<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577</id><updated>2012-02-13T16:24:35.820+07:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='travel-living'/><category term='music'/><category term='daily milk'/><category term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>Inuk's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>It all starts with a cup of warm tea</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-7685467822260978104</id><published>2012-02-12T19:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T16:24:35.828+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><title type='text'>Need a break?</title><content type='html'>So, I'm a little feeling unwell since the last couple of days, last Friday night to be exact. As always, I didn't really care...even yesterday I still hung out with some friends till quite long and managed to attend a friend wedding reception with my dad in the afternoon (well, the father &amp;amp; mother of the bride are also good friends of my parents). It quite hit me today that I feel weaker than yesterday. I decided to just take a very long nap, like all day long. lol.. Still feeling dizzy right now actually. I finally went to the hospital few hours ago, checked up my blood (damn, they injected the needle twice, ahh...I hate needle!) and found nothing is serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking a long nap, doing nothing today... made me thinking a lot.. or I must say 'galau'? hahaha...&amp;nbsp;It's kinda weird that I'm feeling really bored right now when in regular days I feel like I need this so badly. Well, ya no wonder, I'm pretty much active, having tons of activities in daily (and still thinking that I need some more) so when I stop, wheww.. I kind of feel lost, my mind was going around too far and left me with some questions that I knew I would not be able to know the answer, at least for now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow...so much rambling, huh? I know, I know..not really a good stuff to write about for my precious blog. hehe.. I promise I will write something good soon - it would be about my last trip just last week. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway..maybe I just need a little break?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-7685467822260978104?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/7685467822260978104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=7685467822260978104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7685467822260978104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7685467822260978104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2012/02/need-break.html' title='Need a break?'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bintara Jaya, Bekasi, Indonesia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-6.238415 106.960179</georss:point><georss:box>-6.2541994999999995 106.940438 -6.2226305 106.97991999999999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-4586476473010095785</id><published>2012-01-03T22:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:57:16.547+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>2012: Life is Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44QHSvM8f8M/TwMZ_3HE1wI/AAAAAAAAAiM/V1PYQCqu0Aw/s1600/Lifeissimple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44QHSvM8f8M/TwMZ_3HE1wI/AAAAAAAAAiM/V1PYQCqu0Aw/s400/Lifeissimple.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got this message from one of my bb group. Seems like a good wisdom &amp;nbsp;to start 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite parts:&lt;br /&gt;- Do what you love, and do it often&lt;br /&gt;- Stop over analyzing (soo...me! haha..)&lt;br /&gt;- Travel often (...couldn't agree more)&lt;br /&gt;- If you are looking for the love your life, stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: &lt;b&gt;Inspiring&lt;/b&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ps. Got the image via blackberry - not sure who has the copyright for it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-4586476473010095785?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/4586476473010095785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=4586476473010095785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/4586476473010095785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/4586476473010095785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-life-is-simple.html' title='2012: Life is Simple'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44QHSvM8f8M/TwMZ_3HE1wI/AAAAAAAAAiM/V1PYQCqu0Aw/s72-c/Lifeissimple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-4708954169649391605</id><published>2011-12-31T20:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:22:44.132+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>2011: What a Year!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe it's the end of 2011 already, wicked! So, this is going to be my last post in this year.. such a big year, so many things&amp;nbsp;happened..joy..tears.. all together. Nothing that I would regret, it's been such a great journey and for sure 2011 would be a great story to be told in the future. I just simply couldn't believe that hey.. I'm here still, safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, some highlights in 2011:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought my first car (crazy!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met my half-soul in person for the first time after knowing each other for a year or so :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fell in love in the first place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unforgettable time lies in Jakarta, Bogor, Jogjakarta, Belitung, Safari Park..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a new job, promoted!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snorkeling at thousand island&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went off for business trip to three different cities in five days, we flew every nights! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bapa and Ibu went for Hajj pilgrim :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travelling to Vietnam &amp;amp; Cambodia.. (finally yay!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Felt so lost, got my heart broken, again. lol..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My best friend wedding :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh ya, finally bought bb haha... (just yesterday!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new story is just about to start...I guess...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized when I wrote them down, it seems that I had a great year. and Yes, I had!&amp;nbsp;So many good things happened, and even all of them are good.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Love, lost and found, is a big thing for sure, but I just believe it is the best scenario God has written for me. Everything else is simply beautiful just the way it is. I feel so blessed to experience all of them, feel so grateful to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta go.... It's new year, going to spend the night in mosque. Happy new year everyone! New year, new hopes.. Welcome..future!!! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-4708954169649391605?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/4708954169649391605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=4708954169649391605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/4708954169649391605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/4708954169649391605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011.html' title='2011: What a Year!'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-6540033797683159256</id><published>2011-12-28T22:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T19:47:07.945+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel-living'/><title type='text'>Mini Backpacking: Trip to HCMC - Pnom Phen (part 4-end)</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm not gonna say a lot here just a quick one..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4 (Tue, 29/11)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGTWXfW92Rc/Tvs1QdBkLeI/AAAAAAAAAho/6Der_WC4SmM/s1600/P1050669.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGTWXfW92Rc/Tvs1QdBkLeI/AAAAAAAAAho/6Der_WC4SmM/s200/P1050669.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Central Market&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Last day, we didn't have any ticket to go back to HCMC (should've bought return ticket, haha..). Ok, go show ajalah... Pagi-pagi jam 7 kita langsung ke terminal bus dekat Central Market. Akhirnya kita dapat tiket untuk jam 8.30. Wah...masih sempat tuh jalan-jalan sebentar ke &lt;b&gt;Central Market ini&lt;/b&gt;. Sebenarnya ini pasar biasa, kayak pasar Jatinegara, yang menjual berbagai macam kebutuhan. Tapi yang unik, bangunannya itu loh. Big yellow dome. Akhirnya kita foto-foto aja di depannya terus explore sedikit dalam. Cukup seru sih, saya suka pasar yang satu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQ15ZcU1sBI/Tvs1cfmby-I/AAAAAAAAAh0/yApgHoU7nAQ/s1600/P1050696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQ15ZcU1sBI/Tvs1cfmby-I/AAAAAAAAAh0/yApgHoU7nAQ/s200/P1050696.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bus Terminal, riweuh juga..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Nggak lama kita balik lagi ke terminal, disini nggak jauh beda sama di Indo. Rame dan riweuh.. bau balsem nenek-nenek pula, hahaha... Akhirnya berangkat juga kita ke Vietnam. Overall, sama aja kayak pas berangkatnya, termasuk di perbatasan. Rencananya mau jalan aja lagi aja di HCMC, tapi tak disangka tak dinyana, hujan aja lohhhh... nyerah deh. Sampai sana sudah jam 3 sore, akhirnya cari makan aja kita sambil nunggu hujan dan langsung ke airport (macet pula), flight jam 9 malem soalnya. Di airport, souvenir-nya juga bagus-bagus, cuma mahal..hehe.. ya iyalah. Agak tepar juga. Guess what, kita ketemu Dini and her hubby di airport! haha..same flight! emang jodoh kali ya, hahaha...&amp;nbsp;Jakarta, here I come.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4zhVn4djbc0/Tvs11Mx-jpI/AAAAAAAAAiA/CKKPRBjeqKg/s1600/P1050559.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4zhVn4djbc0/Tvs11Mx-jpI/AAAAAAAAAiA/CKKPRBjeqKg/s200/P1050559.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bergaya turis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Quick recap, kedua kota tersebut emang beda banget. HCMC menurut saya lebih modern, banyak pohon, nyaman, makanannya enak. Orang-nya lebih mirip Chinese, putih-putih dan cewe-nya cantik-cantik. Tapi kok ya, saya pribadi merasa mereka agak kurang ramah. &amp;nbsp;Sedangkan di Pnom Phen, kotanya panas, gersang, jadul dan kurang nyaman. Tapi mereka bagus obyek-obyeknya, landmark-nya outstanding. Orangnya lebih mirip orang Jawa (hehe..), agak gosong (kayak kulit saya) dan personally saya pikir mereka lebih ramah. Di dua kota tersebut rata-rata orang juga kesulitan berbahasa Inggris kecuali di airport dan pasar. Harus agak cermat disana untuk yang Muslim dalam memilih makanan karena banyak makanan yang tidak masuk dalam kategori halal (jangan kayak saya, suka pura-pura bego, haha..). Kalau belanja juga harus pinter-pinter nawar ya, maklum rate turis. Kedua kota juga relatif tidak terlalu besar, jadi dimana-mana kita akan banyak ketemu traveller lain. Nggak usah ragu buka percakapan, mungkin bisa sharing cost (hehe..), atau at least...sharing cerita supaya bisa memperkaya perjalanan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay, 2 Cities...2 Countries..in 4 days! In the end of the day, I just looove this trip!! Mungkin karena saya belum banyak kemana-mana ya. Haha... Akhirnya saya ngerasain juga trip yang bener-bener mandiri kayak gini,dan bukan di negara berbahasa Melayu even English. I learned a lot from this trip! It gives me broader image of life. I feel so blessed that I got the chance to do this trip even only for a short period of time (will do it again soon in the future *finger crossed). Like Icha said..it is worth every penny! Yes, it is!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-6540033797683159256?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/6540033797683159256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=6540033797683159256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/6540033797683159256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/6540033797683159256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/12/backpacking-short-trip-to-vietnam_28.html' title='Mini Backpacking: Trip to HCMC - Pnom Phen (part 4-end)'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nGTWXfW92Rc/Tvs1QdBkLeI/AAAAAAAAAho/6Der_WC4SmM/s72-c/P1050669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-7592867781613570080</id><published>2011-12-27T23:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T19:46:50.617+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel-living'/><title type='text'>Mini Backpacking: Trip to HCMC - Pnom Phen (part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3 (Mon, 28/11)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up ever early today since we need to catch our bus to Pnom Phen (PP) at 8 am. We booked our ticket a day before, took very early bus to save the time. Dari hostel, kita jalan kaki aja sekitar 2 blok ke travel agent, &amp;nbsp;disana sudah ditunggu mobil travel, nggak tahu-nya mereka juga menjemput beberapa traveler lain sampai tempat bus stop-nya. &lt;b&gt;Bus 168 HCMC - PP,&lt;/b&gt; one way ticket cost&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;US $10&lt;/b&gt;. Bus-nya ok kok, AC, kondekturnya helpful banget dan ada toilet bersih didalamnya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4cmVudwy8-M/TvsqTWfLzuI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Q_Gm2tv5eXk/s1600/P1050428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4cmVudwy8-M/TvsqTWfLzuI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Q_Gm2tv5eXk/s200/P1050428.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bus 168&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Perjalanan ke Cambodia mengingatkan saya dengan rute mudik di Pulau Jawa. Pemandangannya nggak jauh beda, banyak sawah dan pepohonan serta kota-kota kecil yang dilewati. Disaat yang sama saya juga jadi teringat kota Banjarmasin karena di sekeliling banyak tanah gambut dan rawa. Butuh waktu sekitar 6 jam untuk sampai PP. Saya lupa tepatnya, sekitar jam 11 siang kita sudah masuk perbatasan Vietnam - Cambodia. Enaknya, disini kondektur bus bantu kita untuk urus imigrasi. Walaupun agak risih awalnya mereka ngumpulin paspor kita, ternyata mereka bantu isi immigration form untuk di proses. Di imigrasi perbatasan itu, they told us to line up, waiting for the officer calling our name, scan sidik 5 jari, got our passport stamped (yay!) and..done. Easy. Selanjutnya kita balik ke bus untuk melanjutkan perjalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j05joUqQWpk/TvssLpq7-6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/iKZicrNOJ5M/s1600/P1050548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j05joUqQWpk/TvssLpq7-6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/iKZicrNOJ5M/s200/P1050548.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monks are everywhere&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Nggak lama ke perbatasan, bus kita harus menyebrangi sungai Mekong. Jadi ada flat boat gitu yang cuma bolak-balik untuk antar jemput bus dan mobil-mobil yang mau nyebrang sungai. Agak heran juga, kenapa nggak bangun jembatan aja ya? Kayaknya jauh lebih efisien, hehe... Perjalanan lanjut lagi, Sekitar satu jam kemudian, sampailah kita di Pnom Phen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8Q6OGOeTBY/Tvsqx861mxI/AAAAAAAAAgI/IH6qE39C_Gs/s1600/P1050444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e8Q6OGOeTBY/Tvsqx861mxI/AAAAAAAAAgI/IH6qE39C_Gs/s200/P1050444.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laki, our Tuktuk driver&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Kita turun di terminal bus gitu dekat &lt;b&gt;Central Market&lt;/b&gt;. Suasana kota Pnom Phen beda banget dengan HCMC. Disini cenderung lebih berantakan, panas dan padat sekali. Transportasi umum yang terkenal adalah &lt;b&gt;Tuk-tuk, &lt;/b&gt;sejenis becak yang ditarik oleh motor&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;Dari teminal bus kita langsung menuju hostel kita, untunglah..supir tuk-tuk ini baik dan speaks English very well! yay... Dengat total bayar US$15, akhirnya kita deal untung jalan-jalan keliling Pnom Phen seharian (eh, setengah harian deng), tanya sana-sini ternyata rate-nya cukup standar. Di Kamboja agak aneh, mereka terima 2 mata uang US$ dan Riel, mungkin mata uang mereka nggak terlalu bagus &amp;nbsp;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLMmrhMGTlI/TvsrHrJVy5I/AAAAAAAAAgU/R5Uoz4TP4ys/s1600/P1050460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLMmrhMGTlI/TvsrHrJVy5I/AAAAAAAAAgU/R5Uoz4TP4ys/s200/P1050460.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Royal Palace&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;First stop..&lt;b&gt;Royal Palace complex, &lt;/b&gt;and &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Silver Pagoda&lt;/b&gt;. Komplek istana ini besar, bagus banget dan terawat, baru buka jam 2 siang. Pas kita dateng banyak traveller local and foreign yang mulai pada antri di pintunya. It cost US$13 to enter the palace (muahaaall). Didalam komplek ini, kita bisa lihat Istana Raja yang terkenal itu, di dalamnya terdapat beberapa Vihara dan bangunan yang berisi patung Budha dari emas. Ternyata Silver Pagoda itu konon berasal dari lantainya yang terbuat dari silver. Sayang kita nggak bisa foto-foto didalam beberapa bangunan utama, padahan keren..perabotannya dari emas aja gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0IiwDC__-EY/TvsrUeQstqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/28-ONb-43UE/s1600/P1050563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0IiwDC__-EY/TvsrUeQstqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/28-ONb-43UE/s200/P1050563.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shawls sold at Russian Market&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Puas foto-foto di Royal Palace kita melanjutkan perjalanan ke &lt;b&gt;Russian Market, &lt;/b&gt;salah satu pasar terkenal di Pnom Phen. Penampakannya sih biasa aja, kayak pasar-pasar lain di Indonesia, tapi yang saya suka..barang-barang-nya lucu-lucu dan murah.. Souvenir disini menurut saya banyak yang lebih bagus daripada di Vietnam. Saya beli gantungan kunci buat oleh-oleh dan dompet yang lucu banget. Penjualnya rata-rata bisa berbahasa Inggris, harus pinter-pinter nawar juga disini. Overall, I really like this market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro-5pfhEqt8/TvsrlCDjI0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/uWCRlpMwyDk/s1600/P1050592.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro-5pfhEqt8/TvsrlCDjI0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/uWCRlpMwyDk/s200/P1050592.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "mosque"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Next, ada beberapa spot yang kita lewati, vihara dan gedung pemerintahan Cambodia yang guede banget, tapi kita nggak turun dari Tuktuk karena sempitnya waktu. Oh iya..I remember now. We asked the Tuktuk driver to drive us to the mosque since we haven't prayed. We knew about this mosque from internet. Letaknya &amp;nbsp;masih di pusat kota, di dekat &lt;b&gt;Bong Kek Lake &lt;/b&gt;(hope I spelled it right). Sampai sana...Ya Allah..ternyata mesjidnya udah nggak ada, some company has turned it down. Info dari supir Tuk-tuk, oh ya &amp;nbsp;his name is Laki by the way, katanya mau diganti lagi yang baru. Akhirnya kita sholat di bangunan semacam bunker gitu (agak sedih). And you know what, danaunya juga udah nggak ada!! crazy! Government did that they said. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-EptWCTyik/TvstFhKJ2MI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Tkup5nkNuwI/s1600/P1050609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-EptWCTyik/TvstFhKJ2MI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Tkup5nkNuwI/s200/P1050609.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mekong River side&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Lanjut lagi, akhirnya kita &lt;b&gt;Delta Mekong River, &lt;/b&gt;one of the best hot spot in Pnom Phen. Di pinggir sungai Mekong ada beberapa tempat makan yang langsung menghadap ke sungai, quite romantic I guess. Di sisi itu juga ada trotoar yang lebaaar banget... perfect place for everyone! Dari warga lokal sampai traveller semua tumplek.. jogging...duduk-duduk aja, foto-foto bahkan senam SKJ, hehe.. Suasanya sore hari emang enak banget disini. Di seberang jalan banyak kafe-kafe dan tempat makan. Saya jadi teringat daerah Legian di Bali, nampaknya disini juga salah satu tempat ngumpulnya para backpacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7BsjF13A8I/Tvss0IbTnnI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/qqscc_kCpfs/s1600/P1050624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7BsjF13A8I/Tvss0IbTnnI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/qqscc_kCpfs/s200/P1050624.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Romdeng Resto menu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It didn't take too long for us to just hang around there, we decided to have dinner in another place. &lt;b&gt;Romdeng Restaurant, &lt;/b&gt;nggak jauh dari hostel kita.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Kita pisah sama Laki setelah dia mengantar kita kesini, agak nyesel nggak sempat foto bareng.&amp;nbsp;Ternyata restoran in terkenal banget, asuhan sebuah NGO international Friends. Semua chef &amp;amp; waitress-nya adalah anak jalanan asuhan yang dididik untuk mandiri. Even dekorasinya semua buatan anak-anak itu. Makanannya juga saya suka. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik hostel kita jalan kaki aja, besok harus balik ke HCMC euy secara pesawat kita balik ke tanah air dari sana..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-7592867781613570080?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/7592867781613570080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=7592867781613570080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7592867781613570080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7592867781613570080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/12/backpacking-short-trip-to-vietnam_27.html' title='Mini Backpacking: Trip to HCMC - Pnom Phen (part 3)'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4cmVudwy8-M/TvsqTWfLzuI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Q_Gm2tv5eXk/s72-c/P1050428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-8556194895555712503</id><published>2011-12-26T16:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T19:46:30.144+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel-living'/><title type='text'>Mini Backpacking: Trip to HCMC - Pnom Phen (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2.1 (Sun, 27/11)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we woke up quite early in the morning, we didn't want to miss out anything since we only had one full day in Ho Chi Minh City (HCMC). Dini showed up around 8 am, luckily we got breakfast from our hostel. Modelnya ala carte gitu, akhirnya kita pesan omellete aja. Agak shock, karena.. walah, kok ada daging merah2 di pinggir piring kita, huksss... we're so sure it's pork, hua... maklum, berhubung kita Muslim jadi agak deg-degan ketemu makanan yang nggak halal. Tapi dasar Inuk, cuek aja....hahaha.. bahkan makan juga sosis di sebelah daging itu (yang kata Icha mungkin pork juga). Okay, time to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvLWDz_Gtfk/TvhE4PwNjHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/rmBGZSQgDXk/s1600/P1050230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvLWDz_Gtfk/TvhE4PwNjHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/rmBGZSQgDXk/s200/P1050230.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sudut kota HCMC&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Berbekal dengan info yang kita dapet di internet, terutama blog-blog traveller lain dan juga free map yang kita dapet di hostel, all set... we're so ready to go. HCMC kotanya nggak terlalu besar, mungkin kayak Solo gitu ya. Sesuai dari yang kita baca, kita bisa kemana-kemana dengan jalan kaki aja. Saya suka disini, banyak pohon dan very friendly for pedestrian. Kita bisa jalan kaki kemana aja dengan nyaman (beda banget sama di Jakarta ya bo...), sama halnya dengan di sini, sepeda motor buanyak banget... Bedanya, lebih beradab aja disini,hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xYV9ftVk-s/Tvg7GitwCOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/pdb1HbPQn5M/s1600/P1050209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xYV9ftVk-s/Tvg7GitwCOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/pdb1HbPQn5M/s200/P1050209.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pho Bo yang wuenak itu...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Belum...ada berapa meter, nggak jauh dari hostel kita ngelihat dari kejauhan ada warung Pho yang rame banget. whoaa..pho!, &amp;nbsp;ini dia makanan khas Vietnam yang terkenal, mi putih terbuat dari beras dengan kuah kaldu khas. &lt;b&gt;Pho Thanh Chan.&lt;/b&gt; Langsung lah kita menuju kesana, makan lagi, hahaha.... Agak susah komunikasi di Vietnam, karena mereka sendiri tidak berbahasa Inggris, jadilah kita banyak pake bahasa tarzan.halah. Kita pesan Pho Bo (beef, aman). Sumpah ini pho enak banget, disajikan dengan some herbs including lemongrass leaves (khas Vietnam) yang harus dipatah-patahin dulu sebelum untuk kita cemplungin ke kuahnya. Di meja juga ada beberapa jenis saus sambal,yang sumpee..pas kita tambahin ke pho-nya bikin tambah enak! (So far, ini pho terenak yang pernah saya makan, beberapa hari di Vietnam dan makan pho yang mahal di Indonesia juga belum pernah ketemu yang seenak ini). Harganya VND 35,000 per porsi (sekitar Rp 17,000), agak berasa mahal secara itu di pinggir jalan, but it's worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ewIHsUBqCY/Tvg7V5rSm5I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Z-0z0F0_F2o/s1600/P1050244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ewIHsUBqCY/Tvg7V5rSm5I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Z-0z0F0_F2o/s200/P1050244.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;War Remnants Museum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Lanjut lagi, kita jalan kaki ke pemberhentian pertama &lt;b&gt;War Remants Museum&lt;/b&gt;, alias museum perang tempat disimpan banyak memorabilia peninggalan perang Vietnam, termasuk tank perang di halamannya. Sampai sana kelihatan dimana-mana banyak turis foto-foto. Dari jauh si, ya..gitu deh, jujur biasa aja. Museum-museum di Jakarta kayaknya banyak yang jauh lebih menarik. Tiket masuknya US$6 aja, hadeuh...mahal ya and we both so not into war or kind of thing. Finally we decided not to go in. Tapi sempet foto-foto dikit disana, sebelum akhirnya diusir karena harus bayar. Well, at least we were there!! haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9F-zjkjJwQc/Tvg7k1BX-_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/_NqnkyqF6Ek/s1600/P1050238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9F-zjkjJwQc/Tvg7k1BX-_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/_NqnkyqF6Ek/s200/P1050238.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Public park&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Next stop, &lt;b&gt;Reunification Palace&lt;/b&gt;. Um...lagi-lagi kita nggak masuk, hehe.. Ini kayak istana di Bogor. Di sekelilingnya itu a huge garden with tons of tall trees. Karena males, again we only took pictures in front of the gate.haha.. Di sebrangnya ada public park yang besar banget. Enaknya di HCMC, banyak taman-taman kota gitu yang nyaman dan nampaknya warga sana so enjoying their time in the park with families and friens. Love it. Patut di contoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6GaaGLV3RA/TvhGnMseCdI/AAAAAAAAAec/aZE7Ol3NBTw/s1600/P1050313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6GaaGLV3RA/TvhGnMseCdI/AAAAAAAAAec/aZE7Ol3NBTw/s200/P1050313.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Central Post Office&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Melewati taman tersebut, kita akhirnya jalan kaki lagi ke &lt;b&gt;Notre Dome Chatedral&lt;/b&gt;. Gereja besar yang terbuat dari batu bata merah. Quite unique, one of popular tourist destination as well. Sampai sana kita lihat banyak yang lagi foto-foto juga, local and traveller. Ada yang lagi foto prewed juga, nice! Emang oke banget sih buat foto-foto. Di seberangnya ada &lt;b&gt;Central Post Office&lt;/b&gt; atau &lt;b&gt;Bu Dhien Than Pho&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;bergaya Eropa yang terkenal itu lengkap dengan jam dinding besar di bagian luarnya. Di dalamnya ada telepon umum berkamar-kamar, lucu deh, dengan banyak jam dinding yang menunjukkan beberapa waktu di beberapa kota besar dunia. Selain barang-barang berbau pos dan mony changer, disini di jual juga souvenir-souvenir Vietnam yang lucu-lucu. Saran, kalau ketemu yang lucu dan murah, mending langsung beli aja karena belum tentu ketemu di tempar lain. Saya jadi nyesel nggak beli gantungan hp lucu, karena in the end of the day saya nggak nemu yang sama di Ben Than market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AggIlD3K1Ec/Tvh4PyaS9eI/AAAAAAAAAfM/8EmYczi9a30/s1600/P1050328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AggIlD3K1Ec/Tvh4PyaS9eI/AAAAAAAAAfM/8EmYczi9a30/s200/P1050328.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;The Opera House&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was mid day already. Kita melanjutkan perjalanan lagi (of course, jalan kaki) ke&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Opera House Building&lt;/b&gt;. Basically, nothing really special sih disini. Disini biasanya diadakan pertunjukkan atau konser musik gitu. Again, the building looks really nice. Si seberangnya ada some kind of &amp;nbsp;public park yang memanjang memanjang, dimana sedang ada art open exhibition with war against drugs theme. Kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-LGaPRZqj8/Tvh24Y9PJSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/nUjNxKzAwtY/s1600/P1050343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-LGaPRZqj8/Tvh24Y9PJSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/nUjNxKzAwtY/s200/P1050343.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;The mosque&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Berhubung kita belum sholat, tujuan kita selanjutnya adalah Dung Du (nama jalan) tempat ada satu mesjid yang lumayan terkenal di HCMC. Ternyata letaknya nggak jauh dari Opera House, akhirnya kita sampai juga di&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Indian Jamia Muslim Mosque&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;atau&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jamia Thanh-Duong Hoi-Giao An-Do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;(tulisannya kira-kira begitu). Wow, kind of amazed juga akhirnya menemukan mesjid yang lumayan besar, yah..berhubung disini Islam itu minoritas dan kemana-mana ketemunya pork, hehe... It felt really nice. Alhamdulillah. Disana kebanyakan yang sholat adalah turis-turis dari Malaysia. Di depan mesjid persis, ada beberapa restoran Halal, kita pengen banget lunch disana. Salah satu yang kita pengen banget adalah Halal@Saigon (berdasarkan beberapa referensi di internet), tapi ya...sodara-sodara berhubung sudah fully booked sama rombongan Malaysia itu akhirnya kita nggak bisa makan disana. huks.....bete. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Akhirnya nyasarlah kita ke sebuah resto namanya&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Wrap n Roll&lt;/b&gt;, nggak jauh dari sana. Makanan Vietnam selain terkenal &amp;nbsp;Pho juga terkenal akan semacam spring roll basahnya. Tempatnya quite unique, kontemporer gitu. Yang saya inget dari resto ini adalah waitress yang badannya wuidih...body builder gitu, bukan itu deng yang mau diceritain sebenarnya, he was really nice and trying so hard to communicate with us in English. What a pleasant service! He even tried to actually open having conversation with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xpZKhXXvb8/Tvh37uvWEAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/77VL5gI5az8/s1600/P1050369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xpZKhXXvb8/Tvh37uvWEAI/AAAAAAAAAfA/77VL5gI5az8/s200/P1050369.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben Thanh Market gate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Next...akhirnya kita jalan kaki (lagi) ke&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Ben Thanh Market&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;yang terkenal itu. Disini dijual apa aja dari souvenir, baju, handcrafting, makanan dan apa aja yang khas Vietnam. Lucunya di bagian depan pasar ini adalah "fixed price" artinya kita nggak bisa nawar, sebenarnya bisa aja sih dikit-dikit, hehe... Terus jalan terus bagian dalam, itu toko-tokonya yang bisa kita tawar. Disini lumayan enak karena rata-rata penjualnya bisa berbahasa Inggris, bahkan Melayu. Cuma agak tricky aja disini, harga di tempat yang bisa di tawar seringkali di markup terlalu tinggi, jadi udah ditawar pun tetep mahal. Jadi harus agak pinter-pinter, karena di fixed price kadang jatuhnya jauh lebih murah atau bahkan sebaliknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cape juga jalan kaki seharian, akhirnya kita ngadem sebentar di&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;The Box&lt;/b&gt;, a small coffee shop nearby. Selain minum kopi (saya pesen choco sih), kita dikasih juga free green tea, and guess what, free refill juga. nice! cocok banget sama kopi &amp;amp; choco-nya yang pekat banget itu. Lumayan banget melepas lelah disini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1oDpBCY1V4/Tvh4-sdnR-I/AAAAAAAAAfk/uC98zcl2iY8/s1600/P1050403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1oDpBCY1V4/Tvh4-sdnR-I/AAAAAAAAAfk/uC98zcl2iY8/s200/P1050403.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;The Water Puppet Show&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hari sudah gelap, finally ini dia...&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Vietnamese Water Puppet Show&lt;/b&gt;. Kalo ke Vietnam, wajib kudu dan harus nonton yang satu ini. Sejenis wayang golek tradisionalnya Vietnam yang dimainin di atas air. Kita bayar&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;VND 120,000&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;per orang untuk nonton ini... Siangnya sebenarnya kita sudah kesini untuk pesan tiket untuk pertunjukan pukul 7.30 malam. Sekitar 50 menit lamanya kita dibuat terkesima sama permainan boneka diatas air itu,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;walaupun nggak ngerti ngerti juga ceritanya apa, secara pake bahasa Vietnam, hahaha...&amp;nbsp;dan jujur ditengah-tengah saya mulai ngantuk.hehe Still, simply amazing! Nggak kebanyang gimana cara mainnya, Di akhir show-nya pemainnya keluar semua si, tapi tetep aja kita terheran-heran... wicked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulangnya, dengan langkah gontai kita kembali ke hostel, masih dong..jalan kaki. Udah mulai gempor ni kaki. Tapi nggak apa-apalah puas.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;nothing but happy!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;:) Sempet mampir dulu di KFC cari makanan yang aman aja, dan beli snack di minimarket buat bekal besok. Sampai hostel, suaminya Dini yang dari Siem Rep udah menunggu, jadi kita officially pisah disini. Almost midnight, saya dan Icha langsung aja kebut cari-cari hostel untuk di Pnom Phen di internet via public PC fasilitas hostel. Untunglah...dapet juga, langsung booking! yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-8556194895555712503?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/8556194895555712503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=8556194895555712503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8556194895555712503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8556194895555712503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/12/backpacking-short-trip-to-vietnam_26.html' title='Mini Backpacking: Trip to HCMC - Pnom Phen (part 2)'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvLWDz_Gtfk/TvhE4PwNjHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/rmBGZSQgDXk/s72-c/P1050230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-5786569342357131760</id><published>2011-12-25T11:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T19:46:06.710+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel-living'/><title type='text'>Mini Backpacking: Trip to HCMC - Pnom Phen (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I thought I'm gonna write this down in English as I always do, but ummm...I think I'm waaay to lazy to do it. It's been a while after my trip to &lt;b&gt;Ho Chi Minh City (Vietnam) - Pnom Phen (Cambodia)&lt;/b&gt;, and I got all these stories on my head, a little scared it will be gone, soon. Anyway..let just see then... (most likely would be mixed up I guess, haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1 (Sat, 26/11)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFMFALLiNMY/TvafZ_QoqiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6WCa4ySzzmE/s1600/P1050171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFMFALLiNMY/TvafZ_QoqiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6WCa4ySzzmE/s200/P1050171.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inuk &amp;amp; Icha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So...finally.. berbekal dari tiket promo Air Asia &lt;b&gt;Jakarta - Ho Chi Minh City&lt;/b&gt; yang dibeli 3 bulan sebelumnya, berangkat juga lah kita.. saya berangkat sama Icha, teman saya di salah satu komunitas di Jakarta yang demen travelling juga. Kita naik bus Damri dari Bekasi ke&lt;b&gt; Soetta&lt;/b&gt;, yay...terminal 3 bo! Brand new terminal for international flight. I'm readyy... &amp;nbsp;Flight kita (lupa tepatnya) schedule-nya jam 6 malam. We arrived at the airport a little late, ok so late! haha.. &amp;nbsp;Even the check in counter officer gave us some &amp;nbsp;serious warning. *agak bete sebenarnya, galak siy... Udah gitu, dudulnya di conter check in itu we were suppose to pay airport tax, dan kita nggak prepare cash aja gituu.... Malah adanya duit dolar yang baru kita tukerin beberapa hari sebelumnya. Walhasil, saya lari-lari ke atm yang lumayeeen jauh dan Icha sibuk ngisi departure form untuk imigrasi. Beres juga...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now the custom part. Biasa aja sih sebenarnya...cuma berhubung sebelum masuk imigrasi kita ngotot beli Starbucks karena kehausan, walhasil kita di setrap dulu suruh ngabisin minumannya, haha...nekat sih. Pas lagi asik duduk ngabisin tu frappucino, nggak sengaja ngobrol sama traveller lain, namanya &lt;b&gt;Dini, &lt;/b&gt;ternyata dia mau ke Ho Chi Minh City (HCMC) juga, rencananya doi mau ketemu suaminya disana yang berangkat dari Siem Rep - Cambodia.&amp;nbsp;yah pas laahh.....bareng aja kita kalo gitu. Berangkaatt!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FPpiKj2EfM0/TvafmIHxEfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/rGaST_wYcE4/s1600/P1050421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FPpiKj2EfM0/TvafmIHxEfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/rGaST_wYcE4/s200/P1050421.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;our hostel lobby&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sekitar jam 9 malam akhirnya Alhamdulillah.. sampai juga kita dengan selamat di&lt;b&gt; Tan Son Nhat International Airport, Ho Chi Minh City. &lt;/b&gt;Airportnya bagus, custom juga ga ada masalah cuma petugasnya aja garing hehe.. (yeahh...got the stamp!).&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Dari sana langsung naik taksi (US$ 8) ke &lt;b&gt;District 1 - Pham Ngu Lao&lt;/b&gt; street menuju hostel yang udah kita booking seminggu sebelumnya lewat Agoda. Daerah sini emang backpacker area, banyak hostel ataupun guesthouse bertebaran. Agak kaget, ternyata menuju hostelnya kita harus jalan masuk gang becek gitu, di kanan kiri banyak bule-bule &amp;amp; juga warga lokal pada makan di pinggiran. Sampailah..&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Saigon Mini Hostel 2&lt;/b&gt; namanya. Berhubung kita berdua cewek-cewek, kita ambil amannya cari kamar yang berdua plus kamar mandi di dalam (wajib tuh, hehe..). Ternyata hostel ini oke banget kok, agak surprise juga, they provide welcome drink, toilettries, towel even hair dryer. wicked! &amp;nbsp;Agak lupa berapa kalo ga salah $24 untuk 2 malam. Lumayan murah lah ya....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, sempet keluar makan juga jam 10 malem berhubung udah kelaparan. Di deket hostel kita ada resto &lt;b&gt;117, &lt;/b&gt;lupa nama makanannya, tapi yg saya inget salah satu menunya kerang dara gitu with garlic &amp;amp; herbs, wuenakk...&amp;nbsp;Balik ke hostel. We crashed... saving the energy for the the next day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-5786569342357131760?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/5786569342357131760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=5786569342357131760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/5786569342357131760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/5786569342357131760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/12/backpacking-short-trip-to-vietnam.html' title='Mini Backpacking: Trip to HCMC - Pnom Phen (part 1)'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFMFALLiNMY/TvafZ_QoqiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6WCa4ySzzmE/s72-c/P1050171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-7089538734544958619</id><published>2011-12-21T23:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:46:09.686+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>21.12.11  Wednesday thought?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Maybe the reason why all the doors are closed, so you could open one that leads you to the perfect road" Fireworks - Katy Perry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, it's funny how life leads you to one way to another. It's the hand of God I guess. :) All you have to do is just keep going, no matter how hard it is. And just.. smiling, and even enjoying the view around. No matter how tough is the road, you know you could make it through. You just know it will lead you a very happy ending. And guess what, you'd be surprised on how soon it is. &amp;nbsp;#just a theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-7089538734544958619?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/7089538734544958619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=7089538734544958619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7089538734544958619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7089538734544958619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/12/211211-na-na-na.html' title='21.12.11  Wednesday thought?'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-2851047241129854495</id><published>2011-12-01T23:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:17:26.114+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I admit, I'm bleeding inside....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-2851047241129854495?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/2851047241129854495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=2851047241129854495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2851047241129854495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2851047241129854495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-admit-im-bleeding.html' title='I admit, I&apos;m bleeding inside....'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-1697927623482266668</id><published>2011-11-15T21:15:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:17:22.792+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>15.11.11  Tuesday Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="huge" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15pt; text-align: left;"&gt;"Faith consists in believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;Voltaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-1697927623482266668?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/1697927623482266668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=1697927623482266668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1697927623482266668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1697927623482266668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/11/151111-tuesday-thought.html' title='15.11.11  Tuesday Thought'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-5056799579193681704</id><published>2011-11-01T19:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:35:19.114+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><title type='text'>1.11.11  Morning Chat</title><content type='html'>At the parking lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A friend &amp;nbsp;: "Hi Morning"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me &amp;nbsp;: &amp;nbsp;"Hi!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A friend &amp;nbsp;: "So..what's her name?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me &amp;nbsp;: &amp;nbsp;"Oh, she's Annabele, and yours?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A friend &amp;nbsp;: "Nice.. he's Marco"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me &amp;nbsp;: &amp;nbsp;"Cool" (smile)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A friend &amp;nbsp;: "Hmm..maybe we should be in-laws. What do you think?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me &amp;nbsp;: &amp;nbsp;"Ya, I guess so. It would be great but um..I have to tell her dad first.." (lol)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's morning conversation in the basement of my office building - We parked our car side by side. Same brand, type, transmition, but different color. It was funny though, the conversation I meant. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-5056799579193681704?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/5056799579193681704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=5056799579193681704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/5056799579193681704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/5056799579193681704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/11/11112-morning-conversation.html' title='1.11.11  Morning Chat'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-4636964960249673797</id><published>2011-10-31T23:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T11:05:15.051+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>31.10.11  CRAZY, STUPID, LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Because when you find the one, you never give up" Cal Weaver&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgZQhMPEdIw/Tq7LMrV0yYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6r_MWiuFI8s/s1600/Crazy-Stupid-Love-203x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgZQhMPEdIw/Tq7LMrV0yYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6r_MWiuFI8s/s200/Crazy-Stupid-Love-203x300.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi, I just watched a new movie called...well you see the tittle here. Watched it twice already. lol. Really really like it, very&amp;nbsp;recommended. One of my favorite so far. The film is actually really funny but somewhat not boring and cheesy, and yet you will get something in the end. The whole point of the story is about an ordinary family in a difficult time, not necessarily a love story. Well of course yes, it's a love story as well, but I love how the&amp;nbsp;story&amp;nbsp;wrapped in a family ties, complete with unprecedented twisted crazy ending.&amp;nbsp;You will definitely laugh, shed tears a little perhaps, and maybe..feel moved after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In the end, hey..it just life, you always have your ups and down&amp;nbsp;at the most unpredictable time&amp;nbsp;like a roller coaster, and you should just get through it. :) Ok again, too lazy to give you the complete review.&amp;nbsp;I feel sort of attached with movie maybe because it is basically about family, and I'm all about family. I have a great family and pretty close with them. I always put my family first and for sure I want to build my own family near in the future. Anyway..just watch then!&amp;nbsp;*hmm..maybe they should pay me for this lol ;p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And um, talking about movies.. Well, &amp;nbsp;movies became one of my favorite thing for such a long time. I just noticed that I've never really written about movies in this blog, I even just made a new 'movie' label here, probably will write more film later. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's funny that I always &amp;nbsp;feel like I'm in a movie.. wait, this is not a story about &amp;nbsp;an actress wannabe girl. lol. I just thought that life is such a movie, really. For me, more like drama (maybe because I have watched too much drama and I am miss drama, lol). Sometimes I imagine my life is a movie where I become the main character, complete with the back sound and soundtrack where the story lies as I walking down my life. I have some songs (a lot actually) that I consider soundtrack of my movie.lol. I always wonder, how is the end of my movie, and that is not by the end of my life anyway, but maybe more like.. how is the end of part.1 then 2, 3, ... if it is a series of movie. Think it will be some funny stories to be told in the future. :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The pic was taken from&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;http://www.iamstaggered.com/usa/happy-ever-after/10-reasons-to-see-crazy-stupid-love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-4636964960249673797?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/4636964960249673797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=4636964960249673797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/4636964960249673797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/4636964960249673797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/10/311011-crazy-stupid-love.html' title='31.10.11  CRAZY, STUPID, LOVE'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EgZQhMPEdIw/Tq7LMrV0yYI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6r_MWiuFI8s/s72-c/Crazy-Stupid-Love-203x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-6063982000494434592</id><published>2011-10-30T16:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:03:42.850+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>30.10.11  Sunday Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When moving on is a hard thing to do, just stay where you are" - Hardrock fm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I say.. and don't look back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-6063982000494434592?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/6063982000494434592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=6063982000494434592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/6063982000494434592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/6063982000494434592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/10/301011-sunday-thought.html' title='30.10.11  Sunday Thought'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-2743533867714837581</id><published>2011-10-30T15:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T15:59:58.042+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel-living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>30.10.11  Some Pics (2)</title><content type='html'>Hey, these are some pics from my last mini trip a couple of weeks ago. It was actually quite a long roadshow business trip, starting from Solo, Surabaya then Bali. I decided to took additional 2 days in Bali to just relax after a full week of flight &amp;amp; work. It was nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4sjblubm7dQ/Tq0QldNIY3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/66RQyll_j2Q/s1600/P1040507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4sjblubm7dQ/Tq0QldNIY3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/66RQyll_j2Q/s320/P1040507.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jimbaran, Bali - Indonesia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xaizETyHsGU/Tq0Qm_8AQZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/3qs4Icl5ZWM/s1600/P1040816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xaizETyHsGU/Tq0Qm_8AQZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/3qs4Icl5ZWM/s320/P1040816.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bedugul, Bali - Indonesia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CbOIule18u0/Tq0Qom7oQWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/mMH6SAtG0_Y/s1600/P1040865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CbOIule18u0/Tq0Qom7oQWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/mMH6SAtG0_Y/s320/P1040865.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kuta, Bali - Indonesia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-2743533867714837581?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/2743533867714837581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=2743533867714837581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2743533867714837581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2743533867714837581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/10/301011-some-pics-2.html' title='30.10.11  Some Pics (2)'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4sjblubm7dQ/Tq0QldNIY3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/66RQyll_j2Q/s72-c/P1040507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pondok Kelapa, Jakarta Capital Region 13450, Indonesia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-6.245759 106.940557</georss:point><georss:box>-6.277328 106.90107499999999 -6.214189999999999 106.980039</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-1552463170717822773</id><published>2011-10-28T21:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:11:46.838+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>28.10.11  A Cup of Tea After Work (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ge04SxiHUJA/Tq6jU3zmVMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/CuhWf9Nefso/s1600/Picture1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="78" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ge04SxiHUJA/Tq6jU3zmVMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/CuhWf9Nefso/s640/Picture1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, here I am again..at the same coffee shop just like last week, having my warm jasmine green tea. Hmm..I kind of like it here, probably will do this every Friday night. Kind of perfect time I guess after a whole week of work and..work (lol), welcoming &amp;nbsp;the lovely weekend.. taking time for myself. Unwind. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do really think that friends is one of greatest gift of life. Well, not trying to be cheesy here, but um..it just that I love the fact that I have tons of inspiring people around me. I've learnt that life could be so much in colors, which are incredibly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I kind of lost now where should I start, how to express my feelings because there is so much things to say.&amp;nbsp;I feel really blessed that in my whole entire life I'm always &amp;nbsp;in a positive&amp;nbsp;atmosphere. I think I'm a pretty lucky girl, I've never really had any friends that sort of negative, if I may say. I mean, I have quite lots of friends, but all my closest friends are really great. I can easily feel a very constructive&amp;nbsp;surrounding, encouraging me to be a better person every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some circle of friends for sure. And each of my&amp;nbsp;circle&amp;nbsp;of friends taught me a different lessons of life. I wish I could jot down them all one by one, how they actually affect my life in many aspects, but I'm too lazy for it, sorry (well probably will do it next time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, It's kind of funny that I'm easily feel inspired my people (lol) but I do feel really inspired.&amp;nbsp;I learned the most from my college friends that you should follow your passion when it comes to work, that success will follow you later when you focus on what you're best at, that in the end you still have to enjoy your life. I learned from my friends in community that you could be whatever you want, that you don't have to narrow your self doing only one thing in life, the possibilities is out there, that you should live your life to the fullest responsibly. I learned I also that I need to learn more about my belief, that I can't be so much in ignorance, that I need to find some meaning. I learned to be more tolerant. I learned to respect people indeed. I learned from my girl friends that I need to listen more, that it is ok to be&amp;nbsp;vulnerable&amp;nbsp;sometimes, that we are just some kind of emotional being who could be very sensitive most of the time. I learned how to take care of myself. I learned from my childhood friends to thankful with what I have, to stay on the ground every time. I learned to let go off things. I learned to see the world without my own eyes. (wow, so many already lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot. But most importantly, I learned&amp;nbsp;how&amp;nbsp;to enjoy my life, how to laugh.. with all my heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hey...I love today's meeting" - at Chava Cafe a week ago&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-1552463170717822773?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/1552463170717822773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=1552463170717822773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1552463170717822773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1552463170717822773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/10/281011-cup-of-tea-after-work-part-2.html' title='28.10.11  A Cup of Tea After Work (part 2)'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ge04SxiHUJA/Tq6jU3zmVMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/CuhWf9Nefso/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-3541393959381516282</id><published>2011-10-21T21:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T06:38:12.863+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>21.10.11 A Cup of Tea After Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"See you on top!" a college friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got off from work, but then I decided to stop by here in a coffee shop nearby &amp;nbsp;for a while. Taking my time to do whatever I'm doing now, because I knew as soon as I get home, I won't do anything except watching tv then going to bed early. I ordered a tuna&amp;nbsp;sandwich, taste great by the way, and a cup of tea. I can smell the green tea and jasmine all together, so good. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how much I love my job. I feel so blessed and I think I'm a very lucky girl that I love my job in every way. You know, work can be really tough sometimes, but wow.. they're right, it wont make you so much in stress when you really enjoy it. Even stuck in the traffic every morning doesn't really bother me (well you really can't complain on that one particular thing when you live in Jakarta, haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My career probably not the best of all, I had my ups and down, and I still have. But hey..through all those endlessly effort I finally made it here and yet, still there is a long way to go.&amp;nbsp;I had this image of where I am now on my mind ever since I was in college, when I decided to take my major then concentration in second year. I knew that this is something that I want to do (and yet, I still have tons of other things I want to do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, here I am sitting in a coffee shop by my self, enjoying my moment, embracing my dreams, feeling so blessed to be where I am now. I can't believe that I'm really walking on my dream. Big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surely not a crazy workaholic girl having some ambition in some high specific position. Of course, I have some dreams in career, but yet I don't really give a damn. I think I'm quite a laid back girl, even though you won't see me that way if you look me at work.lol. Well, I'm kind of just doing my best, something that I just do. I understand as well that maybe sometimes in the future I have to give up my career for something bigger (I have tons of &amp;nbsp;other things I want to do remember?) and that..really doesn't bother me at all because I know that I have lived my best days. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-3541393959381516282?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/3541393959381516282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=3541393959381516282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/3541393959381516282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/3541393959381516282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/10/211011-cup-of-tea-after-work.html' title='21.10.11 A Cup of Tea After Work'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-2700990507392072946</id><published>2011-08-29T08:24:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T16:03:21.216+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel-living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>29.08.11  Some Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi, I haven't written much about some of my mini trip this year. Been to some places (well..not so many actually), but waay..too lazy to write them down.lol. So here they are, some beaches pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646089746443066354" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPX5cAL2L8w/Tlrwtcq22_I/AAAAAAAAASk/ukkMOtv7MUc/s320/CIMG2422.JPG" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tanjung Kalayang, Belitung - Indonesia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mD07ScL2qVI/TlrsZUsiXZI/AAAAAAAAASE/FFWsyp8x4nk/s1600/CIMG2354.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646085002658733458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mD07ScL2qVI/TlrsZUsiXZI/AAAAAAAAASE/FFWsyp8x4nk/s320/CIMG2354.JPG" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pasir Island, Belitung - Indonesia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6IWoTHQgH1o/TlrsZqjGSPI/AAAAAAAAASU/1ivm5BGFnn0/s1600/P1040261.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646085008524724466" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6IWoTHQgH1o/TlrsZqjGSPI/AAAAAAAAASU/1ivm5BGFnn0/s320/P1040261.JPG" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pramuka Island, Kep. Seribu - Indonesia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7boEy9FBH-o/TlrsZnG1W3I/AAAAAAAAASM/Oq3UtITINMQ/s1600/P1040137.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646085007600868210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7boEy9FBH-o/TlrsZnG1W3I/AAAAAAAAASM/Oq3UtITINMQ/s320/P1040137.JPG" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semak Daun Island, Kep. Seribu - Indonesia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for the next trip. I'll go a little farther with a friend only. Just booked our flight out ticket, now preparing the itinerary &amp;amp; stuff. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-2700990507392072946?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/2700990507392072946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=2700990507392072946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2700990507392072946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2700990507392072946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/08/290811-some-pics.html' title='29.08.11  Some Pics'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xPX5cAL2L8w/Tlrwtcq22_I/AAAAAAAAASk/ukkMOtv7MUc/s72-c/CIMG2422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-7182559375630564909</id><published>2011-08-14T20:27:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T19:07:58.093+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>14.08.11   My Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Naik kereta api tut..tut...tut..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LoJg3CC4GCU/TkfNpAQOwlI/AAAAAAAAAR0/fBXlbe1KoNE/s1600/P1000304.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was a litt&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_TaBBmsg3s/TkfN6jPoX-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/ILtZm1bxYhY/s200/P1000304.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640703464081743842" /&gt;le my family were often going back to my dad hometown by train, I almost forgot what it felt like. The only thing I could remember that it was always really crowded full of other passengers and also tons of &lt;i&gt;hawkers&lt;/i&gt; suddenly appear every time the train stopped in each transit stations. Our ritual of going back hometown with train automatically stopped right after we have our own family car, we started to do the road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been using train as one of my main option to take me anywhere ever since I was in college. I used to take KRL (Commuter line train) to Depok to go to my campus. After I graduated I stopped to use train regularly, I moved from one company to another, used different type of public transport. My third job was in Thamrin area, I took train (the commuter one) again to work, really liked it. I still use train sometimes, well..actually rarely. Last time I took KRL alone, I just got back from thousand island..had to go to home, so I took train from Jakarta Kota station. Oh ya, few months ago I took 7 hours train to Jogjakarta, it was great! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I always enjoy having a public transport to get anywhere, but..I always have a thing with train. I really like the feeling when I'm on the train, somehow it makes me feel excited, happy. It gives me a lot of time to think too, I like it. Well, sometimes I just fell asleep right away, lol. I just love the time when I pause, the ambiance, the crowd..the people and moreover it teaches me a lot about life. I meet tons of other people there (of course), from students, workers, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;hawkers, beggar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;street um..train musician, kids, families, bike-to-work'ers, &lt;i&gt;ibu-ibu arisan, &lt;/i&gt;good old friends, or even pickpocket, &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;you name it...all at a time (ok um, it's actually different people when I take economy or express class). Some people are very kind -always giving space for others, some are really selfish-taking other people spaces abruptly-, some are just don't care.. More and more they are become friendly faces for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One other thing that I like is..railway station. I just like the feeling in the morning. I usually read my book or magz when I'm waiting for my train. Sometimes I just see, see the pace surround me, see the people. One of my favorite station probably Gondangdia Station, my destination station when I worked in Thamrin. I took some time in the morning after I get there, having some &lt;i&gt;indomie &lt;/i&gt;or just hot tea..reading my book or talking with other people..enjoying my morning. It was such a great feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have moved (work, again), for some reason now I have to use my own car to go to work since so far it's the best options. Ahh..now I really miss taking the train...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-7182559375630564909?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/7182559375630564909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=7182559375630564909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7182559375630564909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7182559375630564909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/08/140811-my-train.html' title='14.08.11   My Train'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_TaBBmsg3s/TkfN6jPoX-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/ILtZm1bxYhY/s72-c/P1000304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-7434637076309069996</id><published>2011-08-04T19:56:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:25:17.124+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>04.08.11  My Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Have a blessed Ramadhan for all Muslims in the world. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this holy month, I kind of have the urge to write something more spiritual since this month is basically fully dedicated to us to get in touch with our spiritual side, as a human being, as the perfect creation of Allah SWT. I know I'm not really good in this because I realize that I feel like I'm not even a good Muslim but umm...I'll give it a shot. Anyway, I'm not going to talk about fasting this moment. It will be about my prayer or&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sholat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;As a Muslim,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sholat&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;becomes one of my obligation. After we reach our puberty, we are obliged to do it (&lt;i&gt;sholat fardhu)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;5 times a day (we have more, but the rest are&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sunnah&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;or not mandatory). It was a long journey for me to actually find out how&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sholat&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;really means, for me personally. Born and raised as a Muslim, didn't make me a "Muslim" right away. I had my ups and down (and I still have..), and it took years for me to finally really do my&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sholat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was a kid, I skipped my&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sholat&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;sooo many times because I felt like it was a burden. I was too lazy to do it. As time went by, I was getting more and more aware about my&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sholat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I didn't really know what it means, I just did the sequential movements without any emotional bond or furthermore involving spiritual side. Then gradually I started to be more consistent, I tried really hard to complete my&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sholat fardhu&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;every day. It still felt like a burden for me. After a while, I started to learn more about&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sholat&lt;/i&gt;, about the recites inside it...the meaning in Bahasa, and try to figure out the meaning beneath it.&amp;nbsp;I understand that people doing it&amp;nbsp;for many reasons.. some just don't want to go the hell, some want to go to heaven.. some for gratitude.. some for asking something.. some just like to "talk" with Him... some want to be closer with Him... and So, what's in it for me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever the reason, I respect everyone who is consistently do their&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sholat&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;which is really not so easy. I even sometimes skip mine for some stupid reasons&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(forgive me God) &amp;amp; even doing it in&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;khusuk&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;or properly manner. However, for me personally&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sholat&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;is about my connection to Allah, the Creator, the Most Gracious the Most Merciful. I feel the joy when I'm doing my&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sholat,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;it feels like everything around me is slowing down at that particular around 10 minutes, all those mundane worries and fears just go away. I feel like talking to Him without actually talk. I believe He is in me. I don't even have to ask anything to Him because I know He listens to me all the time and what He has given to me is just more than enough, I simply couldn't even ask for more. It is such a beautiful feeling I guess at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize as well that it is really amazing that Allah wants us to meet/talk to Him everyday even tough He doesn't really need it, He is our creator after all. He designed that way for us. And it's funny that we are the one who actually really need it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-7434637076309069996?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/7434637076309069996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=7434637076309069996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7434637076309069996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7434637076309069996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/08/040811-my-praying.html' title='04.08.11  My Prayer'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-390419112047084852</id><published>2011-07-28T22:20:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T09:00:07.198+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>28.07.11 My Oasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; "I'll be looking at my window seeing Adelaide sky....."  Adhitia Sofyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's funny how we can find the beauty of life in every little things, very simple things. Sometimes you just need to see it closer, it's everywhere in your everyday. It could be in the middle of the traffic when you realize that it is the only moment you're really alone and gives you time to think or maybe a little nap. It could be a few second when you realize that people actually keep waiting each other in your office little &lt;i&gt;musholla&lt;/i&gt; to have a  &lt;i&gt;sholat berjamaah &lt;/i&gt;(collective prayer)&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;It could be in the eyes of your parents welcoming you home after a draining day. It could be in a little email you just got from your good friend when you really need it. It could be the moment when you take &lt;i&gt;angkot &lt;/i&gt;to get home, because you really miss the feeling of taking a public vehicle since now you have your own car.. Oh wait, think they are all my oasis today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And..you know what, it's funny that I actually start my notes with it's funny most of the time.. lol.. ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-390419112047084852?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/390419112047084852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=390419112047084852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/390419112047084852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/390419112047084852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/07/280711-oasis.html' title='28.07.11 My Oasis'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-8950300937827462190</id><published>2011-07-28T20:20:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T21:18:34.419+07:00</updated><title type='text'>28.07.11   I think I'm dying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm dying, dying to wake up without you, without you in my head again &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm dying, dying to forget about you, that you ever lived &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a shade come over this heart that's coping with laying down to rest &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm dying to live without you again &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm dying, dying to find a distraction, get you away from me &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm dying, dying to reach a conclusion, so that the world can see &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the same old story of love and glory that broke before it bent &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm dying to live without you again &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The first time you left I said goodbye &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now there's not a prayer that can survive &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dying, dying to die just to come back so we can meet again &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dying, dying to say what I always should have said &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As long as there's a breath... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm dying and I can't live without you again &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's a strange emotion this but there's still hope in this &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As long as there's a breath... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm dying and I can't live without you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm dying and I can't live without you again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nEp4Agedhds?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-8950300937827462190?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/8950300937827462190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-2458167737469659798</id><published>2011-07-03T16:40:00.016+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T09:07:12.070+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>03.07.11  See you Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;First time I knew about this song is from a friend few years ago. He made me listen to this song along with some other songs in a compilation cd that he made by himself for me. It was nice. :) It's been one of my favorite song ever since. I listened about this song again today on my way to Jakarta from Bandung after attending a friend wedding. I remember that I gave this song to a friend on her last effective day at work few weeks ago, she moved to other company by the way, kind of sad. But um..it's nice to know that we will always be friend, that I will meet her again soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, I was thinking about posting this song to my blog. I thought it's kind of perfect time. Not just because I have also left to another company (hey, again, I have moved! lol) which means I will really miss some of good friends there, but actually..because I'm thinking about someone that I for sure will meet again, soon. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mR7LtmjPB-M?rel=0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So you lost your trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; you never should have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No you never should have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But don't break your back if you ever see this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But don't answer that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In a bullet-prove vest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;With the windows all closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be doing my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'll see you soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In a telescope lens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; when all you want is friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll see you soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So they came for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They come snapping at your heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They come snapping at your heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But don't break your back if you ever heard this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But don't answer that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cause in a bullet-prove vest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;With the windows all closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be doing my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'll see you soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In a telescope lens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp; when all you want is friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll see you soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Noo you lost your trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Noo you lost your trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Noo don't lose your trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Noo don't lose your trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-2458167737469659798?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/2458167737469659798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=2458167737469659798&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2458167737469659798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2458167737469659798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/07/030711-ill-see-you-soon.html' title='03.07.11  See you Soon'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mR7LtmjPB-M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-6499883515920815349</id><published>2011-06-02T17:33:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:02:58.265+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>02.06.11  Where am I going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There's no right or wrong, and if you're wrong, you're right" a friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how life can be so witty. Seriously you never know where you are going. All of sudden, so many decisions need to made, so many things need to be considered and so many risks probably need to be taken. And there you are, standing in a crossroad, looking for some directions that sometimes you just couldn't find any (ok, um..in every cases, maybe you just should ask God). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway..in the end, you just have to make up your mind which way you will take and believe in it. No turning back. Maybe the end of the road is exactly what you have expected, maybe it turns out to be a completely different one, but then again.. you probably would be happier than you have thought before. And if you feel like you have gone to the wrong way, you know that you're right. It just you, trying to figure things out, walking down your path..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is scary sometimes, heading to some altering life decisions. But then again, you probably just need to believe yourself that you will have made the best decisions for your life. You have seen the perfect image there before. It will never be easy, but it will always worth it. And even if everything isn't working like you have thought it would be, you know that it's the joy of the journey that matters... that you have taken your chances, that you have gone so far for something you believe in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcSyS0jz2yg/TeeU8ExExjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/04N49tUPNiY/s320/Chris%2527%2BPhotos%2B318.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613619220333250098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ps. I borrowed above image from a friend. well, thank you, for everything.  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-6499883515920815349?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/6499883515920815349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=6499883515920815349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/6499883515920815349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/6499883515920815349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/06/020611-where-am-i-going.html' title='02.06.11  Where am I going?'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcSyS0jz2yg/TeeU8ExExjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/04N49tUPNiY/s72-c/Chris%2527%2BPhotos%2B318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-756423394537464320</id><published>2011-02-07T22:09:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:24:19.332+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>07.02.11  My Jakarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/TVAZLMgueCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dpX0l5AVnMc/s1600/P1000868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/TVAZLMgueCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dpX0l5AVnMc/s320/P1000868.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980419185047586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, this is my second post in 2011. Nice!! lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend almost my entire life here in Jakarta, where I was born, grow up and live. I always wonder how people live their life, how life revolve around them and how are they feeling toward life. Few months ago, I found a very nice place here in the internet where I can take a sneak peak of people life. This place really captures the reality of Jakarta people, which I really love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I have met a six years old environmentalist, an architect who turned to a wedding singer, a cheating husband, a bajaj driver who previously a corporate guy, a scavenger expecting his first baby, a strong little girl fighting with cancer everyday, a female racer who is really enjoying her role as a mother, a 3-in-1 jockey who clearly doesn't want to be a criminal, a celebrity who has tons of side projects, a volunteer who dedicate her life taking care of street children, a security officer, a young successful businessman, a dedicated contemporer artist, an ambulance driver, a bartender, a film maker, a student who just got scholarship in Harvard university, and soooo many others. Surprisingly, few weeks ago I met also a friend in college who is now successfully run his business providing free e-book and recently introduced in Forbes mags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fascinated on how people live their life. How they choose to be in their place right now, how they passionately doing what they love and what keep them motivated. I am for sure inspired and learn a lot from them. See..you don't always need to cross the globe to learn something. Just open your eyes, open your mind and open your heart. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..this is some sneak peak:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How did you convince yourself to follow your dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I never felt at home working in an office, where I was working nine-to-five with a rigid and formal setting. Because I never really found peace, I hopped from company to company. The turning point came when I wanted to go with Avip and his musical company to a competition in Italy. My office wouldn’t give me a week off to go to Italy. I battled emotions and questioned what was the right thing to do. I decided to go with Avip and come back to Jakarta jobless. I knew I wanted to sing and I was going to do whatever it took to make that dream come true." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-an architect turned to wedding singer-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So it’s not an easy job at all. It’s a real test of your patience and your emotions. There has to be something that drives you, something that keeps you with the Red Cross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I don’t have a reason other than I just feel that what I’m doing now is the right thing to do and I know I’m helping people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; -a red cross ambulance driver- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, here is the link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thejakartaglobe.com/myjakarta"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.thejakartaglobe.com/myjakarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have a nice day!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-756423394537464320?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/756423394537464320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=756423394537464320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/756423394537464320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/756423394537464320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/02/070211-my-jakarta.html' title='07.02.11  My Jakarta'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/TVAZLMgueCI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dpX0l5AVnMc/s72-c/P1000868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-1276781104216673278</id><published>2011-02-06T17:07:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:18:54.585+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>06.02.11  Untitled</title><content type='html'>So my first post in 2011. :) &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/TU59BzOLcEI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ccIvzBW8N5k/s200/P1030417.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570527258986901570" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few days ago I had dinner with one of my best friend. We've been friends since we were in the first grade of primary school. We practically grow up together, even though somehow we kind of live in two different world apart. And there we were, rambling about our story of life in the past and present and for sure questioning so many things about the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we, not just me and my friend, will always questioning about our life. Trying to figure out how we suppose to do in many aspect of life and dying know about what is the ending in every chapter. We desperately need some conclusions, and run from one theory to another and sometimes end up with nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's not about the answer, but more about what is the reason. Really, there is nothing we can do, except just go on and let the life flow. Maybe a happy ending is not about the ending, it just about moving on. It's a about how we are dealing with life each and every day. And we probably will reach the wisdom in the end of every chapter. We will grow, we will learn, and we will laugh in the very end. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am rambling, aren't I? lol....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Maybe a happy ending is just about moving on" - a movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-1276781104216673278?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/1276781104216673278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=1276781104216673278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1276781104216673278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1276781104216673278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2011/02/060211-untitled.html' title='06.02.11  Untitled'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/TU59BzOLcEI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ccIvzBW8N5k/s72-c/P1030417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-1101875328924492332</id><published>2010-12-18T00:01:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:19:36.117+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><title type='text'>17.12.10  My December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(109, 109, 109); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aal Izz Well" - The 3 Idiots&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(109, 109, 109); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(109, 109, 109); line-height: 16px; "&gt;Can't believe it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(109, 109, 109); line-height: 16px; "&gt;December 2010 already!!! SO far, I have only 7 posts this year, what a productive year! haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(109, 109, 109); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(109, 109, 109); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, um..again, it's been a while. When I looked up my previous posts, I found that most of them are 'curhat'. Not so good I guess, I expected it would be more of my thoughts towards many things that I put my interest to, but somehow it always end up with the 'curhat' thing. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I'm actually not in the best mood right now. Something just happened, some little stuff, but surprisingly quite bugging my mind. Ah well.. maybe not the best time to blog but..somehow I feel good knowing that I'm writing a little now. I'm thinking to start over in 2010. Sounds like it is my 2 years blog circle.hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, see you soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/TQuXv_x8C1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/mrJeduIpuAg/s200/P1000837.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551697816494803794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-1101875328924492332?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/1101875328924492332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=1101875328924492332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1101875328924492332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1101875328924492332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2010/12/171210-my-december.html' title='17.12.10  My December'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/TQuXv_x8C1I/AAAAAAAAAO8/mrJeduIpuAg/s72-c/P1000837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-8460955155994393605</id><published>2010-05-29T09:21:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:32:24.758+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>29.05.10  End of The Rainbow</title><content type='html'>Okay, I think it's not fair enough if I don't put Mr. Sandhy Sondoro here. I've been in his live performance once, really awesome! Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2k8c01wxS7A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2k8c01wxS7A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-8460955155994393605?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/8460955155994393605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=8460955155994393605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8460955155994393605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8460955155994393605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2010/05/290510-end-of-rainbow.html' title='29.05.10  End of The Rainbow'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-309365396226136339</id><published>2010-05-15T19:55:00.015+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T16:55:27.488+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>15.05.10 Where should I start?</title><content type='html'>Pheww...finally, got a bit energy to write something. To be honest, I don't really know what to say right now, I mean..it's been quite some time and there's a lot to be told. Well, I'm aware that I don't have to share everything, and frankly I don't want to, but still..where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...I guess I'm in a good place right now. Life's been good, new things came and some changes too..  I just started a new chapter, still doing things I like, been in one of the most beautiful place in earth (at least for me, so far..), finally started a project that I had been wanting for so long and.. surprisingly found a part of my life 14,000 km away! Wicked! And ya, someone will probably laugh that I'm using the 'w' word here  (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see..um..think I know a bit what this is all about. Somehow they are related to my previous posts. I desperately needed to move on, to have some changes in my life. So here I am..was trying to get an idea to write and just realized that, hey..I have moved on! well, at least for some points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it still..there's thousands more of empty pages that I need to write.. well, I know, it will be great! I hope so! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/S-_vMeVBThI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yRLk3IpWH-s/s1600/tanjung+kalayang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/S-_vMeVBThI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yRLk3IpWH-s/s320/tanjung+kalayang.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471855069857140242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Karena hati tidak mengenal kata kepenuhan" a Japanese teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-309365396226136339?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/309365396226136339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=309365396226136339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/309365396226136339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/309365396226136339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2010/05/160510-where-should-i-start.html' title='15.05.10 Where should I start?'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/S-_vMeVBThI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yRLk3IpWH-s/s72-c/tanjung+kalayang.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-5990691834414961369</id><published>2010-02-04T21:46:00.024+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:38:18.325+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>07.02.10  Chances to Forgive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future." Paul Boese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, every second, God gives us every single chance to forgive. Something that sometimes very much easy to say but also so hard to do at a time. Whether forgiving someone that hurt you so bad in the past or just forgiving yourself for something that you regret for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that to forgive doesn't always mean to forget. But I believe when we say that we finally forgive someone, we should just have to forget about what they did  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not literary&lt;/span&gt;) and even send some pray for good things to them. Forgiving yourself means also that you forget the past (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again, not literary&lt;/span&gt;, hehe..) and keep your hopes for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is never easy to forgive completely I guess. At least, sometimes I kind of feel that way in some point. It takes times, and sometimes tears do comes along. I'm not going to say some kind of nice words how to forgive, because like I said, sometimes it just not that easy. Letting the time heals probably one of our best chances to forgive. And when the time comes, be thankful about it and don't forget to take some lesson from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure it is worth taking the chances. Well, in this case, chances to forgive and to open the eyes in every possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lowr5C65zfA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lowr5C65zfA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-5990691834414961369?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/5990691834414961369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=5990691834414961369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/5990691834414961369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/5990691834414961369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2010/02/040210-chances-to-forgive.html' title='07.02.10  Chances to Forgive'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-3721032725109604034</id><published>2010-01-30T19:53:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:39:10.407+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><title type='text'>30.01.10  Just A Little Change..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="body"&gt;"Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are.&lt;/span&gt;"   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bertolt Brecht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I've just deleted almost all my blog posts in 2008. I keep the first one because it reminds me the first time I moved to Papyrus about 2 years ago. Nothing is personal, I just happened to remove them. Well, I have saved them in my personal files actually, so I won't miss a thing. hehe.. The 2010 will be a good start I guess, I start to change the way I blog, and the most important is the perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Hope this year would be great then!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cross my finger ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/S2QytkEGU4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/anIWqA59maI/s1600-h/kempinski.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/S2QytkEGU4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/anIWqA59maI/s200/kempinski.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432522808872031106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-3721032725109604034?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/3721032725109604034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=3721032725109604034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/3721032725109604034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/3721032725109604034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2010/01/300110-fyi.html' title='30.01.10  Just A Little Change..'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/S2QytkEGU4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/anIWqA59maI/s72-c/kempinski.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-3772875506257651257</id><published>2010-01-24T20:57:00.021+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:26:40.729+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>24.01.10 It's Time to Move On..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It is never good living in the past too long. As for the future, thanks to Dan, it didn't so scary anymore. It could be whatever I want it to be." J.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I've just finished season 8 (finale) of SCRUBS, a comedy sitcom. Well, as you have probably known, this is one of my favorite show, like ever! And after 5 years, I finally finished it. Kinda sad..I'm gonna miss them all and all those jokes &amp;amp; simple philosophies of life (even though I knew they finally made the 9th season, but I consider this is still the end since they didn't plan to at first and most of the casts no longer appear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I think we just need to move on simply because we want something better in life and surely things just..change. Whether leaving a place you love for something better, leaving your family and friends to catch your dreams, or even the simplest thing like changing the way you talk because you know sometimes your friends feel annoyed,  taking a knitting class or re-arrange your room for some refreshment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I believe one thing. No matter how hard we've tried to move on or change, in the end it will always be God's decision. We as human can only put our best in it and pray, and the rest will be taken by Him. Sometimes we failed, sometimes we're not. We probably just need to stick with the plan and finally find that there must be other way better, whether it is exactly just like we want or maybe even it is completely different one. Well..in the end, we will get the picture of ourselves in the past and future just like we're watching the show. We simply couldn't believe about the very long way we've just passed and still, it is a very very long road to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, well..I haven't moved on yet, at least for the one thing I desperately want to. It is, in fact,  not easy for me no matter how hard I try and sometimes it still feels sucks. I do believe in happy ending even though not as close as fairy tales. It could be every thing I want or not, but still..I don't know what the future brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the last scene, it's the future in JD's mind, what he wants it to be. And who's to say this would happen? Well..good nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytXEtbC4OqA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytXEtbC4OqA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-3772875506257651257?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/3772875506257651257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=3772875506257651257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/3772875506257651257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/3772875506257651257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2010/01/240110-its-time-to-move-on.html' title='24.01.10 It&apos;s Time to Move On..'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-5192365226430648538</id><published>2010-01-07T23:21:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:39:52.872+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel-living'/><title type='text'>07.01.10 Traveling:  Welcoming 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Traveling - it offers you a hundred of roads to adventure and gives your heart wings" - Ibn Battuta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcoming the year 2010 with traveling is such a good recipe, I guess. With some friends, I went to Ungaran, Ambarawa and Semarang craving for some adventures to start the year.  Although this wasn't my first time to such areas, I was still excited. We visited my Pak De then continue the journey to Rawa Pening loch, the Gedong Songo Temple up the mountain,  the beautiful Old City of Semarang, the legendary 'Blenduk' church, Sate 29 and Toko Oen, the creepy Lawang Sewu also the famous Simpang Lima Semarang. O yeah don't forget the local food as well, it's damn delicious! Well.. I have to admit, the trip wasn't that easy, specially about the transportation and accommodation, but I believe it is part of the art of traveling one. I mean, for the poor travelers like us. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I began to dare consider myself now as a traveller (not a tourist ;p) after a very few short trip, hehe.. Not so backpacker because I do really enjoy traveling either with backpacking style or taking a road trip for instance. I remember my first real road trip was in 2006 with some college friends, a whole week went around central java and it was pleasure as well. I really enjoy buying experience so much more than buying goods. Well, I might suffer from traveling addiction now, hehe... Just a sneak peak, I already have plans to go to some places this year, yiey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoahm..I'm so sleepy.. Ok, I guess this is the end of my first post in 2010. Hopefully I'll be right back with more stories. Bye now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/S0YR4m6alWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Pm0I3nzdzzw/s1600-h/smrng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/S0YR4m6alWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Pm0I3nzdzzw/s200/smrng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424042465430246754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"travels teach how to see" - Anynomous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-5192365226430648538?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/5192365226430648538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=5192365226430648538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/5192365226430648538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/5192365226430648538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2010/01/070110-travelling-welcoming-2010.html' title='07.01.10 Traveling:  Welcoming 2010'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/S0YR4m6alWI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Pm0I3nzdzzw/s72-c/smrng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-599752702939278699</id><published>2009-12-19T21:32:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T10:14:46.710+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>19.12.09  The Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Syzl0X1EYLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vyVJ3dYs43s/s1600-h/girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="81" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Syzl0X1EYLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vyVJ3dYs43s/s200/girl.jpg" width="81" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bismillahirrohmanirrohim..&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta, December 19th, 2009. My project E-Mazee is officially established for all of intents and purposes. I really do hope for the best because this will be one of the corner where I pour my heart into it. Amin.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-599752702939278699?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/599752702939278699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=599752702939278699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/599752702939278699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/599752702939278699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/12/191209-project.html' title='19.12.09  The Project'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Syzl0X1EYLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/vyVJ3dYs43s/s72-c/girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-5597478229154966442</id><published>2009-12-18T17:18:00.017+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:28:57.072+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>18.12.09  How To Save A Life</title><content type='html'>As usual, I always have lots of things in my mind that I would like to share, but it is also always end up with nothing. So, I write down some scramble things with no specific line at all.Ok, let's roll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I came back watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCRUBS&lt;/span&gt;, a tv series about life in Sacred Heart hospital. One thing I love about the show is that..even though this actually only some short sitcom comedy, but it always end with some meaning. I love how J.D. conclude every single facts of life at the end. I learn about how he deals with life, when sometimes one thing is not always good for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;- I feel like I'm going back to my teen era. Haha.. What can I say, I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;, a very cool vampire from Twilight &amp;amp; New Moon movie. My Gosh.. he drives me crazy with all his figure and character. Well, hell no, I won't say a thing more. Maybe you guys who read this will see me as a pathetic girl. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;- I accidentally found &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my new year resolution&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of this busy week. A simple one, looks silly, but truly deep for me. Well, according to Islamic calendar, today is 1 Muharram 1931 H (Happy new year for those of you who celebrate, wishing all the very best in life this year). That means that today is the first day of new year. I should've start to run then and hoping by the end of this year it will come true. Amin..&lt;br /&gt;- I see some of my friends is striving for their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt;. This probably one of the most precious scene in my life, you know, giving me more strength to keep in track - where frankly I'm feeling stuck in some points of my life. I'm fascinated with those who really have believe in what their struggling for although there always some rocks front. Well, I will keep moving on.&lt;br /&gt;- I kind a miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my good old times&lt;/span&gt;, even if I practically love my present time with all the sweet and bitterness. I miss some of people from the past as well. Well, that's life I guess and I couldn't turning back. All I could do is keeping my head upright and be faithful about it.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a bit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melancholic&lt;/span&gt; these days and have some sort of strange feeling about how I feel about being me. Well..I won't jot down here and let just keep it for my self. At least for now, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, I guess that's all for now. I'll leave you guys with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'How To Save A Life'&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fray&lt;/span&gt;, I hope you enjoy it. Who ever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hL7UGCKz2_c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hL7UGCKz2_c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-5597478229154966442?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/5597478229154966442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=5597478229154966442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/5597478229154966442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/5597478229154966442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-usual-i-always-have-lot-of-things-in.html' title='18.12.09  How To Save A Life'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-4650818476494118005</id><published>2009-12-05T22:34:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:11:32.103+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>05.12.09  Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sxux2H6e-TI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LkzRmXXLxPI/s1600-h/rainy-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sxux2H6e-TI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LkzRmXXLxPI/s200/rainy-day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412114920611182898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess this time is one of the lowest point of my life. I kind a feel my spirit  has dropped into zero after all those serial of episodes over this past few weeks. I don't know, think I already did all my best effort, but eventually I feel like only keep everyone unhappy. I start to loose my appetite at work. Even I can only say 'yes' every time assignments are given without giving any opinion or argument just like I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miserable feeling starts, reaching over other parts of my life with memories of failure, rejection and fear. Well, I'm such a drama queen perhaps. You now it is like after got hit in left hand, the pain will start reaching the head and all over part of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bad things happen in life. And I do hope that I don't start to loose my self. I just need to keep my feet standing strong through this rainy days. Perhaps..keeping myself around family and friends is one of the best cure of all. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-4650818476494118005?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/4650818476494118005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=4650818476494118005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/4650818476494118005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/4650818476494118005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/12/051209-rainy-days.html' title='05.12.09  Rainy Days'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sxux2H6e-TI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LkzRmXXLxPI/s72-c/rainy-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-8770155423640113441</id><published>2009-11-16T09:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:12:34.660+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>16.11.09 Haven't Met You Yet - Michael Bubble</title><content type='html'>Well, this song keeps me smiling! Great! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-8770155423640113441?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/8770155423640113441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=8770155423640113441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8770155423640113441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8770155423640113441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/11/161109-havent-met-you-yet-michael.html' title='16.11.09 Haven&apos;t Met You Yet - Michael Bubble'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-208345035561418687</id><published>2009-10-15T20:47:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:49:11.021+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>15.10.09  Being 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/6729030/2/istockphoto_6729030-first-birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 136px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/6729030/2/istockphoto_6729030-first-birthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well , yeah..what can I say, today is my birthday. Hehe.. Just another birthday, a simple one like another birthday of mine. Nothing's big..but it always gives me a big 'thing'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 11.30 pm last night since I had a bad dream, frankly about this sadistic movie - final destination 4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wooff&lt;/span&gt;. Plus..the itchy feeling in my right hand because of my allergic.. (well I'm not gonna tell u why here, hehe..). After I got injection from my doctor, I went to bed then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baam! &lt;/span&gt;the unexpected dream started. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Mba Engkap had just arrived home at 11 pm something after went out with her soon-to-be boyfriend or..husband! hehe..  There wasn't a cake, she said it was too late at night so she couldn't drop by somewhere to buy me one, u uh! But the funny thing was.. we -including my mom &amp;amp; dad- actually called 14045, ordering some junk food late at night. Haha..it was quite fun anyway, after got 'begah' feeling, well...we went to bed. This my first birthday celebration at the very early morning with family and not-so-good food. hehe.. Luv my family laahh.. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I went to work, got some expression from my colleagues. But then..a lot of tasks waiting for me. Hehe..thank God in no matter what condition, i still love my job. We have several projects running at the same time which need careful attention. Hectic, um..but I do like it. I actually spend some time to response birthday wishes in fb &amp;amp; hp, which keeping me busy as well, hehe.. I &amp;amp; Ay (my best friend at work) eventually got to know also with the girl next door, we had lunch together. Haha..finally..new friend. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After went home at noon, my mom actually made some dishes including 'nasi kuning' &amp;amp; 'lauk-pauk'. My sister also had bought birthday cake for me, but too bad she's already left since she got to go back to Belitung, continuing her undertaking. After Yasinan together (our family habit every Thursday night), we had a little pray from my dad with, well..we did also standard  procedure in every birthday moment: candle &amp;amp; cake. Just a simple &amp;amp; warm festivity with a few family &amp;amp; relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..I'd like to keep my birthday moment simple &amp;amp; quiet. Hehe..that's why there's no big celebration almost in every year. About the birthday wishes, well..I actually don't have a specific one at the moment. I'm kind a overwhelmed with what God has already given to me. All I could say is..thank u Allah for everything.. please guide me in every step I take. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-208345035561418687?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/208345035561418687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=208345035561418687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/208345035561418687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/208345035561418687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/10/151009-being-24.html' title='15.10.09  Being 24'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-3657302013472002784</id><published>2009-09-19T17:14:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:33:53.920+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>19.09.09  Blast from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SrY7v2AlpkI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7Mp0CIV4KE/s1600-h/weker+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SrY7v2AlpkI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7Mp0CIV4KE/s200/weker+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383556097705879106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well..lately some people from the past, either old friends or family, suddenly showed up in my life. Some of them were so special. It is  kind a funny, thinking about this very unexpected moment at a glimpse. I'd never thought that this is all gonna be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'd like to ask God, what kind of learn that I could take from this? Well..I think I know a little: I'm seeing my self grow up, something that I could never really think about deeply. We are all grown up people now, so we meet by chance in some point of life where we can understand every experiences we have better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize now that I've changed. People change also, people do change. We all change. And I do really wish that I continuously change to be better human being..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-3657302013472002784?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/3657302013472002784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=3657302013472002784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/3657302013472002784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/3657302013472002784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/09/190909-blast-from-past.html' title='19.09.09  Blast from the past'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SrY7v2AlpkI/AAAAAAAAALw/r7Mp0CIV4KE/s72-c/weker+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-4062686283888440032</id><published>2009-09-08T22:34:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:08:28.994+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>08.09.09  Last couple of days..</title><content type='html'>Just want to share a little bit about my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; last couple of days&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday (4/9)&lt;/span&gt;: Sahur on the road with BZ. It is actually not on the road, because we visited one of the slum area in Jakarta, having cooperation with 'Remaja Musholla' there. I was shocked because I'd never think that such area really exist in the downtown. Just right at the back of Wisma Mulia - Menara Jamsostek at Gatot Subroto main street! We'd finally shared meal door to door, witnessed the reality of Jakarta. Such a great lesson to me, seeing a girl &amp;amp; her mother sharing their life in 2x2 m room.. Thinking that I should've contribute more in the future.. ;( Anyway, we also had a 'quality' conversation in the early morning, which I believe this kind of thing could enrich my life. Love it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday (5/9):&lt;/span&gt; Family &amp;amp; friends gathering. Even though my 2 big sisters not in the Jakarta at the moment, I've succeeded gather their closest friends (also my friends) &amp;amp; my family in such a warm breakfasting moment. It was so fun! The girls also had some bridesmaid conversations since Mba Dian will get married soon, hehe... I'm gonna be her bridesmaid because Mba Ai will still in Aussie at her big day.  Thank u all. I actually invited also my two closest girl friends Devi &amp;amp; Fiska, but too bad they couldn't come for some reasons. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today (8/9):&lt;/span&gt; I met my previous company's managing director at unexpected moment (well..he's actually already moved also), having him in such a warm greeting &amp;amp; little chit chat moment. What a great personality &amp;amp; aura he has. Very much inspiring &amp;amp; giving me some spirit to be a better person in every way.  I was also having terawih in diknas mosque Senayan, meeting some of my good friends there and having dinner together. Well..today is a nice day! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's the thing. Well..actually in these last couple of weeks, I had my spirit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;broken down&lt;/span&gt; into pieces. It is so easy complaining about everything. But here, after rambling my own stories, all I could say is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you Allah &lt;/span&gt;for giving me so many good things in life: a great family, friends and having myself experience so many wonderful things even the simplest one. I couldn't even ask for more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-4062686283888440032?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/4062686283888440032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=4062686283888440032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/4062686283888440032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/4062686283888440032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/09/080909-last-couple-of-days.html' title='08.09.09  Last couple of days..'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-1278632031531971694</id><published>2009-09-02T19:12:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:38:11.376+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>02.09.09 It's about time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sp5n0aYfDQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vBKnFnZFLj0/s1600-h/c1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sp5n0aYfDQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vBKnFnZFLj0/s200/c1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376849155259829506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well..I think about this lately. Sometimes you just have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to feel what you feel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;not &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to think about what you feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let the life lead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and in the end soon you will find &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-1278632031531971694?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/1278632031531971694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=1278632031531971694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1278632031531971694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1278632031531971694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/09/020909-sometimes.html' title='02.09.09 It&apos;s about time'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sp5n0aYfDQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vBKnFnZFLj0/s72-c/c1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-7352095770976206561</id><published>2009-08-19T22:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:51:45.396+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel-living'/><title type='text'>19.08.09  My first backpacking: Trip to Batu Karas - Green Canyon (final eps.)</title><content type='html'>Setelah bersih-bersih di rumah si Bapak, kira2 jam 2 siang kita balik ke terminal Pangandaran, dianter juga (tetep pake pick up, hehe..). Ada tambahan biaya Rp 10,000/org secara jauh juga. Akhirnya kita putusin untuk ke pantai Pangandaran dulu sebentar...secara Inuk niat banget bikin temporary tato, dan di Batu Karas nyariin ga ketemu. Akhirnya kesampean juga, hehe.. (padahal yg lain kayaknya agak bt tu ;p). Adit, Pras &amp;amp; Futty sempet juga sewa main sepeda sebentar disana (Rp 5,000/jam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 6 sore kita langsung menuju ke terminal Pangandaran, jam 7 ada bus Perkasa Jaya yang langsung sampe ke terminal Kp. Rambutan (@ Rp 60,000). Bisnya gak terlalu bagus, tp lumayan lah..AC dan yang pasti Alhamdulillah...kita dapet duduk semua, hehe... Finally..sampe Jakarta jam 3 pagi aja lohhh....berarti itu dah hari Senin (17/8) tepat hari kemerderkaan Indonesia ke 64. Medekaa!! Indonesia: I love u full!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Begitulah,&lt;/span&gt; sekilas perjalanan pertama backpacking Inuk. Walaupun cuma share ulang aja dari yang udah-udah, tapi mudah-mudahan ada manfaatnya. AMin.. Oia, kesan pesannya, walaupun pegel..cape banget..tapi senengnya luar biasa! Nggak heran deh, orang-orang pada ketagihan seni nikmatin hidup yang satu ini. Kedepannya si Inuk pengen lebih sering pergi-pergi begini, tapi yah..teteup..menyesuaikan lagi sama budget &amp;amp; waktu, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oia terakhir, buat Adit, Futty, Pras &amp;amp; Icha...Thanks a lot yaa...!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop........ (masih bingung mau kemana, hehe..). Check your belongings and step carefully. Thank u! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/So4nwXcgnSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CoztMUY5Jtw/s1600-h/IMG_1082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/So4nwXcgnSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CoztMUY5Jtw/s200/IMG_1082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372275117380377890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-7352095770976206561?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/7352095770976206561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=7352095770976206561&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7352095770976206561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7352095770976206561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/08/190809-my-first-backpacking-trip-to.html' title='19.08.09  My first backpacking: Trip to Batu Karas - Green Canyon (final eps.)'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/So4nwXcgnSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CoztMUY5Jtw/s72-c/IMG_1082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-1958041327149035759</id><published>2009-08-18T21:30:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:04:42.102+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel-living'/><title type='text'>18.08.09  My first backpacking: Trip to Batu Karas - Green Canyon (eps. 2)</title><content type='html'>Besoknya hari Minggu (17/8) kita baru menuju ke Green Canyon. Kita ambil paket body rafting gitu, agak berbeda sama kalo orang dateng kebanyakan yang lewat jalur luar, kita menyusuri sungai sepanjang kira-kira 4 km menuju Green Canyonnya. Paku pelampung doang aja looohh!! Tapi seru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/So_FuJUOGaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qYaH3BVsfrk/s1600-h/green+canyon+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/So_FuJUOGaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qYaH3BVsfrk/s200/green+canyon+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372730277041674658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dijemput jam 9 pagi sama providernya (Pak Syariffudin: 0852 2317 3821), naik pick up L300 boo..menuju rumahnya, disana ada satu rombongan (sekitar 8 org) lagi yang akan body rafting barengan sama kita. Dari situ kita rame naik tuh pick up lagi ke ujung sungainya, boo...jalannya berbatu naik turun bukit jauh juga. Sampe-sampe juga bukan langsung nyebur, masih harus turun2 lewat jalan yg lumayan curam sekitar 300m kebawah. Sampe suara sungainya kedengeran baru dehhh...sampe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada sekitar 4 guide yang mendampingi kita. Mulai nyebur di sungai kita berenang aja terus, itu sekitar jam 10. Mereka nanti kasih tau kita harus lewat arus mana yg ga berbahaya, kadang kita harus minggir dulu naik bebatuan. Subhanallah..mulai dari sini pemandangannya keren banget!! Airnya hijau..bening..dingin.. Jadi tuh ya, sungainya ada di antara bukit2 hijau tinggi gitu, belum lagi konturnya yang banyak stalaktit &amp;amp; stalagmitnya, mantapp! Feels like heaven. Setengah perjalanan kita sempet berhenti dulu untuk istirahat, sempet foto-foto juga. Seru banget! enaknya lagi, karena kita jalurnya berlawanan sama pengunjung biasa, jadi bener-bener sepi &amp;amp; rasanya eksklusif sendiri, hehe.. Di jalur ini, kalo dirasa aman kita juga boleh loncat agak tinggi dari batu-batu di sungai itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SqBm00zjeCI/AAAAAAAAALI/m0SWeIjMti4/s1600-h/green+canyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SqBm00zjeCI/AAAAAAAAALI/m0SWeIjMti4/s200/green+canyon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377411012794480674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Setelah kira-kira 3 jam, baru kita mulai ke wilayah Green Canyonnya. Subhanallah..disini juga keren banget juga! Sungainya mulai memasuki dalam gua gitu. Mulai disinilah tanda-tanda kehidupan ada, mulai ketemu pengunjung lain yang dateng dari arah berlawanan. Banyak juga yang berenang gitu. Kita mahh...udah basah kuyup parah sampe sini, hehe... Disini ada batu yang lumayan tinggi banget, kayaknya setinggi atap rumah 2 lantai, dan Inuk sama beberapa temen lain loncat aja looohh...ke air dibawahnya. Huaaaa!!! hihihi...kalo inget, Inuk aja heran kok berani ya kemarin. Padahal itu juga udah ketakutan setengah mati. Abis...moment-nya sayang aja kalo dilewatin begitu aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari situ, kita udah dijemput sama perahu menuju dermaga Green Canyon. Sampe dermaga tinggal jalan &amp;amp; nyebrang aja dikit, langsung sampe ke rumah si Bapak (kira-kira jam 13.30). Disana udah disiapin kelapa muda &amp;amp; makan siang, yummy!! Total biaya body rafting include makan: Rp 600,000/paket ber lima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saran:&lt;/span&gt; Kalo mau body rafting, jangan lupa booking dulu at least seminggu sebelumnya. Sebaiknya pake pakaian yg nyaman &amp;amp; sendal gunung (daripada nyeker...sakiit..!!), trus kalo ada bawa kamera tahan air. Sayang banget soalnya kalo terlewat begitu aja.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanjutannya.... (eps. 3)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-1958041327149035759?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/1958041327149035759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=1958041327149035759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1958041327149035759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1958041327149035759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/08/180809-my-first-backpacking-trip-to_18.html' title='18.08.09  My first backpacking: Trip to Batu Karas - Green Canyon (eps. 2)'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/So_FuJUOGaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qYaH3BVsfrk/s72-c/green+canyon+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-2493388782277188241</id><published>2009-08-18T20:10:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:28:47.273+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel-living'/><title type='text'>18.08.09  My first backpacking: Trip to Batu Karas - Green Canyon (eps. 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/So_IR5HdFrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/H_DNCLH-38k/s1600-h/backpacker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/So_IR5HdFrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/H_DNCLH-38k/s200/backpacker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372733090191709874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally..kesampean juga salah satu cita-cita Inuk, yaitu backpacking. Sebelumnya si udah lumyan sering travelling, tapi baru kali ini yang beneran backpacking. Kita juga referensinya dari blog2 &amp;amp; pengalaman pendahulu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;Sekalian ada referensi biaya, siapa tau mau ikutan, *sekedar sharing ulang aja, siapa tau bermanfaat.. So, here's the story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berangkat Jum'at malem (15/8), janjian kumpul di terminal Kp. Rambutan sama Futty, Adit &amp;amp; Pras. Kebetulan Icha udah di Pangandaran. Inuk pulang kantor, siap-siap langsung berangkat lagi. Janjiannya sih jam 8, hehe...tapi berhubung satu dan lain hal akhirnya kita baru brangkat sekitr jam 9.30 malem. Sesuai petunjuk bu ketua Icha, kita naik bus Budiman menuju Tasik (Rp 50,000/org), itu kira-kira udah jam 10 malem. Kasian Pras &amp;amp; Adit, gara-gara kita asal naik, walhasil mereka ga dapet duduk. Sampe Tasik kira-kira jam 3 pagi, lanjut lagi naik angkutan Elf alias bis tanggung (Rp 25,000/org) menuju terminal Pangandaran. Waduuuh, jauh banget bo!! Sampe sana kira-kira jam 7 pagi (Sabtu 16/8), pegelnya...naujubilleh... Di terminal, kita ketemu sama Ica yang udah duluan sampe. Sempet makan kupat tahu &amp;amp; bubur ayam di pasar deket situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saran:&lt;/span&gt; kalo mo pergi, mending cari bus yang langsung ke Pangandaran &amp;amp; jangan asal naik, pastiin dapet duduk, soalnya jauh booo...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/So_HOniwl5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pxxQVYjXxOg/s1600-h/batu+karas+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/So_HOniwl5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pxxQVYjXxOg/s200/batu+karas+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372731934423160722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dari situ..perjalanan dilanjutkan lagi ke Batu Karas, masih sekitar 30km lah dari Pangandaran, naik angkot (Rp 5,000) terminal Cijulang. Dari situ lanjut lagi ke Batu Karas naik ojek (Rp 10,000/org). Sampe sana sekitar jam 9 pagi, bo..penginapan udah full semua. Untung banyak penduduk yang nawar-nawarin gitu, akhirnya kita nginep di salah satu kamar yang disewain gitu..lumayan lah tempat tidurnya 2 yg large + extra bed, ada kamar mandi dalem juga (kayak kos-kosan si, hohoho..Rp 250,000/mlm). Istirahat, mandi-mandi..trus kita mulai main-main di pantai jam 11an lah. Yiey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saran:&lt;/span&gt; ga usah terlalu pusing mikirin nginep dimana, lebih asik kalo on the spot gitu jadi ada unsur surprise-nya, plus..jangan lupa nawar yah.hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/So_HCidmslI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7GL1h5TpH2Q/s1600-h/batu+karas+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/So_HCidmslI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7GL1h5TpH2Q/s200/batu+karas+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372731726900933202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pantai Batu Karas ini lumayan bagus, ga terlalu besar karena ada diantara 2 bukit karang besar. Disini ombaknya juga lumayan, makanya jadi salah satu tempat favorit surfer-surfer. Walhasil, ga heran kalo banyak banget bule berkeliaran disini. Dah berasa di Bali aja, hehe...  Kita sih main body surf aja, sewa body board seharian (@Rp 10,000). Kebetulan Inuk juga hobi kalo yg ini, bebrapa kali main di Carita. Buat yang baru-baru kenal ni pantai, Inuk saranin hati-hati &amp;amp; banyak berdoa. Karena arusnya lumayan kenceng. Believe or not, ketika kita main jam 3 sore, Inuk, Ica, Pras &amp;amp; Adit sempet kebawa. Astagfirullah..beneran deh, kalo inget masih deg-degan juga. Untung Tuhan masih melindungi kita, akhirnya kita ditolong sama lifeguard disitu. Si Pras &amp;amp; Adit lumayan berdarah-darah karena kelempar sampe ke karang. Sempet shock berat.. &gt;.&lt;, well..but show must go on. Kita tetep semangat kok ngelanjutin petualangan ini, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makannya tentu aja seafood dong. Kita makan di restoran Sederhana namanya, lumayan murahh... Makan berlima, cuma kena sekitar Rp 120rb aja. Kalo malem suasananya lebih enak lagi, plus..banyak bule juga. *halah norax, hehe.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanjutannya....next posting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-2493388782277188241?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/2493388782277188241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=2493388782277188241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2493388782277188241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2493388782277188241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/08/180809-my-first-backpacking-trip-to.html' title='18.08.09  My first backpacking: Trip to Batu Karas - Green Canyon (eps. 1)'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/So_IR5HdFrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/H_DNCLH-38k/s72-c/backpacker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-2494283537363195434</id><published>2009-08-11T14:10:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:05:34.090+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>11.08.09 back to blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SoEg44iWRaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WkfwmzKLiBw/s1600-h/blogging-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SoEg44iWRaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WkfwmzKLiBw/s200/blogging-cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368608392423556514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My last real post: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17.05.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been quite long since my last 'real' post in this blog, in which i call it "a very simple blog of mine" haha!! yeah, really simple and 'gak penting'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah..it so me. Not a good one I think. After got a new job, new activities, new friends..then suddenly blogging became so less important. Well, maybe I only write down something when I don't have somebody to talk to, or have no interesting activities instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well..actually I do like blogging, even though I don't really enjoy writing that much. It gives more time to my self to think about anything. Yup, anything. I don't blog to be read by people. I blog for myself, to pour my thought about anything. I don't even care how many people read this. If somebody like it, then it is good. But if they don't, well.. it's ok lah.hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend said that I'm so bad in writing. Well...maybe I am, but sorry my friend, I'm not buying it. I'm not writing a book at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Anyhoo, as time goes by, I should be better then. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-2494283537363195434?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/2494283537363195434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=2494283537363195434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2494283537363195434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2494283537363195434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/08/110809-back-to-blog.html' title='11.08.09 back to blog?'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SoEg44iWRaI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WkfwmzKLiBw/s72-c/blogging-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-372383369898910299</id><published>2009-05-22T12:41:00.015+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:47:19.004+07:00</updated><title type='text'>22.05.09  Libra in work</title><content type='html'>Beberapa hari lalu dapat e-mail forward-an (biasa deeeee...) tentang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Zodiak vs Kinerja"&lt;/span&gt;. Look what I've got! hihihi...bener ga ya? *yg di&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-bold&lt;/span&gt; yang bagus-bagus doang gitu. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWAI LIBRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SiJcpHJgP0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/ekHsySNlQLk/s1600-h/libra.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 92px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SiJcpHJgP0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/ekHsySNlQLk/s200/libra.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341933969378131778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Libr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;adalah pegawai yang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;detil&lt;/span&gt;, pekerja yang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;penuh dedikasi&lt;/span&gt; dengan sifat   alami yang sensitif. Para manaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;r dan rekan kerja terkadang merasa kesulitan   menangani mereka. Mereka meng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;ambil energi dari kantor dan tidak mampu   mencegah energi itu mempengaruhi mereka. Suara keras, warna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;warna norak akan   benar-benar mengganggu mereka sampai mereka tidak mampu memenuhi kewajiban   mereka di kantor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bisa saja dalam suatu hari ia nampak sangat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brilian, pekerja keras,&lt;/span&gt; dan   ambisius. Tetapi besoknya ia datang dengan kondisi down, gampang tersinggung,   dan sama sekali tidak menghasilkan apa-apa. Rekan kerja Libra tidak perlu   'mengkeret' jika bertemu mereka dalam kondisi ini. Biasanya hanya akan   bertahan sebentar, karena kebahagiaan kecil sudah cukup mengusir 'kegelapan'   para Libra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika para Libra berada dalam kondisi yang&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; seimbang,&lt;/span&gt; mereka dapat masuk   kantor dengan kondisi kuat, maka mereka akan menyentuh segala sesuatu di   kantor dengan luar biasa. Dibalik mood yang terkesan kacau itu, sebetulnya   mereka adalah orang yang&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bahagia dan stabil&lt;/span&gt;. Mereka mampu menghasilkan   pemikirian logis yang hebat dan mampu mengevaluasi suatu masalah dari semua   sisi sebelum mengambil tindakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka adalah orang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paling cerdas&lt;/span&gt; diantara horoskop lainnya. Mereka adalah   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mediator dan peneliti ulung&lt;/span&gt;. Kepekaan mereka terhadap lingkungan menjadikan   mereka mampu menjaga segalanya nampak baik secara alami. Mereka akan dengan   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mudah membantu &lt;/span&gt;memecahkan konflik orang lain dan dapat bertindak sebagai   perantara antara pegawai dan majamemen, sehingga kedua belah pihak merasa   bahagia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-372383369898910299?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/372383369898910299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=372383369898910299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/372383369898910299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/372383369898910299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/05/220509-ramalan-bintang.html' title='22.05.09  Libra in work'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SiJcpHJgP0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/ekHsySNlQLk/s72-c/libra.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-5237703298816084262</id><published>2009-05-17T22:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:10:52.321+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><title type='text'>17.05.09  BZ @ Old Museum, Old Jakarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/ShArTtwBLHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2mbmNKBAM8M/s1600-h/59888_kawasan_kota__stasiun_beos__thumb_300_225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/ShArTtwBLHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2mbmNKBAM8M/s200/59888_kawasan_kota__stasiun_beos__thumb_300_225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336813176132545650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hari Sabtu (16/05) kemarin saya seharian penuh di Musem Bank Mandiri daerah kota tua (persis seberang stasiun Jakarta Kota). Well, kebetulan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britzone&lt;/span&gt; (komunitas saya berada sekarang) partisipasi di rangakaian acara World Book Day yang diadain oleh Forum Indonesia Membaca disana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paginya saya dan teman saya Icha naik ojek sepeda onthel (wow wow wow..) demi mencari tempat cetak foto untuk keperluan dekorasi stand kita disana. Trus yah...selanjutnya bisa ditebak, beres-beres terus jaga stand, trus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;participate&lt;/span&gt; di &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stage&lt;/span&gt; untuk diskusi &amp;amp; malamnya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;community performance&lt;/span&gt;. Nggak lupa makan di kantinnya dengan suasana jadul kota tua. Wuih... berasa terlempar ke jaman dulu. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seru banget...acara utamanya dua hari ini memang pameran komunitas. Jadi ada banyak banget komunitas yang kumpul disini. Saya juga sempat keliling-keliling dan banyak tanya juga di sana-sini. Ada komunitas Jelajah Budaya, Star Trek, Tintin Id, Green Life Style, Jakarta Butuh Revolusi Budaya, clay dan banyak banyak lainnya terutama bermacam-macam komunitas membaca dan rumah baca (sesuai lah ya..hehe..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, saya kagum banget khususnya sama anak muda sekarang dengan segala kegiatan positifnya. Kayaknya rugi banget kalo nggak ikut kegiatan-kegiatan semacam ini. Museum ini juga ternyata adalah rumah dari banyak banget kegiatan rutin yang sering diadakan disana kayak kegiatan-kegiatan sejarah dan seni, bahkan punya tim&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; marching band&lt;/span&gt; sendiri. Keren lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, saya nggak bisa datang hari ini karena harus ikut pergi sama keluarga, padahal...teman-teman BZ saya pulangnya makan-makan di Muara Angke, ditraktir pula! huhuhu...... &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-5237703298816084262?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/5237703298816084262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=5237703298816084262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/5237703298816084262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/5237703298816084262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/05/170509-bz-old-museum-old-jakarta.html' title='17.05.09  BZ @ Old Museum, Old Jakarta'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/ShArTtwBLHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2mbmNKBAM8M/s72-c/59888_kawasan_kota__stasiun_beos__thumb_300_225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-3385617263057950696</id><published>2009-05-11T21:15:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:28:45.484+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>11.05.09  A Cup of Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sgg2lewuxmI/AAAAAAAAAII/BYJWGyPbiCE/s1600-h/Cup-of-tea-185x91_tcm13-23702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 83px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sgg2lewuxmI/AAAAAAAAAII/BYJWGyPbiCE/s200/Cup-of-tea-185x91_tcm13-23702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334573776160867938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prolog: Huaaah...berat sekali mulai menulis lagi, penyakit malas mulai menjangkit lagi. Well, hari ini saya kembali dalam perjuangan mengejar cita-cita. Yah..umur segini memang masanya berjuang bukan? Kalo dipikirin mah cape, tapi kalau di jalanin aja nikmatlah.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bersyukur bertemu banyak orang-orang hebat dalam hidup saya. Mereka adalah keluarga, sahabat-sahabat ataupun mungkin orang yang bahkan tidak mengenal saya tapi tanpa mereka sadari telah memberi inspirasi dalam kehidupan saya. Memberi semangat untuk diri saya untuk menjadi orang yang lebih baik lagi dan bermanfaat untuk orang lain. Meneguhkan diri saya untuk meraih impian-impian saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, saya ingin menjadi secangkir teh hangat untuk orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-3385617263057950696?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/3385617263057950696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=3385617263057950696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/3385617263057950696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/3385617263057950696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/05/110509-cup-of-tea.html' title='11.05.09  A Cup of Tea'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sgg2lewuxmI/AAAAAAAAAII/BYJWGyPbiCE/s72-c/Cup-of-tea-185x91_tcm13-23702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-4635787237488717497</id><published>2009-05-03T22:13:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:23:52.118+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><title type='text'>03.05.09  Back to Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sf7u33cURZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/McIEfbWmO-c/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sf7u33cURZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/McIEfbWmO-c/s200/DSC01013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331961652396180882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally....hari ini kesampaian juga salah satu cita-cita saya, bersepeda di &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;car free day&lt;/span&gt;. Tadi pagi, saya dan kedua teman aero saya dulu (Putut &amp;amp; Dika) berangkatlah ke daerah Sudirman sana. Yiey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari pagi aja udah ributnya bukan main, hahaha... Si Dika telat, akhirnya mereka juga telat jemput saya, sekitar jam 6 pagi masih di rumah. Belum lagi, mobilnya sedan..kebayang dooong ribetnya masukin 3 sepeda ke dalam. Oia, saya juga baru tau kalo mau masukin sepeda ke mobil itu ternyata harus di lepas dulu yah bannya, hahaha.... Udah gitu, karena ga muat akhirnya kita bertiga di baris depan mobil aja loh! Busyeet...mana mereka badannya gede-gede banget lagi. *Takut ketangkep polisiiiii...sepanjang perjalanan panik gitu, hihihi.. (Ng..tadinya si rencana bawa 2 mobil tapi kok ya Tita belum bangun?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kita sampailah dan parkir di diknas. Ternyata oh ternyata...hari ini ada pameran SD-SMA se jakarta di sepanjang jalan Sudirman, dari Senayan sampe Monas! Hayaaaaah.....rame banget!! Sebenarnya lucu aja si banyak yang bisa diliat, tapi  yaa....sepedaan-nya juga rada riweuh. Tapi ya nggak apa-apa lah, seru juga kok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ya..kita sepedaan dari daerah Senayan, terus...lewat Jalan Sudirman, lewati karet, thamrin, BI, Monas, dan berujung di...Harmoni! Fiuh...cape juga. Sampe sana makan bubur ayam trus balik lagi, lewat Sabang dulu, sampe Sarinah lewat Sudirman lagi. Pas balik, udah mulai di rapihin, jadi jalan lebih lenggang. Tapi waduuuh, kaki udah pegel banget. Alhamdulillah..sampe juga ke tempat semula (dengan penuh perjuangan, hua..). Oia, ketemu komunitas sepeda ontel juga sepanjang jalan lengkap dengan kostum jadoel-nya dan ada juga si komunitas sepeda yang lain yang biasa sepedaan disana. Sempat foto-foto juga dong, hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga makin kurus, Amin.... (hihihi...). Senangnya.... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-4635787237488717497?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/4635787237488717497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=4635787237488717497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/4635787237488717497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/4635787237488717497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/05/030509-bike-to-back-back-to-bike.html' title='03.05.09  Back to Bike'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sf7u33cURZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/McIEfbWmO-c/s72-c/DSC01013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-7965417929149966785</id><published>2009-04-20T20:30:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:48:55.588+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>20.04.09  Amazed by Sungha Jung</title><content type='html'>This past few days I couldn't stop watching Sungha Jung, a 12 years old Korean boy playing acoustic guitar, in Youtube. Amazing, unbelievable, awesome!! Well, better check this out then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IXa2pNGVj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IXa2pNGVj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite songs he has arranged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;With or without you - U2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mission Imposibble theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sadepisara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Um....all of it!!! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-7965417929149966785?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/7965417929149966785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=7965417929149966785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7965417929149966785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7965417929149966785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/04/200409-amazed-by-sungha-jung.html' title='20.04.09  Amazed by Sungha Jung'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-2488352923549340537</id><published>2009-04-13T10:32:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:10:52.322+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><title type='text'>13.04.09  Dicurhatin versus Diri Sendiri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SeK8wh6sKOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1t04WH65LsY/s1600-h/woo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SeK8wh6sKOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1t04WH65LsY/s200/woo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324025251429624034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iyah, jadi begini ya..kadang saya bingung sama diri sendiri. Belakangan ini entah kenapa lagi banyak yang curhat sama saya, baik temen cewe atau cowo. Yah...apalagi cewe, perihal curhat mencurhat mah hal yang biasa. Tapi ya seperti yang saya bilang tadi, frekuensinya lagi banyak belakangan ini. Saya sih seneng-seneng aja, karena &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some how &lt;/span&gt;saya juga jadi belajar banyak dari pengalaman mereka. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alhamdulillah &lt;/span&gt;si, mereka yang cerita sama saya kebanyakan bilang saya bisa kasih input yang baik. Agak ge-er si, hehe..ada juga bilang saya bijak, dewasa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wise&lt;/span&gt; (halah, bijak sama wise sama aja bukan?!). Well..ya biasanya si, kalau ada yang cerita sama saya kasih aja masukan atau pendapat dari &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;point of view &lt;/span&gt;saya pribadi. Saya seneng banget kalau bisa bantu orang lain. Apalagi kalau ada yang sampe bilang, "Thanks banget ya Nuk...sangat membantu , sekarang gw bisa ambil sikap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah ini dia...masalah sebenarnya. Kok saya nggak bisa seperti itu ya untuk diri saya sendiri? Agak dudul lah. Saya bisa ni ngomong macem-macem mengenai pandangan saya terhadap masalah orang lain dengan baik, tapi urusan sendiri ga ada yang bener. Hahaha.... Contohnya aja ni, saya masih aja berkutat dengan satu masalah yang nggak selesai-selesai. Sebenarnya sih saya tau bagaimana harus bersikap terhadap masalah ini, tapi ya..kok untuk ngejalaninnya saya kesusahan sendiri. Ribet lah. Kalo untuk diri sendiri, kenapa begitu ya? saya jadi bingung sendiri. he...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-2488352923549340537?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/2488352923549340537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=2488352923549340537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2488352923549340537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2488352923549340537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/04/130409-dicurhatin-versus-diri-sendiri.html' title='13.04.09  Dicurhatin versus Diri Sendiri'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SeK8wh6sKOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1t04WH65LsY/s72-c/woo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-8723201319392223214</id><published>2009-04-07T15:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:28:45.485+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>07.04.09 Quote from Blumchen Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SdsV4PmpRJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EJHwVmnsf3I/s1600-h/image-upload-316-751951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SdsV4PmpRJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EJHwVmnsf3I/s320/image-upload-316-751951.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ini ada petikan dari sebuah artikel di majalah yang&lt;/span&gt; saya baca-baca di Blumchen Coffee siang ini. Hm..silahkan dipikirkan. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-8723201319392223214?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/8723201319392223214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=8723201319392223214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8723201319392223214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8723201319392223214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/04/070409-quote-from-blumchen-coffee.html' title='07.04.09 Quote from Blumchen Coffee'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SdsV4PmpRJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EJHwVmnsf3I/s72-c/image-upload-316-751951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-8921187470587466026</id><published>2009-03-29T09:07:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:10:52.322+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><title type='text'>29.03.09  Work Out (caelah..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sc7ce03MmFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eqdr7c5XqBY/s1600-h/ist2_3323934-kids-running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sc7ce03MmFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eqdr7c5XqBY/s200/ist2_3323934-kids-running.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318430632115476562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Argh...banyak sekali yang pengen saya ceritakan, hehe...susah si, aslinya bawel. Hm..mulai dari mana ya, yang ringan-ringan aja deh. Saya baru aja pulang lari pagi nih, sama keponakan-keponakan saya yang masih kecil. Biasanya sih kalo minggu pagi kita bersepeda, tapi berhubung sepeda punya saudara saya yang biasa saya pinjam nggak ada, jadilah kita ganti olahraganya dengan lari aja. Enak si kalo olahraga rame-rame gitu, jadi semangat bangun paginya (ya iyalah...pagi-pagi udah diteriakin "MBA INUK...MBA INUUUUK...!!!" dengan suara cempreng yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nujubileeh&lt;/span&gt;..). Cuma kadang ribet aja, harus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep my eyes on them. &lt;/span&gt;Kadang tiba-tiba yang paling kecil kecapean, trus mulai bete dengan mimik wajah yang mau nangis. Halah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sih sebenarnya malas olahraga, tapi berhubung badan udah mulai menggendut gini jadilah saya paksakan juga. Huaa...saya benci metabolisme tubuh saya yang melambat ini. Apa pengaruh umur juga ya? *hayah berasa tua. Atau..gaya hidup &amp;amp; pemilihan makanan kayaknya pengaruh juga. Dari kecil sampe awal kuliah kayaknya belum pernah deh bermasalah dengan bentuk tubuh, baru sekarang-sekarang ini aja. Kata orang sih pertanda makmur (Amin..amin...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, sebenarnya olaharaga kalo udah terbiasa enak banget sih. Badan segar, dan berasa lebih sehat juga. Secara tadi pake sepatu keds biasa, jadi pengen beli &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;running shoe&lt;/span&gt; deh, hehe... (mahal boo...! *hiks..).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-8921187470587466026?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/8921187470587466026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=8921187470587466026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8921187470587466026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8921187470587466026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/03/290309-work-out-caelah.html' title='29.03.09  Work Out (caelah..)'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sc7ce03MmFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eqdr7c5XqBY/s72-c/ist2_3323934-kids-running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-2214184095913652018</id><published>2009-03-28T09:41:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:48:55.588+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>28.03.09  Joshua Radin - Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Inuk: I found this song when I was watching one of my favorite TV series Scrubs season 4. Well..I'm fallin' in love with this song. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6EqGP7Wdzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're alone again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; i wish it were over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; we seem to never end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; only get closer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; to the point where i can take no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; the clouds in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; down your face they pour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; won't you be the new one born to shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; i take the blue ones every time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; walk me down your broken line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; all you have to do is cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; hush my baby now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; your talking is just noise and won't lay me down amongst &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; your toys in a room where i can take no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; the clouds in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; down your face they pour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; won't you be the new one burn to shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; i take the blue ones every time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; walk me down your broken line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; all you have to do is cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; photographs and brightly colored paper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; are your mask you wear in this caper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; that is our life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; we walk right into the strife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; and a tear from your eye brings me home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; the clouds in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; down your face they pour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; won't you be the new one burn to shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; i take the blue ones every time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; walk me down your broken line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; all you have to do is cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-2214184095913652018?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/2214184095913652018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=2214184095913652018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2214184095913652018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2214184095913652018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/03/280309-joshua-radin-closer.html' title='28.03.09  Joshua Radin - Closer'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-8537489494795094933</id><published>2009-03-23T21:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:28:45.485+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>23.03.09  Indonesia Young Entrepeneur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SceY1vWoQKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cqehlbYDAjA/s1600-h/konsultankarir-career-berani-tampil-beda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SceY1vWoQKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cqehlbYDAjA/s200/konsultankarir-career-berani-tampil-beda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316385934146027682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wah, saya kagum banget sama kaum muda Indonesia saat ini. Beberapa waktu lalu saya datang ke exhibition-nya British Council yang akan meluncurkan Community Entrepeneur program-nya. Sebutlah nama - nama seperti Wahyu Aditya dengan Hello;Motion &amp;amp; Hello;Fest projectnya, Goris Mustaqim dengan Asgar Muda-nya, Mita Sirait yang membuat community project daur ulang sampah di daerah kumuh, Oscar Lawalata, Onte dengan environtment projectnya, juga Irfan Armalee seorang redaktur penerbit Mizan dan beberapa nama lain yang tercatat sebagai wirausaha muda Indonesia yang sukses di bidangnya. Barusan juga saya nonton Pagi Jakarta dengan bintang tamunya Dendy, seorang wirausaha muda yang bersama teman-temannya telah menelurkan merk UNKL yang dengan berbagai line product-nya yang mostly adalah kebutuhan bagi pecinta surfing. Selain itu ada juga Raditya Dika (si kambing jantan), pendiri usaha franchise seperti Kebab Turki Baba Rafi, Tela-tela, dll adalah contoh yg lain. Beberapa teman saya juga ada yang mulai mengembangkan usaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka semua inspiring banget; muda, kreatif &amp;amp; sukses. Well..tidak hanya berguna bagi diri sendiri &amp;amp; keluarga tapi juga untuk masyarakat Indonesia dengan menciptakan banyak lapangan kerja. Di tengah bisnis yang didominasi kapitalis, fenomena orang-orang yang saya bilang pahlawan muda Indonesia ini muncul. Dan yang paling suka dari mereka ialah, smua yang dilakukan bermula dari kecintaan terhadap suatu hal. Nggak ada tu hitung-hitungan bisnis. Yang ada hanyalah kenginan untuk mengembangkan apa yang dicintai tersebut dan menjadi berguna untuk masyarakat. Dan lagi ya, saya liat apa yang mereka lakukan saya lihat mengalir aja gitu, tau-tau udah gede. Suka banget deh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..saya jadi sedikit malu sama diri sendiri. Di umur saya yang tahun depan menginjak 1/4 abad, sepertinya saya belum berbuat apa-apa, masih jadi kuli kapitalis oy. Jangankan untuk masyarakat, untuk keluarga saya sendiri aja rasanya belum banget. Padahal cita-cita besar saya adalah berbuat sesuatu untuk Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin...amin...semoga mimpi-mimpi saya segera tercapai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-8537489494795094933?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/8537489494795094933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=8537489494795094933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8537489494795094933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8537489494795094933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/03/230309-indonesia-young-entrepeneur.html' title='23.03.09  Indonesia Young Entrepeneur'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SceY1vWoQKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/cqehlbYDAjA/s72-c/konsultankarir-career-berani-tampil-beda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-9210126138725974865</id><published>2009-03-22T18:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:48:55.588+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>22.03.09 This way - Tompi</title><content type='html'>Well...this is one of my favorite artist with his great music performance,  love the song too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wV32_dV7O_U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wV32_dV7O_U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-9210126138725974865?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/9210126138725974865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=9210126138725974865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/9210126138725974865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/9210126138725974865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/03/220309-this-way.html' title='22.03.09 This way - Tompi'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-8296159147926660977</id><published>2009-03-20T20:18:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:28:45.485+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>20.03.2009  Nasihat Sederhana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/ScOa3kpUUrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VbMwv3xbqf4/s1600-h/hp-lantern-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/ScOa3kpUUrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VbMwv3xbqf4/s200/hp-lantern-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315262264747774642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salah satu buku yang sedang saya baca sekarang adalah Lentera Al-Quran (M. Quraish Shihab, Mizan: 2008). Ada salah satu subjudul yang sangat menarik bagi saya, yaitu "Mengaitkan Target dengan Kehendak Allah". Berikut kutipannya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak dapat disangkal bahwa setiap Muslim diwajibkan menyusun rencana dan memiliki target yang menyangkut masa depannya serta berusaha sekuat tenaga untuk mencapainya. Tetapi, dalam saat yang sama, ia harus ingat bahwa sistem kerja alam ini tidak berkaitan, yaitu sesorang tidak hidup sendiri, apa yang dikehendakinya belum tentu dikehendaki oleh pihak lain. Dan diatas semuanya, ada Tuhan Pemelihara Alam, yang Maha Bijaksana mengatur kepentingan semua makhluk. Karenanya, kaitkanlah target dengan kehendak-Nya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jangan sekali-kali berkata, menyangkut sesuatu: "aku akan lakukan hal itu esok," kecuali dengan (berkata) jika dikehendaki Allah (QS 18: 23-24)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dalam kenyataan, kita sering berhitung tentang sukses yang akan dicapai. Namun bila sesuatu hal terjadi diluar perhitungan tersebut, kita seringkali merasa tidak puas, stres, atau sebaliknya terlalu puas &amp;amp; berbangga hati. Well..kadang kita lupa dengan hal diatas ya, saya pribadi seringkali merasa begitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm..nasihat sederhana yang sangat bermanfaat. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-8296159147926660977?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/8296159147926660977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=8296159147926660977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8296159147926660977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8296159147926660977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/03/salah-satu-buku-yang-sedang-saya-baca.html' title='20.03.2009  Nasihat Sederhana'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/ScOa3kpUUrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VbMwv3xbqf4/s72-c/hp-lantern-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-414058483349164976</id><published>2009-03-18T08:40:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:28:45.485+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>18.03.09  Inspiring Morning with Pagi Jakarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/ScBUaSqbknI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3WQls_0zVbU/s1600-h/Pagi+Jakarta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/ScBUaSqbknI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3WQls_0zVbU/s200/Pagi+Jakarta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314340370960323186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saya suka sekali nonton Pagi Jakarta, sebuah program di O-Channel setiap hari mulai pukul 7 - 8 pagi, jika memungkinkan. Host-nya adalah Jill Van Diest dan Erwin Parengkuan. Kenapa saya suka? karena seperti judul blog ini, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inspiring &lt;/span&gt;banget. Kalau bisa dideskripsikan dengan kata-kata, maka menurut saya program ini &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inspiring, &lt;/span&gt;segar, menarik, berbobot namun tetap santai. Wah..pokoknya jauh lebih bermanfaat deh daripada nonton tayangan gosip pagi hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya konsep programnya cukup sederhana, yaitu mengundang berbagai tokoh dari berbagai bidang untuk diajak ngobrol bareng. Tapi justru dari konsep sederhana ini saya banyak menemukan 'sesuatu'. Hm..bagaimana ya menjelaskannya? Pokoknya cukup membuka wawasan, dan itu yang paling penting...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inspiring &lt;/span&gt;(wah..saya suka sekali kata-kata ini, kayaknya gimana...gitu, hehe). Saya senang adalah karena membuka wawasan itu loh, belum lama ini Eqi (program director Java Jazz 09) &amp;amp; beberapa band pendukung acara diundang untuk kasih preview event tsb, trus hari ini saya lihat ada Bara Patinajawane (yang suka masak itu lohh..), saya juga jadi beli buku Marketing in Crisis gara-gara liat Rhenald Kasali di program ini. Well..saaya jadi tau berbagai sisi profesi atau kehidupan seseorang dalam arti yang positif. Beberapa orang favorit saya yang pernah atau masih sering muncul di acara ini antara lain Reza Gunawan, Andrea Hirata, Tompi (yg ini udah agak lama kalo ga salah. Agak lupa..), dll. Saya jadi semangat untuk berkarya ni! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waduh..jadi agak promosi si ni. Tapi nggak apa-apa lah selama itu positif. Okeh, kalo penasaran, tonton aja langsung...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-414058483349164976?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/414058483349164976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=414058483349164976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/414058483349164976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/414058483349164976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/03/180309-inspiring-morning-with-pagi.html' title='18.03.09  Inspiring Morning with Pagi Jakarta'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/ScBUaSqbknI/AAAAAAAAAF0/3WQls_0zVbU/s72-c/Pagi+Jakarta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-1509795147607583503</id><published>2009-03-17T07:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:48:09.368+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>17.03.09  Meja Belajarku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sb71ZBaeHlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JnUk9eXLOG4/s1600-h/image-upload-117-728495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sb71ZBaeHlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JnUk9eXLOG4/s320/image-upload-117-728495.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Iya..betul, itu fesbuk. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-1509795147607583503?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/1509795147607583503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=1509795147607583503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1509795147607583503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1509795147607583503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/03/170309-meja-belajarku.html' title='17.03.09  Meja Belajarku'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sb71ZBaeHlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JnUk9eXLOG4/s72-c/image-upload-117-728495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-7347055000740894308</id><published>2009-03-14T10:03:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:46:02.343+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>14.03.09  Four Things I Need to Try!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SbsgkmkRjpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GamRBNPZ-nk/s1600-h/Cartoon+world.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SbsgkmkRjpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GamRBNPZ-nk/s200/Cartoon+world.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312875998613704338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, saya pernah nonton salah satu program luar di TV judulnya "10 Things You Need to Try Before You Die". Hm...I'm wondering now, what would be in my list yah. Ini ada beberapa yang kepikiran:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Berkuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhatian ya, berkuda disini dalam arti sebenarnya loh, bukan yang tiba-tiba aja saya dateng ke taman safari, trus naik kuda yang dituntun sama abangnya gitu, hehe... Saya bayangkan seperti kalo kita nonton film berkuda di pedesaan gitu, tapi sekali lagi yah, jangan bayangin setting-nya cowboy gitu. Lebih kayak di wilayah hijau seperti Inggris atau Irlandia, dengan background pegunungan &amp;amp; rerumputan hijau. Hm...riding a horse with european taste. Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Backpacking keliling Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya akui, trend backpacking saat ini cukup mempengaruhi saya. Tapi pada dasarnya, saya memang dari dulu kepingin puas mencicipi keindahan alam Indonesia dulu sebelum merasakan keindahan di luar. Bukannya nggak mau keluar negri, mau lah... (apalagi kalo tugas sekalian shopping doang mah, hajjaaar...). Cuma kalau saya ada kesempatan bepergian yang murni niatnya (dan tentunya modal juga, hehe..) dari saya pribadi, maka saya akan keliling Indonesia dulu, baru saya lanjutkan ke luar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. The Corrs live in Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengennnya sih konser outdoor gitu yang sering diadain di beberapa negara Eropa kayak Inggris, Jerman, dll gitu. Seru aja euy.. Sering liat videonya di YouTube, woow....crowd-nya luar biasa. Pengen ngerasain banget kayak gitu. Oh ya, itu satu lagi... meet &amp;amp; greet sama mereka juga, huehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Bungee Jumping di...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm..seru banget ni, bungee jumping di suatu tempat yg extraordinary banget. Belum kepikiran spesifik dimana sih, mungkin di tebing dekat salah satu air terjun yang tinggi di daerah Afrika atau outback Australia. Woohoo...this would be a very cool way to get adrenaline rush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...segitu dulu, tambahannya menyusul....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-7347055000740894308?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/7347055000740894308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=7347055000740894308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7347055000740894308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/7347055000740894308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/03/140309-few-things.html' title='14.03.09  Four Things I Need to Try!'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SbsgkmkRjpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GamRBNPZ-nk/s72-c/Cartoon+world.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-4814906175217879525</id><published>2009-03-12T16:56:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:10:52.322+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><title type='text'>12.03.09  Missing in Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SbjeyN_ekGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ChgKL-q2POk/s1600-h/farm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SbjeyN_ekGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ChgKL-q2POk/s320/farm.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312240714814230626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well..saya missing in action nih. Maksudnya apa? Ya...itu, hehe... Jadi begini, saya sudah genap 2 minggu ni masuk genk "P". Tapi nggak terlalu kerasa sih, minggu pertama saya habiskan dengan jalan-jalan kesana-kemari, minggu kedua saya sakit. Kata salah seorang teman saya, "well Nuk, first of all u were doing nothing, then u got bored, then ur immune system decrease, then u got sick." Hm...really? Anyway, Alhamdulillah sekarang sih sudah baikan... Cuma, ya itu loh. Itu... *halah, apaan sih? hihihi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Iyah, saya missing in action. Well, dimulai kembali-lah perjuangan saya supaya 'back in action'. Weleh..weleh...istilah apalagi sih. Saya jadi ingat petualangan saya dulu di akhir tahun 2007 sampai menjelang pertengahan tahun 2008. Bolak balik tes &amp;amp; interview sana sini. Sampai akhirnya usaha saya tersebut membuahkan hasil, tentunya yang sesuai dengan harapan dong. Nah lepas Februari 2009, dimulailah kembali petualangan saya itu.. Hopefully sih nggak akan terlalu sulit lagi, kan sudah ada pengalaman. Amin.... Saya juga jauh lebih santai kok sekarang. Rejeki nggak kemana kan, ya nggak? =) &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh, buat siapa aja yang baca (syukur kalo ada, hihihi...). Sudah mengerti kan maksud saya apa? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*btw, bener ga ya pake term *missing in action? hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-4814906175217879525?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/4814906175217879525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=4814906175217879525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/4814906175217879525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/4814906175217879525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/03/missing-in-action.html' title='12.03.09  Missing in Action'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SbjeyN_ekGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ChgKL-q2POk/s72-c/farm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-8858336296122958634</id><published>2009-03-09T08:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:10:52.322+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><title type='text'>09.03.09  Java Jazz oh..Java Jazz..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SbR3nLwTDsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uw4ZUHDMtEw/s1600-h/jjf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 64px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SbR3nLwTDsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uw4ZUHDMtEw/s320/jjf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311001375630626498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well..akhirnya tadi malam saya paksakan juga datang ke Java Jazz Festival (JJF) 2009. Dengan kondisi tubuh yang kurang sehat, akhirnya saya datang juga bersama si 'Ndut. Sampai ke daerah Senayan kira-kira jam 4 sore, eh..hujan euy... Akhirnya kita menunggu dulu sebentar di halte Polda supaya hujan agak redaan. Taksi pun tidak ada yang mau ngangkut kita ke JCC karena di kawasan gelora macet total. Dung dang ding dung, akhirnya kita sampai jugalah ke area perhelatan akbar itu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kesan yang saya dapat ialah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;riweuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; banget euy! Banyak abg pula. Bagus sih..cuma nontonnya jadi kurang nikmat aja, saking ramenya. Kita akhirnya dapat nonton Aditya (oia, saya juga dapat bonus Kamga disini!), Peabo Bryson,  Tompi dan beberapa musisi lain yang kita lihat sambil seliweran aja. Tadinya sih masih mau lanjut nonton Maliq &amp;amp; d'essentials pkl 22.45 tapi jadi males, suasananya jadi nggak enak lagi. Ditambah kondisi saya yang memang kurang fit, jadilah pkl 21.00 kita balik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well..it's ok lah..nice. Namanya juga pengalaman pertama JJF. Dengan segala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;keriweuhannya&lt;/span&gt; saya masih bisa menikmati acara tersebut kok. Anyhoo, hari ini saya jadi meler-meler &amp;amp; batuk-batuk ga jelas ni! Fiuh... &gt;.&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-8858336296122958634?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/8858336296122958634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=8858336296122958634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8858336296122958634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/8858336296122958634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/03/090309-java-jazz-ohjava-jazz.html' title='09.03.09  Java Jazz oh..Java Jazz..'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SbR3nLwTDsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/uw4ZUHDMtEw/s72-c/jjf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-2637688835866571484</id><published>2009-03-07T20:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:10:52.323+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><title type='text'>07.03.09  Sakit itu nggak enak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SbJ9Y-EFm3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/WWS9NjbJVgc/s1600-h/sick_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 109px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SbJ9Y-EFm3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/WWS9NjbJVgc/s200/sick_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310444778553711474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ya iyalah...siapa bilang enak?? Beberapa hari ini saya kena radang tenggorokan. Rasanya widiiih....nggak enak banget! Padahal saya sudah minum berbagai macam, antibiotiok pun rupanya sudah resisten di badan saya. Puncaknya tadi malam, saya tidak bisa tidur. Leher saya rasanya sakit...semua, hidung pun tersumbat, belum lagi badan meriang. Walhasil, hari ini saya harus bed rest, alias istirahat total. Asal tahu aja, saya berharap besok sudah baikan. Kenapa? karena saya mau nonton Java Jazz Festival (JJF), huhuhu...secara dapat tiket gratisan juga. Well, kalau besok saya jadi ke JJF, berarti ini adalah JJF pertama saya. Maklum, sebagai anak Jakarta (walaupun pinggiran, hehe..) rasanya ada yang kurang kalau belum pernah menikmati perhelatan jazz yang katanya terbesar di asia tenggara itu. Hmm...jangan-jangan saya kepingin nonton karena pergaulan aja, hehehe... Well, nggak juga si, ada beberapa artis lokal yg memang pengen sekali saya tonton secara live seperti Tompi, Maliq &amp;amp; D'essentials, Ecoutez, Humania, dll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, kok jadi ngomongin JJF ya? padahalkan temanya sakit. Anyhoo, penyakit itu datang memang sering nggak permisi. Tapi ya, penyakit kecil kayak jerawat, sariawan, flu, batuk dan teman-temannya itu aja sudah sangat mengurangi kualitas hidup. Coba deh hidup sehari dengan  sariawan di bibir, widiiih...mau ngapa-ngapain bawaannya ga enak aja. Saya nggak mau membicarakan penyakit yang berat-berat ah, serem..  Jadi memang yang paling baik adalah jaga kesehatan dengan makan makanan yang sehat, olahraga &amp;amp; menjauhkan diri dari stress. Hmm...memang paling gampang ngomong. Coba implementasinya...huy... Smangat ah semangat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-2637688835866571484?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/2637688835866571484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=2637688835866571484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2637688835866571484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/2637688835866571484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/03/070309-sakit-itu-nggak-enak.html' title='07.03.09  Sakit itu nggak enak!'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SbJ9Y-EFm3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/WWS9NjbJVgc/s72-c/sick_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-1064574548816193856</id><published>2009-03-05T19:32:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:10:52.323+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><title type='text'>05.03.09  Facebook fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sa_HkF6pncI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UL9DoH5_Vug/s1600-h/fb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sa_HkF6pncI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UL9DoH5_Vug/s200/fb.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309681908570496450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well...I've finally made myself blogging again. Ingin mencurahkan sedikit pikiran saya dengan tema diatas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seperti kita tahu, facebook saat ini adalah sebuah fenomena yang luar biasa tidak hanya di dunia maya, tapi juga di dunia nyata. Maksud saya di dunia nyata begini, kerap ada pertanyaan-pertanyaan terlontar seperti &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eh, elo facebook-an juga ga si?", "eh gile looo...udah liat facebooknya si Anu belum, ternyata dia udah putus ya?"&lt;/span&gt;. Well, facebook juga masuk ke dalam kehidupan sehari-hari kita kan??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jujur, saya sendiri penggila facebook. Tidak kurang 2 kali sehari saya membuka account facebook saya, seringnya hanya sekedar update status. Yups, dalam dunia pertemanan kehadiran facebook terasa sangat bermanfaat. Bukan hanya itu, well...it's actually so much fun there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But then again, kalau saya pikir-pikir..kualitas hidup saya juga jadi berkurang gara-gara facebook (baca: saya loh, tidak menuduh siapapun). Kenapa? pagi-pagi saya buka facebook, sore/malam juga kadang sambil chatting dengan teman (yup, lewat facebook juga), belum lagi kalau tangan saya gatal-gatal dan ingin digaruk facebook pakai hp. Pendek kata, everyday is facebook day. Saya jadi lebih sebentar mengobrol dengan orang tua saya, saya tidak lagi browsing mencari-cari pengetahuan baru, bahkan saya jadi malas banget baca buku. Apalagi ngeblog untuk menuangkan pikiran saya....baru buka laptop, yang pertama terpikir adalah buka facebook (liat aja posting terakhir saya tanggal berapa, itupun hanya copy paste lirik lagu lagi).  Sayapun pernah kena masalah di kantor gara-gara facebook (nggak usah diceritakan lah ya detailnya...hehe..). Well..bisa dibilang, mungkin saat ini adalah masa paling autis dalam hidup saya. Saya jadi malas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ngapa-ngapain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saya sih nggak mau menyalahkan facebook, sepertinya diri saya sendiri aja yang tidak bisa memanage dengan baik kehidupan saya, hehe.. Waduh, sepertinya saya harus mengurangi intensitas saya di facebook. Kalo perlu sekali-kali puasa facebook untuk menata kembali kahidupan saya supaya lebih berkualitas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okelah kalau begitu, saya kira cukup. Mo update status dulu ni di facebook!  =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-1064574548816193856?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/1064574548816193856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=1064574548816193856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1064574548816193856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1064574548816193856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/03/facebook-fever.html' title='05.03.09  Facebook fever'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/Sa_HkF6pncI/AAAAAAAAAE8/UL9DoH5_Vug/s72-c/fb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-1358240327230547363</id><published>2009-01-24T08:02:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:28:45.486+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>24.01.09  Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SXpzQVfE_yI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LN7NKsVCmVM/s1600-h/7066485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294671036410036002" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 112px; height: 110px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SXpzQVfE_yI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LN7NKsVCmVM/s200/7066485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll make a wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make a change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And breakaway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I won't forget all the ones that I love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll make a wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make a change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Note: what an inspiring song &amp;amp; movie (Princess Diary 2: Royal Engangement)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-1358240327230547363?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/1358240327230547363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=1358240327230547363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1358240327230547363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1358240327230547363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/01/240109-breakaway-kelly-clarkson.html' title='24.01.09  Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syDS7T6HxuM/SXpzQVfE_yI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LN7NKsVCmVM/s72-c/7066485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-1749811595771757906</id><published>2009-01-15T22:01:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:11:33.142+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>15.01.09  Moment of Truth</title><content type='html'>Today is my moment of truth. I stood up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've just made the best decision in my life. I'm moving forward by not taking my chance with the very best reason. So, this is it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm relief &amp;amp; happy. Yes, I am. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough with a little sadness behind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll tell the complete version later lah. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-1749811595771757906?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/1749811595771757906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=1749811595771757906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1749811595771757906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/1749811595771757906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2009/01/moment-of-truth.html' title='15.01.09  Moment of Truth'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163718866580955577.post-9136098920623354559</id><published>2008-01-29T21:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:30:22.653+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a cup of tea'/><title type='text'>One Step that Makes a Difference (masih tes..)</title><content type='html'>One song can spark a moment, &lt;br /&gt;One flower can wake the dream. &lt;br /&gt;One tree can start a forest, &lt;br /&gt;One bird can herald spring. &lt;br /&gt;One smile begins a friendship, &lt;br /&gt;One handclasp lifts a soul. &lt;br /&gt;One star can guide a ship at sea, &lt;br /&gt;One word can frame the goal. &lt;br /&gt;One vote can change a nation, &lt;br /&gt;One sunbeam lights a room. &lt;br /&gt;One candle wipes out darkness, &lt;br /&gt;One laugh will conquer gloom. &lt;br /&gt;One step must start each journey, &lt;br /&gt;One word must start each prayer. &lt;br /&gt;One hope will raise our spirits, &lt;br /&gt;One touch can show you care. &lt;br /&gt;One voice can speak with wisdom, &lt;br /&gt;One heart can know what's true. &lt;br /&gt;One life can make the difference, &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You see, it's up to you &lt;br /&gt;To begin a change for success &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;(Source : Anonymous)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4163718866580955577-9136098920623354559?l=trinuraini.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/feeds/9136098920623354559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4163718866580955577&amp;postID=9136098920623354559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/9136098920623354559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4163718866580955577/posts/default/9136098920623354559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trinuraini.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-step-that-makes-difference-masih.html' title='One Step that Makes a Difference (masih tes..)'/><author><name>Tri Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09068988072005025093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2uWPCVeKag/TqOHJh3BgiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FGBaZAvH_ns/s220/inukk2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
