkahku untuk mencari ridhoMu. Limpahkanlah aku kekuatan dalam kesabaran dan keiklasan hanya karena untuk mendapatkan ridhoMu...Amin ya Allah.. Jodoh adalah kehendak Allah. Bukan tidak mungkin yang buruk menurut kita , justru itulah yang terbaik untuk kita. Rahasia Allah maha luas dari segala peristiwa yang hadir dalam hidup kita,. Yang pasti setiap peristiwa itu adalah cara Allah berdialog kepada kita. Keikhlasan menerima takdir dan tetap istiqamah untuk hanya beribadah kepada Allah adalah kunci untuk mendapatkan ridho Allah. Begitulah kebijakan yang mengalir kedalam kalbu Muktar untuk memperistri Nurmala dan melupakan cintanya kepada Sofiah. Hidup memang soal pilihan dan muktar telah berhasil memilih karena Allah.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So, what's your opinion about this story? For me, myself, I do believe that people CAN change, for better or for worse. What matters most is what we've GOT in the PRESENT! Not that I don't like to plan/think about my own future... It's just, well, PAST = HISTORY and FUTURE = UNKNOWN. We shouldn't be trapped with our (or others) past, since all is done, IS DONE. We can't change our past! Beside, future is totally unknown. All we can do to make our future (better) is by GIVING OUR BEST on everything we have in the PRESENT!!! That's why, I think what matters most is what we've got NOW, in the present.<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yesterday's a history, tomorrow's a mystery, and today's a gift. That's why it's called the present.</span><br /><br /></div>Ah, how I love that proverbs... Kita harus benar-benar memanfaatkan masa kini, giving our best, karena masa kini adalah suatu hadiah, kesempatan baru, yang diberikan ke kita. Ain't that sweet?<br /><br />Okay, people change. Dan sayangnya, people can be so judgmental upon others; first impression DOES important. Nah, kalau misalnya kita tau ada orang lain atau temen kita yang dulunya MEMANG... a bad person, tapi sekarang orang tersebut udah jadi a MUCH BETTER person (tobat misalnya, etc.)... mungkin kita masih nganggep temen kita itu "not good" pada awalnya. Tapi we should SUPPORT their intentions to become a good person! Lebih-lebih karena awalnya mereka "bad"... Maybe they haven't got strong foundations to be "good" either. Jadi kita harus mendukung banget mereka... supaya niat baik mereka ga disalahgunakan... ga "tercemar"...<br /><br />Gimana kalau awalnya temen kita itu orang yang baik tapi sekarang jadi orang yang buruk? Well, in that case, maybe we could try to remind them... how they used to live... Mereka kan dulu menjalani hidup yang "baik", pasti memori tentang masa-masa itu masih ada kan? Siapa tau, dengan kita tetep berada di sisi mereka, mereka bisa kembali jadi orang yang "baik"... However, I think we also need to be cautious if we hang around our "bad" friends. Sayangnya, yang sering terjadi tuh orang "baik" "mendekat" ke lingkungan yang "buruk" dan jadi ikut-ikutan buruk, jadi kita sebaiknya punya keteguhan hati juga kalau mau "mendekati" dan tetep menemani teman kita yang sekarang "not that good" itu...<br /><br />Last but not least. Jodoh. <span style="font-style: italic;">Wanita-wanita yang keji adalah untuk laki-laki yang keji, dan laki-laki yang keji adalah untuk wanita-wanita yang keji (pula), dan wanita-wanita yang baik adalah untuk laki-laki yang baik, dan laki-laki yang baik adalah untuk wanita-wanita yang baik (pula)... </span>(Q.S. An-Nuur: 26). Aku percaya jodoh adalah urusan Allah swt. dan aku juga percaya isi ayat tersebut... Tapi, belakangan aku kepikiran sesuatu. Apa orang-orang yang masa lalunya buruk (e.g. pernah melakukan zina, atau hamil di luar nikah, etc.), bisa mendapatkan jodoh/menikah dengan orang yang sangat baik? Ada temanku yang berpendapat, kita (seharusnya) dapet jodoh yang "setara" sama kita. Jadi, yaa, menurut temenku itu (bingung nulisnya gimana)... if you were a virgin, you were supposedly going to get another virgin as your spouse, as the one with whom you're married. Hmm... ga salah sih. Aku, sebagai orang "normal", pasti juga berharap bisa menikah dengan pria yang baik... dan, well, sama lah intinya, sama yang dibilang temanku itu. But still... kalau aku denger opini seperti ini terus, kasihan orang-orang yang udah "repent"... yang ga mau lagi mengulangi perbuatannya yang dulu (I bet people like this exists). Orang "normal" pasti lah pengen bisa menikah, hidup bersama, dengan pasangan yang baik... kalau begini, kesempatan "mereka" untuk mendapat pasangan yang "baik" hilang dong, due to their previous (bad) deeds?<br /><br />Jadi, kalau aku ditanya hal seperti ini... aku bakal jawab seperti yang sebelumnya ku tulis. I still think what matters most is what we're doing, what we're giving, at the moment, in the present. Kalau misalnya "mereka" udah tobat... banget... (and you know they do!) menurutku ga ada salahnya untuk kita untuk "bersama" dengan mereka... memaafkan masa lalu mereka. They've repent, and they MEANT their repentance. It depends on our own choice though, whom we'd like to married with. Kalau kita ga mau bersama orang-orang "seperti itu", it's okay. I just want to say that, in my opinion, these kind of people do deserve second chances in their lives...<br /><br />Ah, sayangnya, ilmuku tentang agama masih belum banyak. Still need to learn more (about my own religion)... Dan jodoh adanya di tangan Tuhan, di tangan Allah swt.. <span style="font-style: italic;">Wallahu 'alam bishawab.<br /><br /></span>What do you think? About this story, about my opinion?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*comments are welcome, really*</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div></div></div></div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-18790169904193768962008-12-03T22:23:00.009+07:002008-12-04T21:47:32.059+07:00If Your Life was a Movie, What Would Your Soundtracks Be?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnJj7XXtkaEytAG02COy8LMkx9IZIZI-RsgfK-W-bH9p2AZG3AGuvQfAaO0znZBueXOcZ-OcYTNAqSg0DlsERt2YsWgQ-0s15uEcw_itqSHtJVIWF7YflqzLHS-YhTH50_pG9xdmlzdzo/s1600-h/200506061741371.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnJj7XXtkaEytAG02COy8LMkx9IZIZI-RsgfK-W-bH9p2AZG3AGuvQfAaO0znZBueXOcZ-OcYTNAqSg0DlsERt2YsWgQ-0s15uEcw_itqSHtJVIWF7YflqzLHS-YhTH50_pG9xdmlzdzo/s320/200506061741371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275946569088773970" border="0" /></a><br />I first found this post on several people's blogs on Bebo (can't really list all their names here). Seems interesting (and since I feel a bit bored), I think it might be fun to find out what my soundtracks are. So, let's just see...<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Here's how it works:<br />1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)<br />2. Put it on shuffle<br />3. Press play<br />4. For every question, type the song that's playing<br />5. When you go to a new question, press the next button<br />6. Don't lie and try to pretend your cool... just type it in man!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> *****<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Opening Credits:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Houkiboshi</span> - Younha<br /><br />Waking Up:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Kokoro no Tegami</span> - BoA<br /><br />First Day At School:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My Boo</span> - Usher feat. Alicia Keys<br /><br />Falling In Love:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hakuna Matata </span>- Ernie Sabella/Jason Weaver/Joseph Williams/Nathan Lane (OST Lion King)<br /><br />Fight Song:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If You're Not The One (acoustic version) </span>- Daniel Bedingfield<br /><br />Breaking Up:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Crazy In Love</span> - Beyonce Knowles<br /><br />Prom:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Soulmate</span> - Kahitna<br /><br />Life:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Honey</span> - Chihiro (OST CardCaptor Sakura)<br /><br />Mental Breakdown:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Crazy</span> - Britney Spears<br /><br />Flashback<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Affirmation</span> - Savage Garden<br /><br />Getting Back Together:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wherever I Lay My Hat (That's My Home)</span> - Taylor Hicks<br /><br />Wedding:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Smack That</span> - Akon<br /><br />Birth of Child:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No Regret</span> - Kumi Koda<br /><br />Final Battle:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You Found Me </span>- Kelly Clarkson<br /><br />Death Scene:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Littlest Things</span> - Lily Allen<br /><br />Funeral Song:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">T-Shirt</span> - Destiny's Child<br /><br />End Credits:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Don't You Worry 'Bout A Thing</span> - John Legend<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">What a... "different" soundtracks! Hahaa, still interesting though. But I gotta review my Anatomical Pathology study, since tomorrow I'm gonna have an exam on that subject. xD So see ya, folks, and welcome Robbins & Cotran!<br /><br /></div></div></div></div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-46140901022783442342008-11-16T20:00:00.018+07:002008-12-04T22:21:58.649+07:00Twilight Movie Original Soundtracks!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW9I8H3OoJ9yn_uMhaA9u1Q3L-7MT7Rc11WzVXSB-Q74CLR6lUwww-SJvfMQCan_dLJo0Y3pm_mIfGMwUjCN9z5zhzKQ49ITF-XZ4PQJoGpOO2QP88fn88j6R8yH6Y3253rkL1eEi3Kvs/s1600-h/Twilight_soundtrack.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW9I8H3OoJ9yn_uMhaA9u1Q3L-7MT7Rc11WzVXSB-Q74CLR6lUwww-SJvfMQCan_dLJo0Y3pm_mIfGMwUjCN9z5zhzKQ49ITF-XZ4PQJoGpOO2QP88fn88j6R8yH6Y3253rkL1eEi3Kvs/s320/Twilight_soundtrack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275955444122267794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">First of all, I do know that tomorrow I'm gonna have an exam... Yet, guess I need some refreshment... Hahaha. I guess it would be okay for me if I write wee bit of things here.<br /><br />Anyway, here it goes. So, I've been a fan of Twilight Sagas for... dunno how long, several months for sure. And I have known, even before I first read the sagas, it would be made into a movie (I became curious about the saga because my American friends talked about this sagas A LOT -and the upcoming movie). Then I read the books and HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH THE STORY since then! Hahaa...<br /><br />I just realized that Twilight the Movie has already been in theatres, at least since today (or before). Haven't wanted to review the movie yet, since it hasn't been played in Yogyakarta's theatre -while I won't come back home until the Christmas-New Year holiday. I'd like to share my opinion about Twilight the Movie Soundtracks (but NOT the music score, hehe). Here it goes...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Muse - </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Supermassive Black Hole</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://1.e.2.x.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://1.e.2.x.aimini.net/play/?fid=X2e1ge8EraXFXeEq86Qy&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://1.e.2.x.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://1.e.2.x.aimini.net/play/?fid=X2e1ge8EraXFXeEq86Qy&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object></div><br /><br />Bet you all have heard this song... haven't you? One thing for sure... <span style="font-style: italic;">Supermassive Black Hole </span>is still such a catchy, easy-listening, upbeat song, to be heard. Love it! And I'm sure you DO love Muse...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Paramore - </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Decode</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://f.x.t.1.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://f.x.t.1.aimini.net/play/?fid=1TXfD5AT1P47lWS4OlyY&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://f.x.t.1.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://f.x.t.1.aimini.net/play/?fid=1TXfD5AT1P47lWS4OlyY&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object></div><br /><br />Well, I don't really listen to Paramore, actually, but I've seen several acts of the band... and, seriously, they are UNIQUE! Hayley Williams has given... dunno... "charms" to the band. And when I first saw <span style="font-style: italic;">Decode</span> video clip almost a month ago (3 weeks?), I felt as if the song was sung by Paramore (and I was correct)... and I really like the song also; it's really Twilight-ish. And again, in my opinion, Hayley has put some charms in this song. No doubt this song could become the no.1 single of the week...<br /><br />However, I prefer the acoustic version of the song though. What do you guys think?<br /><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://v.k.j.3.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://v.k.j.3.aimini.net/play/?fid=3jkvXzp7HhM2nL8eg198&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://v.k.j.3.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://v.k.j.3.aimini.net/play/?fid=3jkvXzp7HhM2nL8eg198&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. The Black Ghosts - <span style="font-style: italic;">Full Moon</span></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://z.x.z.7.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://z.x.z.7.aimini.net/play/?fid=7ZXZHF7hEssiPmyxDwBI&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://z.x.z.7.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://z.x.z.7.aimini.net/play/?fid=7ZXZHF7hEssiPmyxDwBI&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object></div><br /><br />Umm, no offense, but for me... I can't really enjoy myself listening to this song. xD Really sorry, but it always makes me dizzy whenever I hear it. Peace! ^^v<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. Linkin Park <span style="font-weight: bold;">- <span style="font-style: italic;">Leave Out All The Rest</span></span></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://u.r.w.4.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://u.r.w.4.aimini.net/play/?fid=4WruzAxsWk5NEFXT1DXN&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://u.r.w.4.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://u.r.w.4.aimini.net/play/?fid=4WruzAxsWk5NEFXT1DXN&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object></div><br /><br />So far, I guess, this is the BEST song throughout the album! LOVE LOVE LOVE!!! And I guess, this song can apply to both Bella & Edward (& myself). Ah... LOVE THIS SONG!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. MuteMath - <span style="font-style: italic;">Spotlight<br /><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://1.m.o.3.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://1.m.o.3.aimini.net/play/?fid=3OM1Mts72bcNie3pWduj&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://1.m.o.3.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://1.m.o.3.aimini.net/play/?fid=3OM1Mts72bcNie3pWduj&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><br /></span></span><span><span><span>It's such a catchy song! If you feel bored, I guess <span>Spotlight </span>can make you feel fresh again... Well, maybe the effect of <span>Spotlight </span>is quite the same with the effect of <span style="font-style: italic;">Supermassive Black Hole </span>upon me. ;)</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Perry Farrell - </span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Go All The Way (Into Twilight)</span></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://o.z.r.7.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://o.z.r.7.aimini.net/play/?fid=7RZojniHJ0A5u126F0Ct&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://o.z.r.7.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://o.z.r.7.aimini.net/play/?fid=7RZojniHJ0A5u126F0Ct&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object></div><br /></span></span><span><span><br />The second single from Twilight Original Soundtrack, based on Stephenie Meyer's official website.Well, the song is okay... it sounds... somewhat weird... but it's still okay. I'm still able to listen to this song, compare to the dizzines I've got whenever I hear</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Full Moon</span>. ^^;;</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Collective Soul -</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Tremble For My Beloved</span></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://t.f.9.x.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://t.f.9.x.aimini.net/play/?fid=x9FTCmozivWRYx3xDpTg&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://t.f.9.x.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://t.f.9.x.aimini.net/play/?fid=x9FTCmozivWRYx3xDpTg&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object></div><br /><br /></span></span><span><span>More than okay! =) An upbeat song... If I'm not mistaken, this is also the ONLY song from Stephenie Meyer's Twilight playlist that was put into Twilight Movie Original Soundtrack. Maybe the lyrics aren't "many", but <span style="font-style: italic;">Tremble For My Beloved</span> is still an enjoyable song to be heard. ;)</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Paramore <span>- </span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I Caught Myself</span></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://d.b.u.2.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://d.b.u.2.aimini.net/play/?fid=2uBDamuMO1pIc5UKlHbQ&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://d.b.u.2.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://d.b.u.2.aimini.net/play/?fid=2uBDamuMO1pIc5UKlHbQ&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object></div><br /></span></span><span><span><br />Yes, another song from PARAMORE! Yaaaaay!!! Hayley Williams is such a Twilight fan... she even made two songs that were dedicated to this movie! Cool!!! =D<br /><br />Anyway, I like this song better than <span style="font-style: italic;">Decode</span>, yet, I guess <span><span style="font-style: italic;">Decode</span> </span>"gets" the more Twilight mystic aura... know what I mean? ^^;;</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Blue Foundation <span>-</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Eyes On Fire</span></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://t.n.x.v.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://t.n.x.v.aimini.net/play/?fid=VxntS4XLwz7sOal5hFp1&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://t.n.x.v.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://t.n.x.v.aimini.net/play/?fid=VxntS4XLwz7sOal5hFp1&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object></div><br /><br /></span></span><span><span>I don't really know what opinion should I give to this song. If you love the songs usually played on <span>Grey's Anatomy</span>, I guess you're gonna love this song. Yet, no matter how much I love that TV show, I'm not really in to its soundtracks (except some). Peace out! ^^vv</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Robert Pattinson -</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Never Think</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://v.i.h.u.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://v.i.h.u.aimini.net/play/?fid=uHivUSGVJM5zNKmrUVoh&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://v.i.h.u.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://v.i.h.u.aimini.net/play/?fid=uHivUSGVJM5zNKmrUVoh&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object></div><br /><br /></span></span><span><span>Robert Pattinson (a.k.a. Edward Cullen -though not MY Edward) first single above all!!! Woot woot. Not bad, especially if you love accoustic guitar as the background music. Yet... I guess the tempo is just too slow... somewhat making me sleepy. Hehee. Nice try though, Rob! ;)<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">11. Iron & Wine -</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Flightless Bird, American Mouth</span></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://g.x.b.4.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://g.x.b.4.aimini.net/play/?fid=4BxGORPefCUx1mMV3BNx&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://g.x.b.4.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://g.x.b.4.aimini.net/play/?fid=4BxGORPefCUx1mMV3BNx&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object></div><br /></span></span><span><span><br />This song was put due to the suggestion of Kristen Stewart (the one who played Bella Swan). Not bad at all!!! I think it's such a lovely song... INDEED!!! The lyrics may not be variative, yet, it's such a soothing, lovely, song to accompany you and your day. =)<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. Carter Burwell -</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Bella's Lullaby<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://q.j.n.x.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://q.j.n.x.aimini.net/play/?fid=xNJQUg1paPFXR41FiWvH&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://q.j.n.x.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://q.j.n.x.aimini.net/play/?fid=xNJQUg1paPFXR41FiWvH&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object></div><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span><span><span><br />Do I love... or do I loathe this song? Frankly, I'm somewhat disappointed with this lullaby. It isn't as "sweet" as I hope a Bella's lullaby would be! Oh well... no more complaining. No matter what, I give high admiration to someone who compose their own music, so still, thanks Mr. Burwell, for the lullaby.<br /><br />That's all on Twilight Original Soundtracks playlist. YET... there are more to be heard actually.<br /><br />There are only 12 songs in the OST, but in several SPECIAL OST album, you can get THREE more songs! 2 instrumentals and 1 "singing" song. Here they are...<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Robert Pattinson -</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Let Me Sign<br /></span></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://q.j.n.x.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://q.j.n.x.aimini.net/play/?fid=xNJQUg1paPFXR41FiWvH&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://q.j.n.x.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://q.j.n.x.aimini.net/play/?fid=xNJQUg1paPFXR41FiWvH&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object></div><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Verdi <span>- </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Preludio al Acto III de "La Traviata"<br /><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://u.w.o.7.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://u.w.o.7.aimini.net/play/?fid=7owudlL4KussSmjKsZyn&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://u.w.o.7.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://u.w.o.7.aimini.net/play/?fid=7owudlL4KussSmjKsZyn&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object></div><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Debussy - </span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Claire de Lune<br /><br /><div align="center"><object width="380" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://g.s.l.3.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://g.s.l.3.aimini.net/play/?fid=3lSgdLFWiqoO8HTAXbaZ&auto=yes&repeat=yes"><embed src="http://g.s.l.3.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://g.s.l.3.aimini.net/play/?fid=3lSgdLFWiqoO8HTAXbaZ&auto=yes&repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">That's all I can give. Would you like my review... would you not like my review... Hope you can try for yourself, listening (and buy) the soundtracks. Becoming another Twilight fan also maybe?? =P</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Cheers!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">P.S. :<br />I did some kind of "pending" in publishing this post. Actual time when I publish this was December 2, 2008. xD </span><br /></div></div></span></span></span></span></div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-2957617047277324622008-11-14T22:51:00.004+07:002008-11-15T08:01:33.774+07:00Finally!I've already got my car!<br />Yes... MINE!!!<br />I'm sooooo happy!<br />Hahaha... hyper!<br /><br />IHSAN... nah, so now, would you like to visit me here?<br /><br />Hmm... neway, should I name my car? I think it's a "he" BTW. Any recommendation on which name I should choose? Hmm...Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-72396312453148847502008-11-13T22:08:00.008+07:002008-12-11T19:32:00.448+07:00How My Life Has Been Going<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgus_r8tV3il9f5ry2X9kLELwHgjidyjpRBxNB3a-7MJTgUwQ3GlqHn0_RLqTmo-Ol7nc_k8Ls2MqDKZe38npV_wDz-PxwMfmxFHJdS-q1tfZl2G6fwtBBNAOJS_JDCQ2hbx_XHs5SLTn8/s1600-h/MedicineSymbol_Image2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgus_r8tV3il9f5ry2X9kLELwHgjidyjpRBxNB3a-7MJTgUwQ3GlqHn0_RLqTmo-Ol7nc_k8Ls2MqDKZe38npV_wDz-PxwMfmxFHJdS-q1tfZl2G6fwtBBNAOJS_JDCQ2hbx_XHs5SLTn8/s320/MedicineSymbol_Image2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275956328404755218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So, this is my first entry after... I don't know how long. Well, I still haven't got any ideas to make people interested in reading my thought, yet, that isn't important for me.<br /><br />Now I've become a third year medical student... can't believe time has passed by really fast! I still remember how... disappointed I was in my first year, since all I got here was beyond my expectation, in sort of a bad way. Yet, thing had been better since I was in my second year. I became really excited to know my groupmates more, and yes, they were really lovable people! Although some of them were more lovable than others, overall, I enjoyed my company in my second year group. Everything went well, we often went out together, although we seldom took pictures together (really different from my first year group). And know what? Right after we finished the second session of Block 12 exam, we went to Solo for "farewell holiday", we had so much fun together, and... in the end of the last day, I cried! Oh my. I love them all, really. Until now. Maybe except for one person, but never mind.<br /><br />So, third year means I need to start doing my research. FYI, I need to complete 7 semesters until I can be graduated as a Bachelor of Medicine and third year means I've already been in my 5th semester. I haven't started my research yet, it will started on Saturday this week. Oh my... I feel both excited and nervous! How will my research end? Will it end well or bad? I hope mine will end nicely nevertheless...<br /><br />Another thing. I guess, I've got some visions on what I might be doing in the future. I want to be either a dermatologist, an otolaryngologist, or a cardiologist. But I also enjoy Clinical Pathology. =S I know, those can be considered as "many", but at least I've got some visions. Before that, I of course always wanted to learn Medicine, but maybe for a reason that was just too self-conscious. I want to learn Medicine because I want to know more about what makes us human, in scientific way. So my reason was only to fulfill my own curiosity. Not (that) bad, a friend of mine said. Yet, aren't doctors supposed to help people? Well, at least now I've already got some sort of "self-sacrificing" will, so at least, I think I'm okay right now. I still have a wish to be fulfilled, though I need more clues to make this wish come true. I don't want if I only have jobs in the hospital, or any other clinical things. I still want a job with an international atmosphere (and although I think it's still the best for me to work here, in Indonesia, I can't lie that I've always been eager all my life to life abroad, in a more prosperous country; don't say that I'm a betrayer, ok?!). So I think, working in the World Health Organization will be awesome! Until now. It's the only place in my mind where I shouldn't be really "bounded" with my "clinical" responsibilities. I think, everything is possible, so will I fulfill that dream of mine one day? Let's just see... But what I should do next, after I've been graduated... I need some guidance for THAT.<br /><br />Other thing. About my love life. I'm still in a relationship with my high school boyfriend, we've been together for about 2,5 years! Woohoo. We've still got our ups and downs of course. After all this time, I still think that I've had the closest emotional connection with my current boyfriend among other people. He... understands me best. Really. That's why I cherish him. Although nobody is perfect, but still...<br /><br />Well, last October, I think I really broke his heart, sort of. I never told him before that, in the end of my 4th semester, there has been this guy (X) that made me couldn't concentrate whenever I was near him. I've alwaaays felt guilty due to this kind of feeling, since I was supposed NOT to HAVE that kind of feeling! But I just couldn't help it. On that time, there was only one person who knew about my dillemma. I might say that she's the person I felt most comfortable to talk with.<br /><br />And time went by. I found out that the Indonesian version of Twilight sagas had been published, and I collected those novels (both the Indonesian AND the American versions). I really enjoy the novel. Somehow, until now, I think my current love life has become like the one in this saga. With some differences.<br /><br />I consider myself as Isabella Swan.<br />Nah, the problem is... I consider X as Edward Cullen!<br />So, although my boyfriend met me first, he became Jacob Black in this case. BAD.<br />However, I choose Jacob rather than Edward for my current love-life. It's good, because I still think I did what I was supposed to do, no matter how... oh my, mesmerized I've been by "Edward".<br /><br />I was able to keep my thought off of "Edward". Until one day. Unbelievable. Because of a too-complicated thing I'm even unable to write... I cried. Because of "Edward". Seemed like, since that time, I've got a special feelings for him, while I'm not supposed to have it. How... bad... and... sad... especially because of the fact that he made me cried! How bad... and how selfish... I want both of them to be mine... How... not cool.<br /><br />Eventually, there was a day when I broke up with my boyfriend for a while, because of our "disagreement" about several things. And there was a time when I told my boyfriend about X. He was really surprised, but know what? He wasn't even angry at me! I felt bad. After my "Edward" (and I broke up for a while with my "Jacob"), I told another friend of mine about my dillemma. So I was sort of having 2 confidantees at that moment. Both of them told me to stay cool. And, kind of preferring my relationship with my boyfriend over with "Edward" (Edward has just made my life... less easy! He made me helpless, from that day until now). Eventually, my boyfriend and I got back together, again. I do love him, I think so. But... what should I do to this Edward of mine? I still can't resist that kind of perfection. How often do you find a person that seems perfect for you? I guess, it's a rare chance, isn't it? Oh well. I guess I should keep going, keep focusing, on my relationship with my current boyfriend. Shouldn't think about "Edward" that much. <span style="font-style: italic;">Que sera sera</span>... whatever will be, will be. I'm guessing on what future has for me!<br /><br />Enough bout my love life. About my family. I love them more and more, you know. Nowadays, whenever I'm able to be home, I feel really cozy, really happy, and don't wish to go back to Jogja for my study. I hope my family -my dad, my mom, my little sister- are fine right now. Especialy my sister. Now she's studying on the 9th grade of middle school, so she's going to be graduated next year. I wonder where she's going to study for high school... Pray her for the best, ok?!<br /><br />Ah... so it's 12.53 a.m. already. Should go to bed right now. <span style="font-style: italic;">Oyasuminasai...</span><br /></div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-24100197979794153722007-11-10T22:00:00.001+07:002008-11-15T07:59:59.456+07:00Another Saturday Night<div style="text-align: justify;">So, apparently, I start writing blogs (or diary?) again after months. Seriously, I'm confused on how to write things <span style="font-style: italic;">sophisticatedly</span>. I mean, I <span style="font-style: italic;">wish </span>I could write in this blog regularly <span style="font-style: italic;">and </span>I can post "worthy" stories! But for real, this blog only becomes a place for me to write what I feel whenever I start a post...<br /><br />Well, another Saturday night has come again to me. As usual, I often feel bored. Why? I just feel lonely! Saturday nights make me feel bad. Every other person go out since early evening and go back home late, while I spend most of my time in my "room", reading, being online, watching TV, or phone-calling (especially my boyfriend). Isn't it somewhat pathetic? Seems like I've got no life here, in my "new" city, in my college life. Perhaps why I end up like this is because I don't like to be <span style="font-weight: bold;">here </span>on my first impression. As a result, I underestimate the life in Yogyakarta. Phew, I've got no idea how to remove my "endless" boredom here!<br /><br />Enough for complaining. Now my boyfriend is phone-calling me and I'm REALLY sleepy.<br /><br />Bye...<br /></div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-58987692491336202792007-07-09T22:10:00.001+07:002008-11-15T07:59:07.796+07:00i just feel... bored?<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Aaah, another random thingy...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Sooo, I haven't written anything here for about 1-2 months. The reasons are because the internet connection in my <em>kos</em> was broken from this May 'til June, then I'm just too lazy to update this blog (actually, I'm still a bit confused on which <em>free</em> blog provider I should choose <em>and</em> how my blog site should look like =) ).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">All I wanna do now is studying for my <strong>Block 6 - Bioethics & Medical Humanities</strong> exams, which will be held NEXT WEEK: July 17, 19, and 20 2007. Oh God, please let me have an "<strong>A</strong>" for this block... please... *I only got "C" for my Block 4 - Biomedical Science 3 score; while I still don't know about my Block 5 - Public Health & Enterpreneurship score, most likely I'm gonna get "A/B" for the most =( *</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Well then, I gotta go again right now. See ya!</span></div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-15724447537238675562007-05-10T01:53:00.001+07:002008-11-15T07:58:38.338+07:00[only] random<div align="justify">Hmm... it's been 1.54 a.m. here, in my place. Dunno what to write actually. Well, maybe I wanna write a bit about why I decided to make this blog as my main blog (hopefully I won't change it anymore).</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Umm, seems like I'd love Blogger better than my previous Xanga blog <em>or </em>Wordpress. I'm searching for free blog sites, you know! Sooo... yaa... FYI, actually I've made a blog in Blogger before, but it was loooooooooooong time ago, back when I was still a 10th grade student. *not important, huh?*</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Well, still, dunno what to write about anymore. However, can't wait for tonight, 6. 30 p.m.... I'm gonna watch a Japanese horror movie named <em>Reincarnation</em> (<em>Rinne</em>) with my friends in my faculty's auditorium. My faculty is holding a movie fest this week. Will I be scared after that? Let's just see, hopefully not. ^^</div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-58945622484026250122007-05-08T23:29:00.001+07:002008-11-15T07:58:09.072+07:00Pure Bliss Princess<div align="justify">Well, since this is my first post here, I wanna tell you why I chose the name Pure Bliss Princess. It is based on my full name Annisa Anandatia (yup, there are only given names in my name).<br /><br />FYI, in my country, it isn’t necessary for people to have/put their family names in their birth-act-name. Some people even only have one-word-full-names (like my mother)! My family name itself, if I wanna write it down, is <em>Haryanaprawira</em>. So, my name could also be <em>Annisa Anandatia Haryanaprawira</em>. But since my dad didn’t put my family name in my birth act, legally, my name is Annisa Anandatia; that’s the name I use at school, at college, even in my ID Card (as well as CRS). If I want to, I could put the name Haryanaprawira though… OK then, let’s start this introduction!!!<br /><br /><u><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Annisa</span></strong></u><br /><br />I found out in a website that the name Annisa is derived from the name Agnes, which means <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>PURE</strong>.<br /></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><u>Ananda</u></span></strong><br /><br />Still, in the same web, I found the name Ananda. It’s a Sanskrit name, which means <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>BLISS</strong>.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><u>Tia</u></strong><br /></span><br />Then I found the name Tia. I forgot from which language it came from (if I’m not mistaken, it is a Greek origin), but it means <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>PRINCESS</strong>.<br /></span><br />That’s all my introduction. Oh ya, I also wanna put the meaning of my name that <strong>I’ve known from my parents</strong>.<br /><br /><em><strong>Annisa</strong></em> means <strong><em>woman </em></strong>or <strong><em>lady</em></strong> and it comes from the Arabic word An-Nisaa’.<br /><br /><em><strong>Ananda</strong></em>, my parents thought it has a Sanskrit origin also, but it can also be considered as of Indonesian origin. It means <em><strong>child</strong></em>.<br /><br />Lastly, <strong><em>Tia</em>.</strong> Actually, this is a part of my father’s name. So Anandatia could mean <em><strong>child of Tia</strong></em>; then it’s a patronymic name, isn’t it?<br /><br />Whatever… I love my name however…</div>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282912642257282031.post-52228695748552904032007-05-08T22:29:00.002+07:002008-11-15T07:57:50.876+07:00hello<span style="font-size:130%;">helloooo world!!!</span>Nisa Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04130740922578330492noreply@blogger.com0