<?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-5865490380454231637</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:38:12.781+07:00</updated><category term='liburan ga makna'/><category term='introducing me.'/><category term='back to school'/><category term='count down for the better me'/><category term='osis&apos;s event'/><category term='nu class'/><category term='adore it'/><category term='countdown for the better me'/><category term='family'/><category term='day after day'/><category term='holiday goes on..'/><category term='shitty conversation'/><category term='college'/><category term='1st time'/><category term='thought'/><category term='school&apos;s event'/><category term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>SOMETIMES BEFORE YOU REALIZE</title><subtitle type='html'>... which of the favours of your Lord will ye deny?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-4936569306602791234</id><published>2012-01-01T21:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:22:21.324+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st time'/><title type='text'>What ruined the diet so far..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fzV5b_ptls/TwBJmArwJ-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/qxLNUt4kM00/s1600/IMG01417-20120101-1141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fzV5b_ptls/TwBJmArwJ-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/qxLNUt4kM00/s320/IMG01417-20120101-1141.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;HAHAHA that photo above just as hilarious as it taste i swear. Only by judging the look of it, i'm pretty sure you guys probably will laugh bcs really, doesn't it look like some small bump (or large i shall say) after your head hit a wall or something LOL. I tell you this though, that's STRAWBERRY PIE! hahaha i know, i made the pie crust too deeper and bigger compare to the fills.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, as you see on the right side of my blog, there is the picture of something that i'm currently dig into, and right now is baking! idk why, but maybe it's also because everytime i'm on holiday, i tend to do some bake to fill the time. I realized it tho, the fact that i'm not really on 'real' holiday right now, more like that i'm on this 'free from campus' time because i actually still have to do the internship thingy for the last subject i take this term. (will talk abt this later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So far i've made botterkoek, apple crumble, and that strawberry pie above. The look's not really convincing i know, but seriously, we ate those dessert/cake in only like for some minutes before the plate's all clean again hahaha! i even made the apple crumble twice times for two days in a row :D (the picture below is the one that failed tho, i accidentally wrong at guessing the bowl size that it didn't fit the oven lol so i had to move it into the smaller size of bowl which made it looks weird :p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LxKNTW4wwk/TwBIBnaSnLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5fj6Far9bfo/s1600/IMG01410-20111226-1809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LxKNTW4wwk/TwBIBnaSnLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5fj6Far9bfo/s320/IMG01410-20111226-1809.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kIBSiCFtbPA/TwBG7TJ8FTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/967xR8JRDIo/s1600/IMG01407-20111225-1610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kIBSiCFtbPA/TwBG7TJ8FTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/967xR8JRDIo/s320/IMG01407-20111225-1610.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I made some adjustment as well for the botterkoek, which is for the topping where you actually should spread almond in the top of it instead of cornflakes and chocochips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm..i'm thinking for a bread pudding for the next experiment :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-4936569306602791234?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/4936569306602791234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=4936569306602791234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4936569306602791234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4936569306602791234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-ruined-diet-so-far.html' title='What ruined the diet so far..'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fzV5b_ptls/TwBJmArwJ-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/qxLNUt4kM00/s72-c/IMG01417-20120101-1141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-7232544410325644596</id><published>2011-12-31T20:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:29:12.306+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adore it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>I saw some fireworks outside..oh, NYE tonight?</title><content type='html'>I'm literally sitting in my couch, in front of the TV while i'm typing this words out while most of the people out there currently joyously blowing out some trumpet or lighting up the fireworks onto the sky. Well dear people, i could just whining or cursing by the fact that i ended up having no party or whatsoever to crash in, or...i could just accepting the fact that tonight the year turning to 2012 just like another day turn into a new day for me. I know...i know..sounds cliche and pathetic for some of you who might think this just an excuses for me to not feel bad of myself tonight hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! i remember last year i went to meet my high school friends in one friend's home in bekasi, we did some 'bakar2an' thingy, and even got stuck in traffic on our way out from my friend's neighborhood, which made us turn our way back home again lol. and yes, i ended up spent my first second in 2011 alone, driving the car along the free way, while the fireworks bursting out in the sky. again, literally alone.&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/-ygqeRRPnqZU/Tv8Qqm4GcZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/01fwk8sSULg/s1600/IMG00698-20101231-2352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygqeRRPnqZU/Tv8Qqm4GcZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/01fwk8sSULg/s320/IMG00698-20101231-2352.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;The road is just so empty i can capture the fireworks by my phone while driving the car ahaha :p&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i found this really really inspirational &lt;a href="http://colormekatie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;blog of a girl&lt;/a&gt; name Katie. Gosh! How colorful/happy/full of inspiration/interesting/cheerful life this girl has! I must say, this instantly made a new favorite blog of mine right now. There's just sooooo many things i learned from this blog. You guys should seriously check out the blog. Here's some of the works she's done;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6240/6327255162_2fa6c1983d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6240/6327255162_2fa6c1983d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4403841193_332bef2a74.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4403841193_332bef2a74.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3460/5763840724_4ffbb74ab1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3460/5763840724_4ffbb74ab1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This DIY butterfly paper cut picture above has really made me want to make one! Considered the fact that i actually have a white blank spaces in my (new!) room, maybe i could try make one! Or some, because really it's just look so fun i could just smile and giggle while reading and looking through her works. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, this girl is a part of &lt;a href="http://improveverywhere.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Improv Everywhere&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;a prank collective that causes scenes of chaos and joy in public places. Visit the site and watch their video will really makes your day (or night for my case :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-7232544410325644596?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/7232544410325644596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=7232544410325644596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7232544410325644596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7232544410325644596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-see-some-fireworks-outsideoh-nye.html' title='I saw some fireworks outside..oh, NYE tonight?'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygqeRRPnqZU/Tv8Qqm4GcZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/01fwk8sSULg/s72-c/IMG00698-20101231-2352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-892972033228939411</id><published>2011-12-25T19:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T19:02:56.837+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>Smilling</title><content type='html'>Things turn out not in the way i planned before, like what i thought the best for me a few times ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so what, if it's not like the way i wanted it to be? Who am i to set what i should have do and what i'm going to go through? Like i said before, whatever the result is, i have set my intention that i'll do this because of God. Maybe that's actually the reason why, shockingly, i haven't shed even one tears from my eyes after i heard the result. Maybe that's the reason why i can still smiling to &lt;i&gt;these&lt;/i&gt; people, the one that i have my trust on, that whatever things will be like, they always here to guide me to the best way. My family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"..But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you, and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah knows, while you know not."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Al-Baqarah 216)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it, i'm sincerely closing my excel sheet containing the comparison of school's choices i'm going to fight for, canceling my course for IELTS test, and finally moving the 'kuliah' folder in my desktop to my 'data' folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Again&lt;/i&gt;, this might be the best for now, but for the love of heaven, who knows maybe i will get to finally have this chance in another better time sometime in the future? Whatever He wants it to be like, i &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; know it will always bring me a smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-892972033228939411?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/892972033228939411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=892972033228939411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/892972033228939411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/892972033228939411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2011/12/smilling.html' title='Smilling'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-5383704679479456845</id><published>2011-12-23T13:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T13:02:56.527+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>If it's meant to be, it will be :)</title><content type='html'>All i know, i've been praying to Allah this past few weeks. I ask Him to show me the best way. I ask Him so that i can see it clearly with my heart the way He leads me to. I ask Him to give me strength during this process finding the best way. So..that's it. I'll do my best, and think i'm just going to be patient a little bit more to find the result. And one more thing, i just know that whatever the result is, i'll be better this time. Because i know from the start that i do it because of Him, and for Him.&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/5865490380454231637-5383704679479456845?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5383704679479456845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=5383704679479456845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5383704679479456845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5383704679479456845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-its-meant-to-be-it-will-be.html' title='If it&apos;s meant to be, it will be :)'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-6766510416275106212</id><published>2011-12-05T15:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:07:58.855+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Already on my holiday and finally finished the last term of my diploma program! Beyond exciting! :) Anyway i still have to do this internship thingy tho..guess i'll be better to find the place where i'll do my internship quickly. The&amp;nbsp;big plan is, i'm going to continue my study next year. Abroad, hopefully :) well not that i'll go somewhere far away (which actually is my dream), but still, the idea of getting somewhere new, meeting a lot of new people, struggling to finish what we started, adjusting your self to the culture and environment, and the most challenging, is to keep all the right faith to myself there where in fact it's not that easy as it seems, aren't these reason just enough to excite yourself living in the new place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Orang berilmu dan beradab tidak akan diam di kampung halaman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tinggalkan lah negerimu, dan merantaulah ke negeri orang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Merantaulah, kau akan dapatkan pengganti dari kerabat dan kawan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Berlelah-lelah lah, manisnya hidup terasa setelah lelah berjuang"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;-Imam Syafi'i-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;There, i found it quoted by Ahmad Fuadi, the writer of 'Ranah 3 Warna', the book that tell us about the journey of a man in the land of maple leaf, Canada. It's actually the second book of him. These 2 books is a part of his trilogy series about the struggling of a man from West Sumatera (my family city!), who have only a little money, but a big faith in God's will. I tell you, whoever haven't read the book, please do read it! I even cry while reading that quote from imam syafi'i above. i mean, who doesn't shivering whilst realizing the fact that there are so many things God has created out there, waiting for us to discovered and experienced it. Thus, i think we all are ought walk in this world, experience the greatest creature of God's, and be thankful at it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;Pray me the best? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-6766510416275106212?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/6766510416275106212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=6766510416275106212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/6766510416275106212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/6766510416275106212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2011/12/normal.html' title=''/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-3198445360741372658</id><published>2011-11-09T23:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:04:16.415+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The thing is.. i'm not really good being a liar, which makes it even harder to believe that i could easily fake something i don't really fancy to do/to say. But when it comes to mingling or keeping your social activity on the good track, sometimes we ppl just have to do &lt;i&gt;those things&lt;/i&gt;. You know, smiling, complementing, asking someones how's their day, and etc you name it. I'd be lie already if i tell you i never fake those stuff to people sometimes, and &lt;b&gt;it kills me&lt;/b&gt; when i have to do that over and over again, while i actually tell myself not to do &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;. I just wish i could do those things sincerely without feeling bad to my own self..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-3198445360741372658?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/3198445360741372658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=3198445360741372658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3198445360741372658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3198445360741372658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2011/11/thing-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-6883544056035965604</id><published>2011-09-23T21:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T21:58:07.238+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;in a time like this i thank God i still have this space to throw my feelings to.&amp;nbsp;honestly, i've been on this question maze for quite some times where i still unable to get the right answer for my own self. like, one time you think you get the answer and let things go with the flow, but there are the times when it hits you again and you'd knew that you are still unsure. what i do now, i never said i regret it since the first time i chose it bcs i remember i promise myself i do it for God. neither is right now. but something bother me still when i think about the other side of me still wanting to do myself a favor of not doing the same mistake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;i know life always offers you choices. bad and good. better or worse. it just, in the end you just have to decide it yourself. you're the one who's going to responsible with what you choose. and it scares the hell out of me. idk...i think i just need a clear direction. and now it may sounds like im a bit away from God :/ it sadden me the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;i'm hoping i get better soon, for that will just do for my birthday present at this end of the month..amin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p1"&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/5865490380454231637-6883544056035965604?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/6883544056035965604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=6883544056035965604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/6883544056035965604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/6883544056035965604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-time-like-this-i-thank-god-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-738385477929715827</id><published>2011-08-26T23:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T23:18:32.197+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hadn't made a post even once for this blog for over 4 months seems made me a little bit lost with the new layout of the blogspot home page. me eyes still rolling over the new layout of this writing page while i type this too. things change. i know.&lt;br /&gt;gosh this' me starting to get mellow melancholia..&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, august has been kinda hard for me i must say..it's actually&amp;nbsp;Ramadan&amp;nbsp;month and i supposed to enjoy it in serene and peace but so far mostly i just feel...bad. feel bad to miss the smile and tears i usually waste in this holy&amp;nbsp;Ramadan, feel bad for all the moans i did this far on this month, feel bad for not controlled my self to be more patient, and most of all, i just feel bad, wait no, i feel..theres still something missing and unsolved for these things im doing.&lt;br /&gt;this.is.just.so.random&lt;br /&gt;pardon me for filling the hell out of this post with the rants im doing on 11pm now.. i think i extremely, &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt;..need to find some time to think about what will i do and why and how am i going to do that.&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way eid is coming real soon in just 3 days&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-738385477929715827?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/738385477929715827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=738385477929715827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/738385477929715827'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>Baking a boterkoek</title><content type='html'>Holiday's ending soon! haha..and all i did was bake-bake-and bake. So i stumbled upon a cook book in gramedia a few days ago and i found a cake called boterkoek. I find it very easy, and also the material of the cake are pretty easy to get! (You can have the recipe &lt;a href="http://www.food.com/recipe/omas-boterkoek-dutch-buttercake-132488"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) Here are my attempts of making it:&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/-61FzvYiik7g/TZ_7hWPMw2I/AAAAAAAAAYU/EIjcbg1zepg/s1600/IMG00988-20110407-1711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61FzvYiik7g/TZ_7hWPMw2I/AAAAAAAAAYU/EIjcbg1zepg/s320/IMG00988-20110407-1711.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;1st attempt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; 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/-kyy1EIERKuk/TZ_8rFFDJrI/AAAAAAAAAYY/b6kfgJ3ZB0A/s1600/IMG00999-20110408-1710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kyy1EIERKuk/TZ_8rFFDJrI/AAAAAAAAAYY/b6kfgJ3ZB0A/s320/IMG00999-20110408-1710.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;2nd attempt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I know i know, it  doesnt look as pretty as it called. You see, the 1st time i made  it, it was overcooked because i didn't know how long does it take to  bake it. But you have to know, the taste was good! gaah it didn't even  last a night to eat all of it. Despite the fact there are 6 of us in the house  tho haha..so i made it again yesterday, and turns out that it gets a  little bit too fast for the sides to overcooked so the center part wasn't really well cooked :( I dont know, i think  it's the oven. (I'm using the 'oven kompor', haha i don't know what is  it called in english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddddddddd i received my new schedule for the next term!!! Excited and nervous at the same time. My head can't stop imagine what my life will be through at least until December this year because after that i finally have my degreeeee wohoooooo. and anyway it's not that bad because i get an off class in FRIDAY yayy friday friday friday hahaha i know i know please don't hate me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i hope is to get this done with a big patience in my heart, and also a big smile in the lips :) Amin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-5703817584476034558?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5703817584476034558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=5703817584476034558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5703817584476034558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5703817584476034558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2011/04/baking-boterkoek.html' title='Baking a boterkoek'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61FzvYiik7g/TZ_7hWPMw2I/AAAAAAAAAYU/EIjcbg1zepg/s72-c/IMG00988-20110407-1711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-4022508812999919254</id><published>2011-03-21T18:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:34:36.560+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>Everything we had</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/bSNA06gJxnY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSNA06gJxnY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSNA06gJxnY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me emo or lame or anything, tapi kenapa yah setiap denger lagu ini jadi sedih aja gitu..haha super labil.&amp;nbsp; I was just listening to radio this morning when this song appeared and i was like ' wait wait, whats this song, again?' because everytime i hear it, its always like this. Like i feel the song. What does it says. Like something makes me unyu and galau. hahaha citra ngimoooo! But seriously, im used to be this bands lunatic for like months. Not just because the fact that william is so cute and funny (if you watch the bands' TAI series), but their songs are also great. Im not saying i listen to all their songs tho.&lt;br /&gt;hihihi jadi inget masa2 SMA lagi lah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-4022508812999919254?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/4022508812999919254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=4022508812999919254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4022508812999919254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4022508812999919254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2011/03/everything-we-had.html' title='Everything we had'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-7506290918384631001</id><published>2011-03-19T18:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:41:18.168+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>This probably will bore you though</title><content type='html'>I know im pretty sure the last time i write about my life in this blog i told you i just got my new class schedule. And now im here sitting, typing, about to tell you that its only a week left before my holiday arrive. Time does flies faster than your eyes blink, dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the next term, what might be significant differ with this term is obviously all about the subject. and the teacher. Okay, im getting realized  everytime i blogged something here, its also about a new subject, a new teacher, and so on. I, myself considering this is a bore tho. I even only write 1 post on this year, which is exactly this post. hahaha but whatever. Without a new things, what will be interesting in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back with the thing im telling about the new subject. The point is, im having this 6 subject includes the 2 out of 4 the most expecting &lt;strike&gt;(to stressing out myself)&lt;/strike&gt; subject (ive told all before &lt;a href="http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-thats-way-long-time.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) which im pretty sure again, that will costs me money not so little. Gladly ive been saving some cash these past months. I know i should be more exciting to finally be on 5th term, which make me nothing but closer to the graduation (\m/), but then again, i know im not getting there without having any spectacles and trials from Him, and in this case, through these subjects. Like hannah montana says, or milley, or whatever she is says, Life's a climb, but the views are great. (Great, i cant believe i just quoted her movie because you see, todays ive got nothing to do except for doing my final task and finding something to watch heheehhh.) So i think its true that even though life's hard and else, its also sure that it gives you such a thrill with every moments you passed. And by that, im so grateful by everything God gave me up till now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-7506290918384631001?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/7506290918384631001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=7506290918384631001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7506290918384631001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7506290918384631001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-probably-will-bore-you-though.html' title='This probably will bore you though'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-5422420450900628409</id><published>2010-12-18T21:13:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T21:23:25.624+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>always puts me in smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQzDxC9oHQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/zwsQIf7gEtA/s1600/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQzDxC9oHQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/zwsQIf7gEtA/s320/DSC00275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552027688017337602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQzA0deD9tI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jxEMOx9pqUc/s1600/image200710310015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQzA0deD9tI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jxEMOx9pqUc/s320/image200710310015.jpg" border="0" height="240" 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;this&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQy9ibAUA1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/C2OLkB3OH3Y/s1600/citra+bareng...husen+%25288%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQy9ibAUA1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/C2OLkB3OH3Y/s320/citra+bareng...husen+%25288%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(even) this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQy-A-mCM7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ujeyW5NQG78/s1600/Okee+la+%252811%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQy-A-mCM7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ujeyW5NQG78/s320/Okee+la+%252811%2529.jpg" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this (craving for some food and found the tahu bulat "MB")&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQy-MutfszI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gLN9IDyxKv8/s1600/portal+kuhh+%25287%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQy-MutfszI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gLN9IDyxKv8/s320/portal+kuhh+%25287%2529.jpg" border="0" height="240" 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;definitely this too&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQy-UvRlMHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/TAr6SHqSEuQ/s1600/Rapat+mbc+H-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQy-UvRlMHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/TAr6SHqSEuQ/s320/Rapat+mbc+H-6.jpg" border="0" height="240" 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;H-6 before MBC 2008&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQy-Y9xf3BI/AAAAAAAAAXw/r0Cer2yPSaI/s1600/Resized-0000-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQy-Y9xf3BI/AAAAAAAAAXw/r0Cer2yPSaI/s320/Resized-0000-s.jpg" border="0" height="179" 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;after Moka (Mojang &amp;amp; Jajaka)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQy-bcaC8dI/AAAAAAAAAX0/hbgb5M5WidE/s1600/Resized-0001-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQy-bcaC8dI/AAAAAAAAAX0/hbgb5M5WidE/s320/Resized-0001-s.jpg" border="0" height="240" 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;lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQy99LBwFWI/AAAAAAAAAXg/a-MTFibF6Ig/s1600/Image008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQy99LBwFWI/AAAAAAAAAXg/a-MTFibF6Ig/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" height="240" 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;the midnite movie witch ga jelas and made us sleepy haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQzAxOUtBYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/39yYRbch9nA/s1600/5335_1158645015236_1501086480_384278_2773658_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQzAxOUtBYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/39yYRbch9nA/s320/5335_1158645015236_1501086480_384278_2773658_n.jpg" border="0" height="193" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-5422420450900628409?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5422420450900628409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=5422420450900628409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5422420450900628409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5422420450900628409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/12/always-puts-me-in-smile.html' title='always puts me in smile'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TQzDxC9oHQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/zwsQIf7gEtA/s72-c/DSC00275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-8960370191637594625</id><published>2010-12-18T16:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T12:45:59.023+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st time'/><title type='text'>baby thats a way long time!</title><content type='html'>i know..i feel like too much ignoring this blog already now. but you shud know that feeling everytime i want to write something (and trust me there r so many times i want to share things) but i found it hard to even start it with going to the blogger link. well yes thats me. im kinda this moody person when it comes to write. and yaaah theres tumblr (very lameee excuse, dear you bloggah!). and i have a new book for myself to keep writing (by pen, definitely) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so things areeee...pretty good these days. i have my new schedule for this new term which i thought itll be not so busy for the final project and else since the subjects are more like theoretical ones. but thats make a new problem for me, tho. because then the 2 next term (or i can say the last 2 term) for this diploma graduate will be a hell since there i will be having store layout (imagine you should make your own store layout), and then fashion presentation (imagine ure going to handle everything for your senior graduation), and visual merchandising (imagine you have to make a display like you see on the store), and of course, the fashion enterprise which requiring us to develop our very own brand product from the details of the material until the financial data of the company. way to (not) live, guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 3 days more ill be having my end year holiday for about 10 days since there are this Christmas thing and new year holiday. havent got a planning to do tho. maybe some family gathering will be nice (like any other year end holiday hahah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-8960370191637594625?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/8960370191637594625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=8960370191637594625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/8960370191637594625'/><link 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data gathering class. its sort of a survey and focus group discussion we'll make. but before that, ive to spread out around 100 surveys about GAP Kids product and price. so if you're think you can help me doing this assignment, click &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiny.cc/ocjr1"&gt;THIS LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i can't thankyou enough but to pray you whats best. THANKYOUUUH !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-557341449736582598?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/557341449736582598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=557341449736582598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/557341449736582598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/557341449736582598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/10/help.html' title='Help?'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-9207336271397375596</id><published>2010-09-26T21:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:07:17.362+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>T.T</title><content type='html'>im no good being a liar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-9207336271397375596?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/9207336271397375596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=9207336271397375596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/9207336271397375596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/9207336271397375596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/09/tt.html' title='T.T'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-5315621018831079657</id><published>2010-08-10T09:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T09:28:12.109+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>Blind me, blame me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="" name="46"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Have they not travelled in the land so that they should have hearts with which to understand, or ears with which to hear? For surely it is not the eyes that are blind, but blind are the hearts which are in the breasts."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Al-Hajj:46)&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely making this apologize for you whom i hurt too much and little, either by a word or an action because of this blind heart. May Allah bless this Ramadhan and bless our heart.. :')&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="46"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-5315621018831079657?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5315621018831079657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=5315621018831079657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5315621018831079657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5315621018831079657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/08/blind-me-blame-me.html' title='Blind me, blame me'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-5502896175945154948</id><published>2010-07-19T20:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T06:12:50.062+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>God only wants you to be better</title><content type='html'>Some people do blogging to share their beautiful stories, some to express their felling for the love one, some only to show off of what they have. i do blogging mostly as an effort to be a better me as i read it later. therefore you can see here not only a fun stories i write, but also the sad or even the -unlucky me- posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bad lucking, people tend to say they have a bad day when they have those trials or bad luck on their days. specially the one that happened alternately. that does happen to me as well, today. except i rather not to say it's my bad day, because you see, God always give you what's best ( i still try to believe it more deeply as i write this sentence, though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning happened normal to me. wake up-pray-breakfast-continue the assignment and so on. But my bad, i choose to sleep again at 9 am before i jet off to uni at 10.30 am. &lt;i&gt;there it goes&lt;/i&gt;. i over slept, like 9 minutes from the first plan to get up at 10 am. &lt;i&gt;and then i realized&lt;/i&gt; that i supposed going to mom's office to take the packaging for my product assignment. so i got hurried to get there, and directly headed uni after i get the packaging. &lt;i&gt;there it goes.&lt;/i&gt; shirt got ribbed. back to home to get another clothes. quickly went to uni, and there it goes again. there was this traffic jam. and again, &lt;i&gt;i just realized&lt;/i&gt;. i DIDN'T bring my product which i have to presented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with a big hope i continued driving until i arrived at uni and ask the teacher if he can still let me do the presentation with my promise to hand the product on the next presentation schedule on wed(for the rest of the student). and i bet you can guess it. the answer is no. that simple. i only have 2 choices. to do the presentation on Wednesday, which i really don't want to do because it's like i have been prepared it for so long and i wanted to focused on marketing final test in Wednesday, OR i can call somebody to bring the product to me and do the presentation after the next class of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the second choice that i choose then. thanks God papa was headed to Blok M and he willing to take the product and bring it to me. and voila i get it. i do the other subject final test and wait for the presentation on the library which is placed right beside the class where i supposed to do the presentation. &lt;i&gt;and there it goes, again, people&lt;/i&gt;. right at 3 pm the teacher went in the library, i instantly saying that i have the product so i can do the presentation today. first the teacher like, okay, but wait for some minute. and i wait, he did something with the computer. i wait, and suddenly he told me to do the presentation on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this moment that i tried to confess my self that i can handle it. you can try beg him. so i told him, and kind of beg him to let me do the presentation today but he told me that he had this thing to finished and told me that, anyway, it is my fault who didn't bring the product in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel truly sad at that time, i mean, i done those effort or you can call it those trials to only get the time to do the presentation today. there was the time that i remember the phrase that said "try college, high school is only a beginning for giving you such experience". and yes i shocked. but thanks God then i realized, that somehow it was my fault why do i have sleep again on this 9 am morning instead preparing for the presentation. and it was my &lt;i&gt;destiny&lt;/i&gt; to do the presentation on wednesday.&amp;nbsp; i realized that God wasn't planned all this to only see my teary eyes or my moan mouth. He wants me to get strong, to have faith that after the difficulty, there always be the easiness, and to realized what my fault is to be corrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, Dear Allah, please, please give me the strength to through it with heart whole and sincerely for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-5502896175945154948?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5502896175945154948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=5502896175945154948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5502896175945154948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5502896175945154948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-only-wants-you-to-be-better.html' title='God only wants you to be better'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-7404460874946595410</id><published>2010-07-11T20:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:49:33.664+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>Spain Spain !</title><content type='html'>4 years ago (not exactly 4 years ago,though) i was thinking like, &lt;i&gt;'what would i be in the next 4 years when i watch world cup then?'&lt;/i&gt; i was like sooo freakin freak about that world event back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels weird and funny to flash back like that and you see the result on your present now. you see, i haven't seen ANY match till today. and..you see, today is the FINAL match of the world cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't say much about it, i only know that people change, things change, and situations change. can't even blame the assignments that been around my head since forever, or the tv satelite whose blocked the world cup channel for indonesia that made me can't watch the match only if i watch it on my mom's room or in uda's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyysssss i still follow each match result and yes i go for Spain ! i know most people will tell that i choose spain for only the good looking player. won't be lie, but hey they have real skill anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: holiday's on the next 10 days! wohooo :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-7404460874946595410?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/7404460874946595410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=7404460874946595410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7404460874946595410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7404460874946595410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/07/spain-spain.html' title='Spain Spain !'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-4960321411423517921</id><published>2010-06-09T21:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T21:23:56.774+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>In relationship with Sleep</title><content type='html'>This last 2 days's been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday, 8th june 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04.30: woke up, pray&lt;br /&gt;05.45: breakfast -&amp;gt; fell asleep with me sitting on chair still helding the breakfast plate&lt;br /&gt;07.00-09.30: sleep, this one was on my bed&lt;br /&gt;11.00-16.00: class&lt;br /&gt;17.30: fell asleep on my brother's room&lt;br /&gt;18.00: woke up, pray&lt;br /&gt;18.30-19.15: fell asleep on my mother's room&lt;br /&gt;19.45-04.15: sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday, 9th june 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04.15: woke up, pray&lt;br /&gt;05.15-06.00: breakfast&lt;br /&gt;06.30-10.30: sleep&lt;br /&gt;11.00-now: class, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you can count how much the 'sleep' words is. Somebody can tell me what kind of disease it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, been listening to Poker Face by Glee cast recently. A cute and a good one! Get your ear listened to it asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-4960321411423517921?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/4960321411423517921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=4960321411423517921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4960321411423517921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4960321411423517921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-relationship-with-sleep.html' title='In relationship with Sleep'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-3952214677855779889</id><published>2010-06-06T20:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:55:12.889+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>about being a moody person</title><content type='html'>I know, like you all know, that people went through times that isn't just only a good time. people went through bad times. and for some of them, to only keep that bad feeling to their self is not an easy thing. they throw out their feeling into things. with their gesture, words, or even with throwing out the glasses or plate like we've seen on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i thought it is the gesture, or i can say the attitude they make that really gave a big deal. you can see their face turn into &lt;i&gt;jutek&lt;/i&gt; and none of your question or greeting will be answered nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like i never give that 'annoying-bad-shoo shoo' gesture to people around me when i'm &lt;i&gt;bete &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;kesel&lt;/i&gt;. i too have been there many many and many time, pals. but i can say that every time i do that &lt;i&gt;attitude,&lt;/i&gt; then i'll regret it by the time i realized it. i regret it because it made people won't talking to me because they're just too scared too say 'hey'. i regret it because it made them not comfortable being around me. and i regret it, because it made them thinking what actually they don't want-and need to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God wants me to realized it by myself.&lt;br /&gt;He surrounded me with &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; people so i can learn. From the childhood to this grown-up-on process period, im surrounding by these &lt;i&gt;moody &lt;/i&gt;person. And they mostly are people whom i almost everyday face to. No, no. I'm not complaining here. beside,i'm grateful 'cause it makes me realized. God opened my eyes by give and show me these people so i can learn from it. And now i learn that being the victim of the bad mood and throwing it out badly won't make your bad situation turn any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not either telling you to always keep that sad or bad feeling alone in your self. but it is the way we express it that we have to concern. i'm prefer to look back first what was make me feel like that, in case it is my own mistake,then i shall not be act like a child by being angry or a moody one. but if it's not my mistake, then i'll try to take it as an advantage for being patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Dan takutlah engkau akan doa orang yang dizalimi, sesungguhnya (doa orang yang dizalimi itu) tidak ada di antaranya dan di antara Allah pendinding.” (Bukhari).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And whoever is patient and forgiving, these most surely  are actions due to courage. &lt;/i&gt;Asy-syura:43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you, me and all people are facing the hard time in our life. like when you've to face your quiz in morning class in a big number of question even your head is already full of the assignment, when your car fuel are showing an 'E' signal but you really are in hurry, when you're on your third times correcting your accounting task but it shows you no balance balance sheet, and like when someone (more over, ones that you love) throw up a laugh on your sweat. You have a fully choice how you'd take it. You can choose to be that suddenly moody person, or, hopefully you're gonna choose to take it with your arms open and faithfully believe that your God has NOT been and WON'T be wrong by giving us that situation. 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Tell thy wives and thy daughters and the women of the believers to draw their cloaks close round them (when they go abroad). That will be better, so that they may be recognised and not annoyed. Allah is ever Forgiving, Merciful."&lt;/i&gt; -Al-Ahzab : 59&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-4494914400008184082?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/4494914400008184082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=4494914400008184082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4494914400008184082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4494914400008184082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/05/coolness.html' title='a coolness'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TABgzv2aKPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/GZZ_-SX_ZEs/s72-c/169__700x2000_hijab-wide-leg-trousers-vintage-blazer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-7573911494915486594</id><published>2010-05-20T21:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:13:47.052+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>I'm out of words, of willingness to speak, of bravery to make it a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-7573911494915486594?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/7573911494915486594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=7573911494915486594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7573911494915486594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7573911494915486594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-3715341915988438704</id><published>2010-05-13T20:49:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T07:58:51.780+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>If you can just notice it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="" name="Title"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; 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    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Here this public holiday goes, with me typing these words with a tiny candle light beside me since the light is all off, and it’s dark and it's raining outside, and nobody’s home but me and mbak, and mama-papa-uda-umar gone to malang this morning, and I still had those tasks waiting to be finished.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Won’t say I sad and i mad at God. I clearly know He neither want me got sad and mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;written at 2:45 pm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.20 pm&lt;/b&gt;---so then i decided to go to om ade's home which is not so far away from home (im near to TMII, om ade's is on purigading jatiasih), because i thought the light won't go turn on in some hours and the fact is, i need the internet connection for the assignment. i tell you first, om ade's home is like only 15 minute far from my home if you go by car and through the highway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;jump in the car, and thinking where would i suppose to exit from the highway---been way long not going there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;exit on jatibening---wrong way. i called om ade, he said i should've exit on jatiwarna gate. turn around, meaning to get into the highway (the opposite lane) again, so i can exit on jatiwarna.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;on highway gate&lt;i&gt;--just&lt;/i&gt; realize that i get to the wrong side of the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;exiting on jatiwaringin gate---got sms from mbak telling that the light's just turn on, facing the traffic jam till pasar pondok gede,since there is the angkot &lt;i&gt;ngetem&lt;/i&gt; and it is flood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;arrived at om ade's---&lt;b&gt;4.50 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Life is fun if you can notice it. &lt;i&gt;aah..thanks God!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;:) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"..O ye who believe! seek help with patient perseverance and prayer; for Allah is with those who patiently persevere." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(al-baqarah:153)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/5865490380454231637-3715341915988438704?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/3715341915988438704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=3715341915988438704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3715341915988438704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3715341915988438704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-can-just-notice-it.html' title='If you can just notice it...'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-4763715707331201429</id><published>2010-04-14T19:41:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:45:40.596+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st time'/><title type='text'>Again; a new beginning (Why does it always be so hard?)</title><content type='html'>I'm back living my college life now. After the 2 weeks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'well planned holiday' &lt;/span&gt;, i started again this Monday with Fashion Society class. Got to say, i kind of, well, i must say i really miss my previous lecturers. I'm thinking about some reason why i miss them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The new lecturer is no better than the first one&lt;br /&gt;2. The subject is having me no interested in it&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm the one who didn't pay attention to the subject&lt;br /&gt;4. Or maybe i'm just being the 'quick to judge things' girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okaaaaaaaay i must admit it that the reason number 4 is the one that i think is the most suitted answer for now. My bad. Even though i KNEW that it'll be better as the time goes by, most of the '1st time' time, i still act like this. I really want to fix it honestly. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i got these 6 class in 5 days over the week! gaaah it's just, we used to have just 5 class in 3 days on the 1st term before. (and again i'm comparing it again).&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this 2nd term will be, and i believe it will, become the better term for us. Please pray for us, will you, friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i'm preparing for my 1st own project. exciting exciting exciting :) !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-4763715707331201429?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/4763715707331201429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=4763715707331201429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4763715707331201429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4763715707331201429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/04/again-new-beginning-why-it-always-be.html' title='Again; a new beginning (Why does it always be so hard?)'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-4568547162005864518</id><published>2010-04-11T21:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T06:09:54.250+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st time'/><title type='text'>move on</title><content type='html'>Officially changed this blog address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://spellbackwardARTIC.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;spellbackwardARTIC.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cheers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-4568547162005864518?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/4568547162005864518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=4568547162005864518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4568547162005864518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4568547162005864518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/04/move-on.html' title='move on'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-5135057429243004657</id><published>2010-04-08T10:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:55:45.824+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st time'/><title type='text'>What i did last weekend</title><content type='html'>So.....i told you that i'm going to do 1 of my holiday plans on the previous post. Here now i tell you what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S71C9dgfzPI/AAAAAAAAAVk/HiRvXY39TEM/s1600-h/langit+edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S71C9dgfzPI/AAAAAAAAAVk/HiRvXY39TEM/s400/langit+edit.jpg" height="266" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S71CzUn0hxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/mLnqbwkrjtg/s1600-h/edit1mk+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S71CzUn0hxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/mLnqbwkrjtg/s400/edit1mk+copy.jpg" height="266" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess, i've been loving photography since..when is it? Junior high school?&lt;br /&gt;Back then i was so madly wanted to have my own camera eventhough it was just a camera pocket and begged my parets to buy me one. Gratefully now, my parents bought one of those kind of DSLR canon camera. They bought it not just from me, but also for their work (okay i know it's kind of sad) but anyway at the end of the day, it's me (and my family) who's the one who mostly use it. Ever since i saw one great photo taken by someone out there, i feel like there is something that i must to do in order to be able to shot like them. I want to shoot something that tells a story, that can make the viewer not only see it as a good photo, but also as a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is the connection with my holiday plan is that my parents told me to join this kind of photography course which i think a big opportunities for me to improve my shot. So once i googled 'kursus fotografi', there is the link in &lt;a href="http://fotografi.net/"&gt;fotografer.net&lt;/a&gt; that show me &lt;a href="http://kursus.mk-photography.biz/basic/weekend/index.html"&gt;this course&lt;/a&gt;.(You can click it to know more about the course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of 2 full day course; 1st day on theory, and the 2nd day to practice. And yes it's obviously on Kota Tua where we practice the theory. There is so much fun i got there. I got new friends, and the most important is i got to learned new things about the photography itself. Anyway for you who curious about my 'still-on-learn-proccess' photos more, you can visit my deviantart &lt;a href="http://citrahmatika.deviantart.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i'm thinking to change this blog address to the new one, but i'm still stuck to the old one. See the word 'artic' (showing my name if you spell backward it) on the photos above? i thought it'll be cool to named it as the address. Kind of hard, though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-5135057429243004657?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5135057429243004657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=5135057429243004657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5135057429243004657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5135057429243004657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-i-did-last-weekend.html' title='What i did last weekend'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S71C9dgfzPI/AAAAAAAAAVk/HiRvXY39TEM/s72-c/langit+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-7495432722825474405</id><published>2010-04-03T21:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:54:12.785+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>He's listening to you</title><content type='html'>Accidentally found these pictures while i wandering around my old experiment photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S7dTrwYU9dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/N2i-CCtfADg/s1600-h/SDC12785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S7dTrwYU9dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/N2i-CCtfADg/s400/SDC12785.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S7dUQRES8SI/AAAAAAAAAUI/BxGRGTZH5aw/s1600-h/need+a+time+machine.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S7dUQRES8SI/AAAAAAAAAUI/BxGRGTZH5aw/s400/need+a+time+machine.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S7dUpIxS53I/AAAAAAAAAUM/i_SWTtzZNYg/s1600-h/SDC13558+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S7dUpIxS53I/AAAAAAAAAUM/i_SWTtzZNYg/s400/SDC13558+2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my photos i took on my little comfy bedroom in my grandma's house in Bandung. i used to turn off the lights and just turn on my desk lamp. I like what it makes me feel, i feel thoughtful. And see my desk with the white lamp one? If you can see all those handwriting, there are my dreams (to be accepted in UI) that i wrote down right before i started to make an effort on it. I once heard 9 matahari writer talkshow in my school, she's told us that if we have some dreams, just write it down, and u'll see what's going to be happen. Found out i made it, even though i'm not living the dream now. but anyway it's not just about the write-your-dreams if you want to make it real right? it's all about our effort, and off course, your prays. believe me, He'll always listen to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-7495432722825474405?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/7495432722825474405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=7495432722825474405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7495432722825474405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7495432722825474405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/04/hes-listening-to-you.html' title='He&apos;s listening to you'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S7dTrwYU9dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/N2i-CCtfADg/s72-c/SDC12785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-112076093415691532</id><published>2010-04-02T19:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:55:09.061+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><title type='text'>I hope it won't be a zzzzz holiday</title><content type='html'>I'm already in holiday for 1 week. Meaning there's still 1 week to me for being a lazy-idleness-have nothing to do-girl. It's not that bad actually, this past 1 week i've been...hmm..i've been..sleeping much and internet-ing much. I even starting to hate facebook since it has no interesting thing anymore for me. You know, like when the hundred times i hit the 'refresh' botton in my home page just to know what's been updated with people in it. Darn this is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes, i succesfully finished my 1st term on my college phase. At first i feel like i didn't want to move on because i, or maybe we (as the high school alumni) used to have those each subject for the rest of our time in high school. But now i have to face that 1 subject is taken just for 1 term, which is also made me had to face the different lecturer as well. I don't know, it's just, i already gotten used by them, the lecturers. And it's kind of frighten me to face the new one. But then again, like i said exactly on my first time gotten there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is always a 1st time for everything :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the holiday reality, i actually have this holiday well-planned before it got started. I listed what i want to do. (I used to do this when so many things piled up in my head). And so far, from 9 things i wanted to do, i've been done...just 1 of them.&amp;nbsp; -_-&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that my holiday is totally ruin by now, at least i'm going to do 1 more of them tomorrow. What is it, am going to tell you on next post. hehe so keep reading, fellas! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-112076093415691532?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/112076093415691532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=112076093415691532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/112076093415691532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/112076093415691532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hope-it-wont-be-zzzzz-holiday.html' title='I hope it won&apos;t be a zzzzz holiday'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-4998578418991984906</id><published>2010-03-08T20:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:34:06.843+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>Things just happen to be so fast</title><content type='html'>Like &lt;a href="http://www.sowhatsayyou.tumblr.com/"&gt;my Tumblr's&lt;/a&gt; tagline, it is exactly what i often felt now and then. I mostly feel it when something is started to show its end, or someone is apparently has to go from your life.&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's like yesterday when i just came to my college and had a regestration for my study there. So you see, it's been almost 4 months and now i'm facing these 4 final project that has to be done before the end of this March. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just one of many things that made my life is quite rough now. I suddenly often lose my patient and easily get angry with everything around me. That's the hardest part for me. It's just so sad when you realized that you're heading to the worse track, not onto the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, there are also sooo many things that can readily make things easier to me. Gratefully i enjoying the subjects that i study this term, not like what i feel when i have to face all those physic formula or question in high school. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, God never failed for &lt;a href="http://quran.ismailfahmi.org/search.php?lang=indonesian&amp;amp;perpage=10&amp;amp;gif=1&amp;amp;l=indonesian&amp;amp;l=english&amp;amp;surah=94"&gt;what He promised&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-4998578418991984906?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/4998578418991984906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=4998578418991984906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4998578418991984906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4998578418991984906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-just-happen-to-be-so-fast.html' title='Things just happen to be so fast'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-5280292831432376345</id><published>2010-02-09T20:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T06:01:23.523+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>What it's called, again?</title><content type='html'>So this is what happened in life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all probably know now that i just so much love pie. The last time i posted about that 'thing', it was when &lt;b&gt;i saved &lt;/b&gt;3 fruit pies and some other cakes in my refrigerator &lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;so i can eat them the day after i wrote that post&lt;/span&gt;. So i opened up that refrigerator on the morning, i took the box of those 'thing' and i saw &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; but a green sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is called life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this afternoon i texted my mother to buy me some more of those 'thing' and she literally bought me 2 fruit pies (and some other cakes for the rest of my family). my father asked me if he can eat one. i totally gave him out. but i even tell them that, &lt;i&gt;'please, that cake with fruit thingy on the upperside is mine. please'&lt;/i&gt;. Then after mama, uda, ka nana done with the other cakes on the box, i closed it, i put it on the refrigerator, &lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;so i can eat it tonight&lt;/span&gt;. AND just by now i opened the refrigerator and saw no box. i asked mom where was it.&lt;br /&gt;mom said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"loh, kan udah mama kasih ke embak semuanya, mama kira ita udah makan tadi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is called &lt;b&gt;LIFE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-5280292831432376345?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5280292831432376345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=5280292831432376345' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5280292831432376345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5280292831432376345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/02/tell-me-im-cliche-but-it-is-life.html' title='What it&apos;s called, again?'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-1208822112389403799</id><published>2010-02-05T20:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:54:05.250+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>i want this, this, this, and this.</title><content type='html'>i'm now wandering around &lt;a href="http://flickr.com"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; staring at these crazyness, instead of practicing my answers for tomorrow's jobtask interview midterm. great job dudeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S2weEET8uVI/AAAAAAAAARg/BULNAp4MKU4/s1600-h/3619559163_5682eda4b1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S2weEET8uVI/AAAAAAAAARg/BULNAp4MKU4/s320/3619559163_5682eda4b1.jpg" border="0" height="242" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S2weEvGdIfI/AAAAAAAAARs/WS_eBHj0Mpc/s1600-h/3250805945_3a826923b1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S2weEvGdIfI/AAAAAAAAARs/WS_eBHj0Mpc/s320/3250805945_3a826923b1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S2weEnv0R7I/AAAAAAAAARo/eC6Ng_wTG9E/s1600-h/3988403642_eb6d543f89.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S2weEnv0R7I/AAAAAAAAARo/eC6Ng_wTG9E/s320/3988403642_eb6d543f89.jpg" border="0" height="208" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S2weEaLqhvI/AAAAAAAAARk/9sTUS1CksRk/s1600-h/3542897710_eb4eec1c1d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S2weEaLqhvI/AAAAAAAAARk/9sTUS1CksRk/s320/3542897710_eb4eec1c1d.jpg" border="0" height="320" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh how i love pie&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway thanks God for creating this artpiece. x))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-1208822112389403799?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/1208822112389403799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=1208822112389403799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1208822112389403799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1208822112389403799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-this-this-this-and-this.html' title='i want this, this, this, and this.'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/S2weEET8uVI/AAAAAAAAARg/BULNAp4MKU4/s72-c/3619559163_5682eda4b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-8608712816018676712</id><published>2010-01-27T21:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:03:26.538+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>Yea i know it's already almost in the end of the january 2010 and i haven't update this blog till now i typing these words heheh. There has been stuffs in college, home, and all. My hand got full with those assignment that comes like a rain fall at one time, and yes, there is UMAR! (i haven't got any chance to upload the photo to my laptop, but i'll let you see him soon) Yayy, new comer at home, my nephew! Hmm i feel like im not ready yet to be that old as he will call me with 'aunt' hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about those college assignment, this is what i currently busy on;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fashionalteration.blogspot.com/"&gt;HTTP://WWW.FASHIONALTERATION.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be verily glad if you can visit it or even leave one or two comments there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site is belong to project assignment for one of the subject that i took on this term. The thing is, i kind of lost for how this blog can be found in google when you googling it. I once read on a book that saying i have to submit the url to here, and i did it. But there has not been any sign that it will be appear soon. Well i think im just going to wait. (ill be glad too if you can tell me how)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-8608712816018676712?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/8608712816018676712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=8608712816018676712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/8608712816018676712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/8608712816018676712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2010/01/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-6525152833954215172</id><published>2009-12-21T14:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:55:54.333+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>honestly,</title><content type='html'>i should've not expecting the world to fed my minds up with all its fake things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="verse_5826_language_6_content"&gt;"So  where  are  you  going?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quran.com/81/26-29"&gt;(at-takwir 81:26)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-6525152833954215172?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/6525152833954215172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=6525152833954215172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/6525152833954215172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/6525152833954215172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/12/honestly.html' title='honestly,'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-2387025373862380099</id><published>2009-12-08T20:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:47:42.250+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st time'/><title type='text'>this past 5 days</title><content type='html'>okay i know it's sound so silly, but humm..i found my first driving license. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually it is my father who, on last friday, called me and said he found it on his bag. really, i don't even remember when i put it there or maybe when i asked him to keep it. but no problems, at least i have the moral behind it hoho :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other update is, tante mery is now having her baby at home! yes, RUMI, he is. so cute, and so long (52cm) yah i know both of his parent is tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand yesssss, i've started my &lt;a href="http://www.lasallecollege.ac.id/en/programs/fashion-business-diploma.aspx"&gt;coleeeeeggeee!&lt;/a&gt; yoouuuhuuu :)&lt;br /&gt;it was on yesterday when i started it. 2 subject on monday, 1 on wed-thu-fri, and off for the rest heeheeyy and at least i don't have to learn physic or chemical (not counting math because there is accounting subj) anymore hahah maaf ya bu'de, pa asmir.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-2387025373862380099?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/2387025373862380099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=2387025373862380099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2387025373862380099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2387025373862380099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-last-5-days.html' title='this past 5 days'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-7474859997828803343</id><published>2009-12-01T06:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:09:09.677+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>it's lost</title><content type='html'>this one is the proof that im just a human with so many lack, as i tell u now that i am the forgetful one, to be exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story short, last saturday i went to watch newmoon with deri and april (as usual) at setiabudi plaza, april and i are the first to arrived, then deri came. she asked me why i didn't bring a car there, since i have my license to drive so we didn't have to take the busway again (as always), while her hands is busy looking for my wallet and find my license (and started to laugh at the photo :D). well there it goes. it's like a fallen durian punch my head when deri realized and asked me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHERE IN THE WORLD IS MY DRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VING LICENSE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it needs like, 5 seconds, to fully get the question and to realized and to answer 'where it is?'&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered that one time i picked it out from my wallet and placed it on my other bags (and not in my wallet, since i left it home). so i told deri that, while my mind still searching for the exactly place i put it on. Because to be honest, if yes i put it there, then it'll be lost like my eyeglass that also lost at that time, at that place :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i got home, i directly got my 'other bags' on hand and find the driving license in it. But God has the other plan, and as for me, im sure it is the better plan. it's nothing in it. well at first im kind of dissapointed, but then i realized it. so the next thing i do is text uni and asked her whether she could find it in bandung, but turns out it's not in bandung either.  i have search it in my house too, but there is nowhere i can find it till now. the only way i can drive again is, to go to &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=id&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=daan+mogot&amp;amp;sll=-6.160353,106.770802&amp;amp;sspn=0.021334,0.087891&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;radius=3.02&amp;amp;rq=1&amp;amp;ev=zi&amp;amp;hq=daan+mogot&amp;amp;hnear=&amp;amp;ll=-6.158134,106.769857&amp;amp;spn=0.021334,0.087891&amp;amp;z=14"&gt;daan mogot&lt;/a&gt; (again), since it is the only place for me to get the new license. so yes, i went there again today, which the place is so much farrr from my home (Bambu Apus).&lt;br /&gt;and as many people say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'no pain, no gain'&lt;/span&gt;, i, my self have been through many not-so-fun things to get the new license. But God makes this time easier for me. i don't know if it's has a connection with my niat to not use the jasa of the 'calo' again, but it is easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for you, these are the step;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. go to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'loket cek kesehatan'&lt;/span&gt; near the canteen, (go straight from the gate, u'll find it on the left side)&lt;br /&gt;2. then, go to the main building, and have urself to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRI bank&lt;/span&gt; to get the formulir slip (u've to pay 60.000 idr here)&lt;br /&gt;3. go to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'loket formulir'&lt;/span&gt; (behind the BRI bank)&lt;br /&gt;4. go to the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loket asuransi'&lt;/span&gt; to get the slip for the assurance card (pay 30.000 idr)&lt;br /&gt;5. go to the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'arsip loket'&lt;/span&gt; on the 2nd floor (where they gonna find ur license's file). then fill the formulir that they gonna&lt;br /&gt;give u&lt;br /&gt;6. go to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;locket number 18&lt;/span&gt;, and give the formulir. take the slip they're gonna give u&lt;br /&gt;7. go to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;locket number 30&lt;/span&gt;, and wait until your name called by them. (pay 5000idr for? ...)&lt;br /&gt;8. VOILA! now u have ur new license again!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SxRd-Nh6LeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Fr8aaJJhnak/s1600/_MG_9053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SxRd-Nh6LeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Fr8aaJJhnak/s320/_MG_9053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410052375743966690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't forget to bring the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 photocopied of ur KTP&lt;/span&gt; and the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'surat laporan kehilangan' &lt;/span&gt;that u can asked on police office near to ur house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the main thing that i can learn from it, that, from now on, i'll try to write all down what every important things i do in everyday. and one more thing; please, please keep tight ur license on ur very save place. i believe u know what it's like to lost something important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: newmoon is great, but i think twilight is still the best. there are some part that makes me think 'okay, this is ugly'&lt;br /&gt;and also for the ending,.. well u better see it urself. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-7474859997828803343?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/7474859997828803343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=7474859997828803343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7474859997828803343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7474859997828803343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-lost.html' title='it&apos;s lost'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SxRd-Nh6LeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Fr8aaJJhnak/s72-c/_MG_9053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-470423948496215491</id><published>2009-11-18T21:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:09:56.022+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>CC's time</title><content type='html'>To be frank, i honestly kind of lazy to write again, and it's spend almost half hour to just write this one sentence since i open this page. But i think this one has to be written.&lt;br /&gt;So the thing is....&lt;br /&gt;i just so grateful of God because he letting me having this very tremendous fun class in EF....&lt;br /&gt;heaven yes, it is just in EF but IT IS FUN. gee, 18 years i have lived this world, then now i just meet my 'the one' english course. haha now i think i overrated it... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i want to join this class because my study in college next december is using english as their primary language, so it makes me have no choice but to study english again. but i kept thinking, why not try conversation club (CC) program? all this time i just learn the grammar, the structure, and so on. but it's still doesn't make me speak english fluently. so then i choosed that program to learn. although it spend 1 month for me to wait until they have all the 7 students to join in, but now i think it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;then on October 28th, there i am, starting the class. and i tell you, i have this great feeling since the first time i joined them. the teacher is a native speaker, so it really is motivated us, the students, to always improve our skill to speak english. Ed, his name is. he is came from england. and he is kind of remembering me of jamie oliver, the 'naked chef' from there also, moreover, he also like to cook. haha. i have 5 friends, 4 of them is already working, and one of them is still in senior high school. they are really niceeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i like the most is, the condition of the class that is so fun, relax, and cheerfull. i even didn't nervous at the first time i get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is exactly what also happened tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Ed has been sick since last monday (which made us didn't have to come there)until today, so tonight there is Josie who covering Ed to teach us. at first i kind of disappointed, but then it's turn out that it will be the best night of my english class until now.. hahaha...tonight's topic is about music. at first we talked about the genre, but then we just sang a lot..haha it's just fun..and a lot of laugh! I think Josie is a little bit more relax than Ed, but not mention that Ed is a bad teacher, but this girl is just so friendly, relax, and lovely! huuaa i love her!&lt;br /&gt;one plus thing that i learn from there is, British people just hate it when their language is become same-compared with american language. and their sport too. and their music too. haha i remembered when i told Ed that i think that their rugby is just harder to play than american football, then Ed is like, 'yeah! i like you' what the??? haha i think what he is try to say is, 'yeah! i definitely agree with you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the point is, i am just so grateful. Just go to EF if you want to learn english! hahah..&lt;br /&gt;me off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-470423948496215491?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/470423948496215491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=470423948496215491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/470423948496215491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/470423948496215491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/11/ccs-time.html' title='CC&apos;s time'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-7993129825686723340</id><published>2009-11-05T05:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T05:37:53.315+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>aaaaaaaaaa for aaaaaga and aaaaagya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SvIAm-RHejI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GrLfv-V8jrI/s1600-h/m_IMG_7623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SvIAm-RHejI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GrLfv-V8jrI/s320/m_IMG_7623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400379572720466482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SvIAmrgzASI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8zGjZVXc31o/s1600-h/m_IMG_7673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SvIAmrgzASI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8zGjZVXc31o/s320/m_IMG_7673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400379567685959970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SvIAmfTT8kI/AAAAAAAAAMI/trEs4AgQVj4/s1600-h/m_IMG_7538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SvIAmfTT8kI/AAAAAAAAAMI/trEs4AgQVj4/s320/m_IMG_7538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400379564408173122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SvIAmO8en3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/UcGhuYcDXGQ/s1600-h/m_IMG_7447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SvIAmO8en3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/UcGhuYcDXGQ/s320/m_IMG_7447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400379560017436530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SvIAl93G-2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/lBAM3XAOkIs/s1600-h/m_IMG_7542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SvIAl93G-2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/lBAM3XAOkIs/s320/m_IMG_7542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400379555431512930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missing you so dear babies...come here soon please please please!&lt;br /&gt;bring your ibu and bapak also! (hehe kebalik yah sepertinya) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-7993129825686723340?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/7993129825686723340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=7993129825686723340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7993129825686723340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7993129825686723340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/11/aaaaaaaaaa-for-aaaaaga-and-aaaaagya.html' title='aaaaaaaaaa for aaaaaga and aaaaagya'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SvIAm-RHejI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GrLfv-V8jrI/s72-c/m_IMG_7623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-1127229115083703214</id><published>2009-10-05T20:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:13:31.193+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitty conversation'/><title type='text'>another replied-post from Him</title><content type='html'>yesterday was raining,&lt;br /&gt;so tonight stars is shining :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SsoKLKsVx9I/AAAAAAAAALw/Fiwz13qDtx0/s1600-h/IMG_2116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SsoKLKsVx9I/AAAAAAAAALw/Fiwz13qDtx0/s320/IMG_2116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389131091067389906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God must be so great to have planned all of these, right?&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt;, indeed, He is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;related post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://citramauceritra.blogspot.com/2008/11/tonight.html"&gt;-tonight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://citramauceritra.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-lesson.html"&gt;-today's lesson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-1127229115083703214?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/1127229115083703214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=1127229115083703214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1127229115083703214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1127229115083703214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-replied-post-from-him.html' title='another replied-post from Him'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SsoKLKsVx9I/AAAAAAAAALw/Fiwz13qDtx0/s72-c/IMG_2116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-7813096193609009905</id><published>2009-10-05T08:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:16:19.494+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitty conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>An evening with Mr.'Rain'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SsiCb-T_jqI/AAAAAAAAALY/KApjRb5g5OE/s1600-h/Picture+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SsiCb-T_jqI/AAAAAAAAALY/KApjRb5g5OE/s320/Picture+204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388700371243732642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your heart beating so fast,&lt;br /&gt;When your fingers suddenly get numb&lt;br /&gt;And one thing that exists is, tears&lt;br /&gt;that u can’t prevent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they called it? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jealousy..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..God, give me the strength &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-7813096193609009905?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/7813096193609009905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=7813096193609009905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7813096193609009905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7813096193609009905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/10/evening-with-rain.html' title='An evening with Mr.&apos;Rain&apos;'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SsiCb-T_jqI/AAAAAAAAALY/KApjRb5g5OE/s72-c/Picture+204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-2062743889777681614</id><published>2009-10-03T22:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:16:25.661+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><title type='text'>STUCK</title><content type='html'>i wanted sooooooooo badly to write again.&lt;br /&gt;but it's just stuck. there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh by the way i'm 18th now hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-2062743889777681614?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/2062743889777681614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=2062743889777681614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2062743889777681614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2062743889777681614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/10/stuck.html' title='STUCK'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-7861527716475986276</id><published>2009-09-09T16:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:27:14.345+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Dear Mom and Dad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Happy 25th wedding anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SqdzCZNpO8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/D2DLnM3jPSw/s1600-h/mA,pA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SqdzCZNpO8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/D2DLnM3jPSw/s320/mA,pA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379394764882394050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Segala puji hanya untuk-Mu Ya Allah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb: ga ada hubungannya sih, tp hari ini tepat tanggal 09-09-'09. hehehe. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-7861527716475986276?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/7861527716475986276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=7861527716475986276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7861527716475986276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7861527716475986276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-mom-and-dad.html' title='Dear Mom and Dad..'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SqdzCZNpO8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/D2DLnM3jPSw/s72-c/mA,pA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-5240995507489767038</id><published>2009-09-04T22:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:46:48.729+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adore it'/><title type='text'>Bandung  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SqOEzvFbpoI/AAAAAAAAALA/KBY5SqfJn-4/s1600-h/SDC13310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SqOEzvFbpoI/AAAAAAAAALA/KBY5SqfJn-4/s320/SDC13310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378288404357949058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandung will always be a warm place for me.&lt;br /&gt;A friendly city to lived,&lt;br /&gt;and a nice thing to remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini ke Bandung lagi, Alhamdulillah. Semoga aja nantinya rutinitas pas kuliah ga menghambat gue untuk pergi ke Bandung setiap minggu nya. Dan hal pertama yang gw sadarin sesampenya disini; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gw kangen kota ini&lt;/span&gt;. Well rada sadis sih boleh dibilang, stelah hampir satu bulan tinggal di Jakarta, kok iya sih gw baru kangen sekarang. Gatau deh knp baru sadar skg, yang jelas gw baru sadar aja kalo Bandung ga akan pernah sama buat Jakarta. Ada sesuatu yang ga bisa gw temuin di Jakarta yang ada di Bandung.&lt;br /&gt;And it's called a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;warmth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan orang-orangnya yang bner2 friendly dan ramah, trus angkutannya yang ga seganas di Jakarta, apalagi udaranya yang sepoi sepoi bikin ngantuk ;p. Apalagi kalo nginget nginget memori SMA haha udah deh pasti senyum senyum ga jelas gitu kikikiks&lt;br /&gt;dan hyaah..rasanya susah banget buat nge-ekspresiin how Bandung have witched me for all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i knew Bandung will always be the one in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;indeed it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Related Post&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://citramauceritra.blogspot.com/2008/07/jakarta-vs-bandung.html"&gt;Jakarta vs Bandung&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-&lt;a href="http://citramauceritra.blogspot.com/2007/07/gw-bandung-deh-pa.html"&gt; gw..bandung deh.. =p&lt;/a&gt;&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/5865490380454231637-5240995507489767038?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5240995507489767038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=5240995507489767038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5240995507489767038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5240995507489767038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/09/bandung.html' title='Bandung  :)'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SqOEzvFbpoI/AAAAAAAAALA/KBY5SqfJn-4/s72-c/SDC13310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-5560554447822405690</id><published>2009-08-21T20:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:09:17.344+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><title type='text'>Living the not-so-strange phase of my life</title><content type='html'>i hope it's not gonna lasting for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama papa pergi umroh kemarin (and i'm sooooo envy of it), uni udah balik ke bandung dan bakal kuliah lagi senin depan, and as a routine, da jiko kerja setiap hari. so it's just me and ka hana who stay here in home,at jakarta. sama si mbak sih kalo mereka ga lagi ke pasar or pergi.&lt;br /&gt;gw harap suasana kyk gini ga bakal bertahan lama. it's just so pathetic for me. gw berasa ngejalanin hari hari gw SMP dulu lagi. Tapi bedanya dulu gw ada kerjaan, which is made the day not so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is, i'm having my period oh God.&lt;br /&gt;bukannya menyesali atau gimana, cuma...BESOK PUASA! and i really really want it to feel the first day of Ramadhan. Pengen taraweh hari pertama, pengen ngerasain haus lapernya hari pertama, pengen bangun dan sahur nya hari pertama !!! emm sabaaaarrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway happy Ramadhan everyone, me hoping this time we all are gonna be a better and better people for each other, and of course for God. amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-5560554447822405690?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5560554447822405690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=5560554447822405690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5560554447822405690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5560554447822405690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/08/living-not-so-strange-phase-of-my-life.html' title='Living the not-so-strange phase of my life'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-3082631263635657414</id><published>2009-08-05T08:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:26:35.769+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>Universitas Indonesia,</title><content type='html'>goodnight, goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to leave it behind. Bukan masalah gimana gw masih ternganga-nganga kalo ternyata AKHIRNYA gw lulus juga  (stelah 2 ujian sebelumnya gagal), bukan masalah salah ambil jurusan (kayak kt orang orang yang bilang gw asal2an ngambil perpus UI), bukan juga masalah dibuang sayang dan fikiran2 ttg bgmn gw melaluinya dgn susah payah, dan sekarang gw tinggal. it's just not that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuma, akhirnya gw stuju dengan tawaran nyokap buat skolah desain. ato lebih tepatnya lagi, ambil bisnis fashion di sekolah desain. ga tanggung tanggung deh, tancep laSalle jkt, cit!&lt;br /&gt;dan yang ada di fikiran gw sekarang cuma, 'gw bisa ga yah?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bisa ngadepin sgala tugasnya yang bisa dipastikan mematikan&lt;br /&gt;bisa ngadepin materinya yang full english&lt;br /&gt;bisa ngadepin jadwal belajar nya yang morning to noon, 3-5 absent;you failed,&lt;br /&gt;dan yang penting,&lt;br /&gt;bisa ngadepin lingkungannya yang 'wah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..harus yakin harus yakin. harus yakin kalo Tuhan pasti bakal trus dan selalu jadi yang Mahamendengar, Mahapenolong, Mahapengasih, penyayang.&lt;br /&gt;Amin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-3082631263635657414?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/3082631263635657414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=3082631263635657414' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3082631263635657414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3082631263635657414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/08/universitas-indonesia.html' title='Universitas Indonesia,'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-8959534867451718066</id><published>2009-06-20T06:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:01:08.551+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>hidup itu 'UJIAN' cit, bukan UAN</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, gw lulus UN.&lt;br /&gt;Masih terharu, ternyata gw kuat juga toh ngelewatin hari pengumuman itu. Gimana enggak, rasanya 1 bulan lebih penantian pengumuman itu, hari-hari gw bnr2 dipenuh-sesaki oleh 2 keyakinan yang kerjaannya dateng pergi dateng pergi trus; 1 keyakinan kalo Tuhan ga mungkin menakdirkan hal buruk kepada hamba-Nya,kalo Dia itu Mahapenyayang, Mahaadil, Mahasegalanya lah. Dan 1 keyakinan lagi kalo ternyata gw masih blm yakin sama keyakinan nomor 1 itu yang dampaknya jelas terlihat kyk orang baru nembak gebetannya. Cemaz gelisah khawatir. (ampun,Tuhan..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw sadar kok, knp gw bisa kyk gitu mungkin krn di awali oleh persentasi keyakinan lulus gw setelah selesai melalui 5 hari UN itu. Bayangin, pas hari nya matematika dan fisika, putaran pertama pengerjaan soal gw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuma bisa 20 dari 40 soal.&lt;/span&gt; Which means, kalo 20 soal itu bener semua, gw Cuma dapet nile 5,0. Dan itu juga blm ditambah dengan soal-soal yang berkemungkinan dikerjakan dengan kurang ketelitian. Padahal jelas-jelas batas nilai kelulusan minimal itu 4,0 dlm maksimal 2 pelajaran. Apalagi gw ga punya bantuan ‘tambahan’ itu. Tapi ternyata ini yang bikin gw lebih yakin lagi kalo Tuhan ga mungkin ingkar janji atas &lt;a href="http://quran.kawanda.net/ayat.php?surat=31&amp;amp;ayat=22"&gt;perkataan nya di Al-quran itu (luqmaan;22).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa-masa penantian pengumuman juga ga kalah menegangkan. Gatau kenapa, rasanya adaaa aja kejadian ato hal yang menunjukkan ciri-ciri kalo Tuhan lagi ngasih clue ke gw kalo kata ‘TIDAK LULUS’  itu sangat-sangat mungkin hadir di kertas pengumuman kelulusan gw. Gw ga bisa ngapa2in, yang ada gw Cuma bisa menguatkan hati gw dgn kata2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘ga lulus UN, bukan berarti gw masuk neraka’, ‘ga lulus UN, bukan berarti gw ga lulus ujian Tuhan.’&lt;/span&gt; Padahal dari sbelum pelaksanaan UN, gw udah brusaha ngeyakinin diri, bilang kalo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‘hidup itu ‘UJIAN’ cit, bukan UAN’&lt;/span&gt;. Tp emang dasar gw nya aja kali yah yg blm haqqul yakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Alhamdulillah skg gw udah ngelewatin masa2 itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact is the war’s still goes on. Perjuangan blum berenti. Masih ada pengumuman UMB dan ujian SNMPTN menanti. Bismillah, ayo cit kamu bisaaa! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-8959534867451718066?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/8959534867451718066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=8959534867451718066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/8959534867451718066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/8959534867451718066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/06/hidup-itu-ujian-cit-bukan-uan.html' title='hidup itu &apos;UJIAN&apos; cit, bukan UAN'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-6785298949394235359</id><published>2009-05-14T22:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:38:34.453+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitty conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>unrealized</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/Sgtu2qsKJmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eg7f9dOoZok/s1600-h/Bt+crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/Sgtu2qsKJmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eg7f9dOoZok/s400/Bt+crew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335480069001979490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was taken 3 years ago at year book's photo session. this is our team of year book's crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i often wonder;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if the time has gone so fast passing me by, why am i still here hoping &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; to tell me the truth?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-6785298949394235359?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/6785298949394235359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=6785298949394235359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/6785298949394235359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/6785298949394235359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/05/unrealized.html' title='unrealized'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/Sgtu2qsKJmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eg7f9dOoZok/s72-c/Bt+crew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-3340786176659558732</id><published>2009-05-14T13:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:40:12.438+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitty conversation'/><title type='text'>ishould'veknownit</title><content type='html'>The phone is ringing so I jumped out from my bed and running down the stair to take the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I ran. And that slightly sight came to my mind. &lt;br /&gt;The brain cells unexpectedly found out the images so fast where it took the same place for me to remember those memoirs.&lt;br /&gt;i admit it, you know that.&lt;br /&gt;You have made my night amazingly crowded by million of dreams about us.&lt;br /&gt;Well I admit it, &lt;em&gt;you knew that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-3340786176659558732?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/3340786176659558732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=3340786176659558732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3340786176659558732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3340786176659558732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/05/ishouldveknownit.html' title='ishould&apos;veknownit'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-2233312187341297660</id><published>2009-05-13T09:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:46:43.503+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><title type='text'>Idle me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA ngepost lagi juga akhirnya..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, the things are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First thing first,Postingan ini adalah postingan ke-100 gw! *plok plok plok*..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and what's the matter is udah beberapa kali mau ngepost, secara banyak banget kejadian dan perasaan yang rasanya pengen gw share disini. tapi &lt;strong&gt;SAYANGNYA&lt;/strong&gt;, gw udah males duluan karna ga tau kenapa tiba2 blog gw ini kadang suka tiba2 ga bisa kebuka gitu. (pernah ngalamin ga?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ditambah dengan masalah MASA DEPAN(read: kuliah) gw yang belum jelas gini. PTS sih udah dpt satu (unisba), tapi ya itu, siapa sih yang ga mau masuk PTN? so yaa gw ngejar PTN juga, dan ga nanggung-nanggung , rasanya gw termasuk yang nekat karna berangan-angan supaya bisa lulus UMB atau SNMPTN dengan pilihan universitas nomor 1 &lt;em&gt;(is it?)&lt;/em&gt; di Indonesia itu. bisa nebak lah. UI. hehe yaudahlah ya sekarang mah gw tinggal berusaha dan berdoa aja kaaan kaan kaann?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tapi yaa begitulah anak muda, kalo udah dikasih libur dan internet unlimited gratis, tebak apa yang dilakuin? Belajar? way from that! jelas gw jadi males belajar lah. apalagi di jakarta gini.(haha alesan ga berharga banget). yaudah deh, yang ada 4 hari dijakarta, skedjul belajar buat UMB dan SNMPTN gw bisalah diitung pake 1 tangan HAHAHAHa. &lt;em&gt;so sorry~&lt;/em&gt;.. (dengan nada lagu nya feist)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;different topic. so i just found out and watched this trailer from youtube. i really have to wacth this movie! especially there is zoey who is really cute to be seen. release on july '09.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&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/5865490380454231637-2233312187341297660?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/2233312187341297660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=2233312187341297660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2233312187341297660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2233312187341297660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/05/idle-me.html' title='Idle me'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-1740603126275446497</id><published>2009-03-01T18:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:45:28.621+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>baru 'ngeh' kalo...</title><content type='html'>1.    Kalo ‘tidak egois’ dalam bahasa inggris itu jadi selfless. Bukan selfishless. Hihi norak lu cit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Kalo ‘jeng kelin’ itu ga mirip banget kok sama ‘miss swan’ yang diputer di amerika sana (&lt;a href="http://miund.com/mumbles2/?p=654"&gt;liat disini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    Kalo ternyata kita bisa loh denger lagu lewat headset yang ditaro di dalam mulut maupun hidung ! serius! (invented by: alfath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    Kalo anggota TNI dan PNS ga boleh ikut pemilu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    Kalo ternyata biaya penyelenggaran pemilu 1 provinsi aja bisa nyampe 800.000.000.000! (biar gampang bacanya, 0 diatas itu jumlahnya ada 9 yang artinya bisa dibaca juga dengan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;800 milyar&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    Kalo formulir UI yang online itu tdk mencantum kan kotak jumlah dana yang mau disumbangkan oleh peserta. Waah kereeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    Kalo lagu damned woman-the sigit, r u gonna be my girl-jet, dan should I stay or should I go-the clash memiliki tipe penyanyian yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.    Kalo seorang mahasiswa/I kedokteran dan seorang doktor ga boleh pake jins. Pas kuliah dan prakteknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.    Kalo ..lupa lagi. kebanyakan sih. heheeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-1740603126275446497?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/1740603126275446497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=1740603126275446497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1740603126275446497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1740603126275446497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/03/baru-ngeh-kalo.html' title='baru &apos;ngeh&apos; kalo...'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-7792738786186841055</id><published>2009-02-23T19:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:57:00.485+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>Day of Zico and Hana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Exhausted.terharu.lega.bahagiaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahh Alhamdulillah sekaliiii nikahannya uda dan ka nana kemarin lancar. Khususnya buat resepsi &lt;em&gt;‘sederhana’&lt;/em&gt;(menurut si mama,walaupun kenyataannya mungkin agak keluar dari kata sederhana sih) yang diadain di rumah! Iya di rumah palm kartika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305986373651420738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SaKmfpiOVkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nGh3joQN54M/s320/DSC_1030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305983978847023490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SaKkUQMXMYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8PUwvkotawo/s320/DSC_1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yaa kebayang aja rumah gw yang tadinya kosong banget Cuma diisi mama-papa-mba amnah-mba tonah, dan pas resepsi kawinan kemarin BENER2 entirely &lt;strong&gt;FULL&lt;/strong&gt;!! Gosh,really It is crowded.and hot! Hahaaa ternyata 2 AC gede sewaan yang biasa buat di nikahan2 itu ga membantu juga ujung2nya. Dan iya lah crowded. Si mama ngundangnya si 350, eh kursi yang disediain Cuma 200. Udah gitu &lt;strong&gt;pak wiranto&lt;/strong&gt; (tetangga) pake tiba2 ngagetin dateng segala pula! Haha kebayang deh gimana yang banyak nya orang2 pengen salaman dan foto bareng dia. Yaa bisi ntr beneran jadi presiden gitu kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305986377974832626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SaKmf5pAXfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gMLSUbLFJA8/s320/DSC_1333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu yang paling bikin seneng dari acara kyk gini tuh yaitu ngumpul2 bareng sodara lagi!. Aaah rasanya senang sekali deh bisa ngumpul2 bareng sodara yang udah lama banget ga ketemu, sepupu2 yang udah nikah tapi blm ktemu lagi, tante2 yang dulunya pas (pernah) muda mainannya sama kita2 (baca; anak muda), dan mreka2 yang lainnya yang sangking lama nya ga ketemu bisa diprediksikan pas ketemu lagi, ekspresi muka langsung mengkerut dan otak langsung bekerja dengan cepat mengingat-ingat kembali siapa dia.hihihihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305987083872807666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SaKnI_UMqvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZzEcrQpsgjU/s320/n1555702688_1403226_4690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tebak coba apa yang bakal dilakuin para ibu-ibu kalo sanak saudara mereka sudah berkumpul di pesta2 seperti ini?Betul sekali. Mencari dan saling menjodohkan cucu/keponakan/anak-anaknya. Hahaahaa haduuh jadi inget si datuk ngenalin bang yopi yang dikabarkan memang sedang mencari jodoh kepada babeh nya ka hana yang notabene memang mempunya anak tidak sedikit itu (baca: &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; orang anak!) tepat di acara akad nikah nya si uda. Dan ga usah jauh2 lah, orang gw aja ditawarin cowo sama tante2 gw itu.haaaaaaaaaaaa pertanyaannya knp gw? Knp ga kakak gw aja dulu? Jawabannya krn katanya gw yang pantes nikah duluan. Si uni mah belajar aja dulu ceunah..hihihii geli gw . okelah gw dulu sempet pernah bilang kalo cita2 gw mah mau jadi ibu rumah tangga aja..nikah abis SMA juga hayuu..tapi ..emm…masa secepet itu sih?sungguh tidak terbayangkan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305987077941551042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SaKnIpOE38I/AAAAAAAAAIU/12uUzf_Ppow/s320/DSC_0885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; keluarga ka hana dan keluarga gw (merger)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overall, satu yang ga berenti di ucapin kali ini. Alhamdulillah. Hfff…lagi2 rasanya ayat2 dari surat ar-rahman itu begitu menyindir gw yang terlalu jarang bersyukur ini. Buat semua yang baca postingan ini, doain kakak gw dan kakak baru gw itu yaa supaya menjadi keluarga yang sakinah mawardah warahmah. Amiiinnn. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305990089956198082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SaKp392VBsI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Y1-v61vNOqQ/s320/DSC_0955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305990092580809906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SaKp4HoFbLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2hoRYjwdVmo/s320/DSC_0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305990090820633330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SaKp4BEbQvI/AAAAAAAAAI0/M7ONium-O04/s320/DSC_1508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-7792738786186841055?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/7792738786186841055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=7792738786186841055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7792738786186841055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7792738786186841055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-of-zico-and-hana.html' title='Day of Zico and Hana'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SaKmfpiOVkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nGh3joQN54M/s72-c/DSC_1030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-6674749332481560606</id><published>2009-01-23T21:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:12:56.989+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>Nadira Agya Rahim Firdaus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Welcome home, dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305992703957772018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SaKsQHw3pvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/V1eIehiswYc/s320/n566849401_2169091_272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Nadira agya rahim firdaus)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi sekarang aga udah punya ade baru deh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305993935337061586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SaKtXzAkfNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lDUKjh91AZI/s320/DSC01756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(aga)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305994677672714178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SaKuDAbLn8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/vfaWsfrQUko/s320/n699613509_1394274_1116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;wishing both of you will be a kind-hearted person..&lt;/em&gt;amin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-6674749332481560606?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/6674749332481560606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=6674749332481560606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/6674749332481560606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/6674749332481560606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/01/nadira-agya-rahim-firdaus.html' title='Nadira Agya Rahim Firdaus'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SaKsQHw3pvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/V1eIehiswYc/s72-c/n566849401_2169091_272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-571456741746336961</id><published>2009-01-13T20:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:30:20.671+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>Belajar lebih baik (2)</title><content type='html'>Waktu kecil sampe sekarang, gw sering &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘berkomunikasi’&lt;/span&gt; sama Tuhan. Kadang, gw malah suka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘nantang’&lt;/span&gt; Dia. (Astagfirullah). Dulu pernah, suatu hari gw lagi jalan pulang dari warung deket rumah nenek gw. Tiba2 hujan turun rintik2. Lupa gimana ceritanya, ujug2 waktu itu gw mulai ‘berkomunikasi’ lagi sama Dia. Gw bilang gini ke Dia ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“hemm…asikk hujan..yah..tapi kok Cuma rintik2 sih?mau nya yang gede dong, Tuhan..” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau ga apa yang terjadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUJANNYA TIBA2 DERES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tapi emang Dia darisananya emang udah paling sayang, paling bageur, paling tau lah intinya mah, dan mungkin Dia ga pengen gw sakit gitu (haha narsis), jadi aja hujan deres nya ga lama. Cuma semenit gitu lah kira2 hihihihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kejadian kyk gitu ternyata ga berenti sampe disitu aja. gw bener2-BENER2-BENER-BENER bersyukur untuk hal yang satu ini. Sampe sekarang dia masih sering nunjukkin ke gw kalo Dia bener2 ngedenger gw, (lo bisa baca&lt;a href="http://citramauceritra.blogspot.com/2007/11/dia-denger-gw.html"&gt; disini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://citramauceritra.blogspot.com/2007/11/dia-denger-gw.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;juga). Dia tau setiap apa yang gw harepin, gw minta. dan satu hal lagi yang gw tambah yakin hari ini. Dia ga mungkin ga ngabulin apa yang hambanya minta ke Dia, kalo itu (apa yang diminta sama hambaNya itu) emang merupakan hal yang terbaik untuk si Hamba nya itu kedepannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hari yang lalu gw masih ga karuan khawatir nya pas sadar kalo gw akan menghadapi semester terakhir yang pasti bakal melelahkan ini. Gw bilang ke diri gw sendiri. I REALLY DO NEED AN INSPIRATION,GOD.  walaupun sebenernya rasanya sih gw udah tau apa yang harus gw lakuin, tapi gw Cuma ngerasa gw butuh inspirasi dari &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;seseorang&lt;/span&gt;, gw butuh motivasi, dukungan, ato apalah itu yang bisa bikin gw semangat lagi. Dan hari ini nyatanya Dia langsung nunjukkin orang itu. Tau ga siapa ternyata orang itu? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GURU BARU BAHASA INDONESIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gw yang baru mulai ngajar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hari ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Ga nyangka.merinding gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat itu dia lagi memperkenalkan dirinya, menjelaskan sudut pandang nya dalam cara belajar. (gw ga bisa ngejelasin secara detailnya). Dan tiba2 dia mengeluarkan beberapa katanya yang sekejap bikin gw berhenti ngedengerin dia dan mencerna baik2 apa yang barusan dia bilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Belajar itu kan hanya salah satu cara &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;menikmati hidup&lt;/span&gt;…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jegler gler gler (suara Guntur dari langit).-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila yah, dari sekian lama nya gw menuntut ilmu, baru hari ini gw (insyaallah) bisa mengubah sudut pandang gw terhadap kata belajar yang definisinya sebelum ini buat gw adalah sangat membosankan, berubah menjadi suatu cara untuk menikmati hidup gw..&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin sekarang gw udah mulai bisa semangat belajar lagi,tapi gw yakin, ujian dari Dia ga bakalan sampe sini aja. gw bener2 berharap cita2 gw di atas bisa terwujud stelah ini…amin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru inget lagi, kayak gini ya rasanya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bahagia&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-571456741746336961?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/571456741746336961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=571456741746336961' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/571456741746336961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/571456741746336961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/01/belajar-lebih-baik-2.html' title='Belajar lebih baik (2)'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-3219408048829760908</id><published>2009-01-04T08:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:16:44.876+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>2009’s wishes list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.    DBAS tetep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.    Lulus UAN, nilai bagus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin amin amin amin amin amin amin amin amin amin amin (ayo semua bilang amin bersama2!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.    Masuk universitas dan jurusan yang tepat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.    Lose weight, add height =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No comment) Harapan dari dulu ini mah hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.    Bahasa inggris lancar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammar-nya, practice-nya, vocab-nya. Semuanya. Amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.    be selfish-less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.    more self-awareness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.    LOMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you know I wanted this thing since..emm ..like a months ago. (you can see at &lt;a href="http://citramauceritra.blogspot.com/2008/01/leningsradskoye-optiko.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;) And as now you can find it wherever you go, I still want this one. I guess I’m just gonna save my money for some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.    Backpackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempet punya rencana pergi ke bali sama april-deri abis UAN ntar. Emm, yang penting pergi deh..kemana kek. Intinya LIBURAN di luar pulau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.    .... (amin)&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/5865490380454231637-3219408048829760908?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/3219408048829760908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=3219408048829760908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3219408048829760908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3219408048829760908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009s-wishes-list.html' title='2009’s wishes list'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-4282047753517203347</id><published>2008-12-23T10:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:05:48.511+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>gw lagi gw lagi yang salah</title><content type='html'>Kata mama : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Ta, jangan bikin orang sakit hati, dong..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As for me it’s said ) : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“No more talking, texting, playing, or u’ll do the same last bad thing”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-4282047753517203347?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/4282047753517203347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=4282047753517203347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4282047753517203347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4282047753517203347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/12/gw-lagi-gw-lagi-yang-salah.html' title='gw lagi gw lagi yang salah'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-8234490775679914302</id><published>2008-12-22T09:53:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:54:35.351+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitty conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>Moans</title><content type='html'>I really often feel like going to do some writing. So I click the Microsoft word icon In my desktop and suddenly the blank white plain paper cover my eyes. It was like booom! What am I gonna type? I don’t even know. I don’t even have the idea. it’s just want to do some writing! I want to. But then again, what am I gonna write? Suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well again. So I moan and moan and moan. Recently my life has been full of my moan. That’s one isn’t good as I start to realize it. Oh boy! I moan about everything. About how the lame brained I got now, about friends, about exams, about love, about fate, about love (wait, did I’ve spell it?well no probs ), and of course, as the conclusion, the LIFE. Why on earth I feel like going to moan about everything I dislike? Why? Why I become more selfish everytime I tried not to. Can’t everyone saw it?&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I = selfish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ooohrite, here I really am agreed with my friend who told me that I’m selfish. At first time I heard it, it’s like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘what? Am i? NO!’&lt;/span&gt; I feel like going to explode that time. I really blame him to said like that.and the worst part is, he said it to the other kids. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;NOT AT MY FACE&lt;/span&gt;. I got every right to hate him that time rite? I kept thinking and thinking, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;‘who is he to said like that about me?God?’ &lt;/span&gt;But what happened THEN was just the tears that came to me again. Yes, because I really CAN’T angry at people. It’s just not easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;And oh, back to about how selfish I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really kept mind it until one night, after I had a quite long conversation with my other friend, and as I’m going to bed that nite, it’s like,&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; CRAP, I AM SELFISH.&lt;/span&gt; I just realized it. I’m the one who want get loved but beside that, have I gave my love to people around me? Emm, wait. Even worse, am I happened to know what love is? See? How extremely wildly selfish I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, when I woke up from the sleep, I felt really terrible. I thought, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;‘should I have to wake up this morning?how about wake up in the next one year?or how about, back to the 5 years old-me when I have every possible time to laugh, to smile, to cry, even to scream?’&lt;/span&gt; but suddenly I feel really guilty of what just I thought. I felt like I just have blame God for giving me this one of many chapter in my life. Whereas, I knew he would never wrong. He’s the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ONE &lt;/span&gt;who’s have every right to gave what chapter he knew what’s good to the human. We are just &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt;, aren’t we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, pray me selfishless, will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-8234490775679914302?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/8234490775679914302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=8234490775679914302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/8234490775679914302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/8234490775679914302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/12/moans.html' title='Moans'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-3065508988405723686</id><published>2008-12-21T09:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:43:08.421+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>at least, i happened to be with you</title><content type='html'>Udah satu semester kita lewatin&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal 2 minggu lagi kita masuk semester 2&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal 4 bulan lagi kita uan&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal 6 bulan lagi kita bareng-bareng&lt;br /&gt;Ga kebayang ngejalanin hari-hari tanpa kalian.&lt;br /&gt;Berjuang mati-matian belajar tanpa banyolan-banyolan kalian&lt;br /&gt;Berusaha nahan mata yang ga berenti2 nutup ditengah2 mata pelajaran fisika tanpa kikikan kalian&lt;br /&gt;Ngabisin waktu Cuma buat duduk-duduk ngobrolin hal konyol dan ga penting yang kalian mulai&lt;br /&gt;Bisa mulai makan siang tanpa kutbah &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;‘sesama muslim harus berbagi’&lt;/span&gt; dan paksaan traktir dari kalian&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba semangat belajar pas ulangan dateng ,tiba-tiba rajin sholat dan doa pas ulum mulai&lt;br /&gt;Pas harus sabar terima tuduhan2, hinaan2, amarah2 kalian dikala keadaan kita sendiri lagi &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;buruk2nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngeganti makian2, emosi2 yang terpendam dengan senyuman dan kata2 &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;‘iya’ &lt;/span&gt;buat kalian&lt;br /&gt;Apalagi harus&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; nahan tangis, bikin senyum palsu&lt;/span&gt; pas kalian mulai ngejauh dan jadi &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;orang lain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga bisa ngajak kalian ngobrol pas sebenernya mau, Cuma gara2 ga mau tambah nyakitin hati kalian&lt;br /&gt;Dan saat senyum lebar gw ga bisa ketahan pas sadar betapa indahnya hidup gw karna kalian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U guys such a perfect gift for me. Couldn’t think to write all of these at the end of those moments. Too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for as if I die tomorrow, at least I happened to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"..And u know, u know I love u so"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-3065508988405723686?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/3065508988405723686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=3065508988405723686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3065508988405723686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3065508988405723686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-least-i-happened-to-be-with-you.html' title='at least, i happened to be with you'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-1159119173373100030</id><published>2008-12-15T00:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:03:55.436+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adore it'/><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>It really was a beautiful Sunday morning so I took a walk with my mom around the neighborhood. We planned to get 8 rounds but it turns out that I get bored so I just got 6 rounds. but somehow suddenly an idea came up in my mind. What about get another round with bicycle? ha-ha, yes, with my sister’s bicycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SURsyEYMz2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/A1auTobpod0/s1600-h/SDC11976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SURsyEYMz2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/A1auTobpod0/s320/SDC11976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279464270609567586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, listening to the Beatles’ and exercising my foot on the bicycle was extremely nice. I was really enjoying the great weather and the music. I even tried pretending to forget about the fu*king schooly things these times. And it worked! (Even though just for a few moment haha). Then I headed to a minimarket near the house to buy a milk that my mom asked me to drink. Yeah, I knew she was just trying to get her daughter a better size of height I guess haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made breakfast myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes! Last night I had been downloaded many many songs at my sister’s pc. I got the kooks’ songs that I’ve been looking for of all this week. Yayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SURtKcCK7aI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MSGHX4dc-VQ/s1600-h/kooks3vrai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SURtKcCK7aI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MSGHX4dc-VQ/s320/kooks3vrai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279464689276480930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I’ve been listening to this band since I found it in one of the oasis’ blog a few months ago. I guess it’s kind of late to me to listen to them just now because their really got a nice song. and a nice voice too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-1159119173373100030?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/1159119173373100030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=1159119173373100030' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1159119173373100030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1159119173373100030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday-morning_13.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SURsyEYMz2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/A1auTobpod0/s72-c/SDC11976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-1741304984028091026</id><published>2008-12-14T19:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:39:44.841+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>dilemma(s)</title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kata nya gw ga boleh gitu.&lt;br /&gt;tapi akhirnya gw malah merasa bersalah.&lt;br /&gt;katanya gw ga boleh bikin orang sakit hati.&lt;br /&gt;tapi ujung2nya gw bikin orang sakit hati juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then how could i through it? how?&lt;br /&gt;even it's so much feel wrong for me.&lt;br /&gt;so much feel bad for all of them. and i do know you do don't know what i'm feel about this.&lt;br /&gt;how hurt it is for me to know that they hurt.&lt;br /&gt;kenapa selalu gini? kenapa ga ada jawabannya?&lt;br /&gt;can i just skip this part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasanya gw masih inget apa yang gw rasain 4 minggu yang lalu sebelum dia dateng.&lt;br /&gt;gw inget banget kok.&lt;br /&gt;trus sekarang semuanya buyar gitu aja.&lt;br /&gt;apa yang mereka sebut dengan sakit hati mungkin ga cukup untuk ngegambarin apa yang gw&lt;br /&gt;rasain sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAKIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasanya untuk yang satu ini, gw ga akan pernah bisa nahan air mata gw. ga pernah gw bayangin&lt;br /&gt;gw bakal ngerasain hal yang sama lagi sekarang dengan perasaan gw beberapa tahun yang lalu&lt;br /&gt;ke dia. ga nyangka juga gw bakal ngulang kata2 itu lagi ke hadapan dia.&lt;br /&gt;where all those laugh gone?&lt;br /&gt;why am i always have to burst into tears when you around me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how could i be so far from You now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the old me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what i'm used to be&lt;/span&gt;. what i'm used to feel.&lt;br /&gt;i beg you, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;mengeluh lagi..mengeluh lagi...&lt;br /&gt;kapan bersyukur nya, cit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bener-bener dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-1741304984028091026?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/1741304984028091026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=1741304984028091026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1741304984028091026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1741304984028091026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/12/dilemmas.html' title='dilemma(s)'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-5892281356562414501</id><published>2008-12-07T20:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:59:03.471+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>Kita sehati ya?hihi</title><content type='html'>Satu hal yang baru gw sadari beberapa hari yang lalu ditengah-tengah pelajaran bahasa inggris hari jumat kemarin. Setelah beberapa kali blogwalking akhir-akhir ini, gw baru sadar. Ada kesamaan yang bener-bener keliatan di postingan-postingan blog anak2 muthahhari angkatan gw. (angk.15). apa coba? Tau gaaa~ ?? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawaban : postingan-postingan terbaru mereka (termasuk gw) , hampir semuanya bertemakan kesedihan.&lt;br /&gt;Yaa, kalo pun ga 100% bertemakan kesedihan, ya berarti bertemakan teman-temannya kesedihan. (baca : kegagalan, kesuraman, dll.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasil survey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog &lt;a href="http://pikirkanmasadepanku.blogspot.com/"&gt;na’&lt;/a&gt; : terakhir kali gw mampir, postingan terbarunya isinya puisi, yang kalo gw simpulkan, tu puisi berunsur (alah racun kimia abiez) kesedihan gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog &lt;a href="http://guitarswithoutstring.blogspot.com"&gt;bela&lt;/a&gt; : 3 posting terbarunya, masih berbau-bau kata-kata curahan hati tersayat dari hati yang paling dalam (anjis gw gelleuh gini haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"masa2 aku membutuhkan saran bkn hny sabar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(beuh bel, yg ini juga gw sering bgt ngerasain..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog &lt;a href="http://sideadong.blogspot.com/"&gt;dea&lt;/a&gt; : yang ini, posting terakhirnya ttg ungkapan penyesalan dia ke bonyok nye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog &lt;a href="http://blacksinner.blogspot.com/"&gt;husen&lt;/a&gt; : lagi patah hati nih? (hihi piss biw!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog &lt;a href="http://fathimahalbatulabidatunillah.wordpress.com/"&gt;abida&lt;/a&gt; : paling beda sendiri . Ga terlalu keliatan tema kesedihannya sih, tapi malah disini yg anehnya. Nulis dgn topic ‘100 ttg abida’, dan dia juga mengakui keanehan2nya. Hihi abida, abida…teman sehatiku .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog &lt;a href="http://citramauceritra.blogspot.com/"&gt;gw&lt;/a&gt; : yaa itu lah, baca aja post2 sebelumnya ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;JADI INTINYA … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita (kita?hehe) semua udah terjangkit penyakit tekanan batin siswasiswi kelas XII SMA. Tekanan pelajaran2 skolah + UAN yang tertulis dipapan kelas kami &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;tinggal 135 hari&lt;/span&gt; lagi ( + paket C yg tinggal 165 hari lagi (naudzubillah)). Ditambah dengan beberapa masalah yg tiba2 dateng ke kita barengan gitu. Yaa..walopun sekali lagi, ga setema banget.&lt;br /&gt;Eh ntar ntar…ato jangan2, gw aja lagi yg ngerasa kayak gini?hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well,everyone knows life isn't life while there's nothing about problems..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-5892281356562414501?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5892281356562414501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=5892281356562414501' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5892281356562414501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5892281356562414501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/12/kita-sehati-yahihi.html' title='Kita sehati ya?hihi'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-4398671844800029960</id><published>2008-11-24T04:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:10:46.336+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>Today's lesson</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;closest&lt;/span&gt; person who's hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;and it really is made my tears fallen faster when it comes to my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-4398671844800029960?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/4398671844800029960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=4398671844800029960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4398671844800029960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4398671844800029960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-lesson.html' title='Today&apos;s lesson'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-27489575279299942</id><published>2008-11-23T01:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:11:24.418+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Tonight, ,  ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...i wonder what other things will i learn tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-27489575279299942?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/27489575279299942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=27489575279299942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/27489575279299942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/27489575279299942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/11/tonight.html' title='Tonight, ,  ,'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-2212411241870300941</id><published>2008-11-15T21:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:54:51.177+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>midlife crisis?</title><content type='html'>Hari ini try out pertama kali semenjak kelas XII ini. Bhs Inggris, Matematika, Biologi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… stengah dari 31 siswa kelas gw udah pada selese ngerjainnya. Tinggal berenam. Gw, abida, angger, gebi, pepi, nanda. Yang 5 selain gw sih udah jelas belum selesenya gara2 masih ngutak-ngatik soalnya. gw? Yang ada malah cengar-cengir liat kanan kiri, bengong, sambil kadang2 ngebetulin letak Headset ipod yang masih bertengger di telinga gw itu. Masih 7 soal mtk + 1 soal biologi lagi yang blum (akhirnya) gw pilih mana dari a, b, c, d, e itu yang kira2 betul (buat di tebak). Tapi rasanya kali ini kok susah banget yah buat nentuinnya. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kacau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gw bego banget sekarang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keluar kelas rasanya udah ga bisa bedain antara nahan ketawa sekaligus nahan nangis. pengen ketawa, kok bisa2nya ya gw rangking 5 pas kelas XI kmaren. Pengen nangis, , … yang ada di otak udah penuh sama kata2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Ya Allah..- Ya Ampun…- Ya Rabbi…-Gusti…”.&lt;/span&gt; Gatau lagi deh abis ini ‘yaa’ apaan lagi. Sampe mikir, apa iya ya gw harus bli suplemen buat otak kali ini. Apa udah separah itu kah otak gw mengalami kemunduran?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhh…ga ngerti juga lah. Yang jelas semenjak kelas XII ini pikiran udah menjalar kemana2. Antara tekanan UAN yang tinggal beberapa bulan lagi, belum lagi masalah hati yang ga selese2 minta diurusin. Kurang mantap apalagi supaya bisa bikin gw ga konsen belajar?. Padahal sih sebenernya udah tau apa yang harus di lakuin dan di hiraukan, dan apa yang lebih baik di tinggalin. Tapi ya itu lagi, rasanya masalah keyakinan lagi yang ujung2nya ngejawab kenapa gw blum bisa ngelawan semua godaan itu. Kalo diitung2 lagi, sebenernya tanda2 gw bakal kayak gini udah muncul di akhir semester kelas XI kemarin. Sekitar 5 bulan yang lalu lah. Tiba2 ngerasa jenuh sama rutinitas sehari-hari. Mulai bertanya-tanya kenapa sih gw harus belajar? kenapa gw harus belajar matematik-fisika-kimia padahal ntarnya juga gw mau ambil jur. Psikologi? Kenapa gw harus bangun pagi2, trus siap2 sekolah, trus sekolah, trus pulang, trus blajar, trus tidur, dan bagian terngenes nya, akhirnya gw harus sadar lagi kalo besok paginya gw harus ngelakuin hal yang sama lagi. Kenapa kok rasanya udah ga ada yang menarik lagi di sekitar gw? Ngerasa semua yang dilakuin udah kayak ga berarti lagi. Rasanya Cuma pengen  menghilang tiba2. Jep. Ilang aja gw nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midlife-crisis? Masa ia sih? Setau gw ini mah buat orang2 yang udah berumur malah. Untungnya sempet ngobrol sama seorang temen yang merasakan hal yang sama, rasanya lega banget punya seseorang yang bisa ngertiin perasaan gw juga. Sepakat sehati pengen ngerasain kehidupan yang baru, di tempat yang baru, sama orang2 yang baru. Oke, ini mah sama aja maksud gw pengen tiba2 ngilang yah hehe. Tapi ya itu. Emang itu yang kita rasain sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wae ah, bingung mikirin trus juga.&lt;br /&gt;ada yang punya saran?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-2212411241870300941?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/2212411241870300941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=2212411241870300941' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2212411241870300941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2212411241870300941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/11/midlife-crisis.html' title='midlife crisis?'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-8236901922747765900</id><published>2008-10-28T18:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:25:09.350+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>(continuing the last post)</title><content type='html'>and even it's just started.&lt;br /&gt;6 months full of study and study and study  and STUDY. Guess i'm just forgot what it's like to be like this. Though the last time i through it, seems like i didn't mind to do it. Dunno what happen this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i woke up this morning, i felt like i have to do something with it. well at least i'm trying to mind my study now. I didn't say that i really don't care about it before. But i do realized that my time has been more wasted in so many unworthy things than to study for the UN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was good enough for the starter. i was really tried to not getting sleepy everytime the "arrgh-this-science-subject-again" started. although at the first time, i thought i can survive if i sit on the front seat, but then i found out it's doesn't really help me at all. haha sleepy still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't have an idea to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-8236901922747765900?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/8236901922747765900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=8236901922747765900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/8236901922747765900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/8236901922747765900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/10/continuing-last-post.html' title='(continuing the last post)'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-7248572627741377485</id><published>2008-10-27T19:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:42:55.194+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>focus !</title><content type='html'>Can't focus these days. didn't know what happened. Seems like the brain didnt't accept all of the school subject. Oh boy,even it always been a sleepy time when the subject (almost) getting started. The weather's not great at all. guess the weather's also not in the mood .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-7248572627741377485?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/7248572627741377485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=7248572627741377485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7248572627741377485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7248572627741377485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/10/focus.html' title='focus !'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-4599222106521833947</id><published>2008-10-27T18:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:06:08.986+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>to the dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;setting place/time : angkot margahayu, around 6PM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagi bengong, tiba2 mobil angkot ini berenti, naikin penumpang. 2 orang. Ibu sama anaknya, cowo, masih kecil gitu, yaa anak tk lah keliatannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak : "mah, ini angkot biru?"&lt;br /&gt;ibu: "iya.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beberapa detik kemudian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak : "mah, ini angkot biru kuning?"&lt;br /&gt;ibu: "iya.."&lt;br /&gt;anak : "knp naik angkot yang ini ma?"&lt;br /&gt;ibu : "soalnya, angkot ini yang lewat rumah.."&lt;br /&gt;anak: "kalo ke cimahi naik yang mana ma?"&lt;br /&gt;ibu: "itu, yang warna ..(lupa gw)"&lt;br /&gt;anak : "kalo ke cicadas naik yang mana ma?"&lt;br /&gt;ibu: "itu, yang arah... (lupa gw)"&lt;br /&gt;anak: "oh.."&lt;br /&gt;gw (dalem hati): beuh, sepertinya ini anak sedang merencanakan pelarian dari rumah hehe&lt;br /&gt;anak : "mah ini teh angkot biru kuning?"&lt;br /&gt;ibu : "iya.."&lt;br /&gt;anak : "mah itu liat angkot biru kuning juga!"&lt;br /&gt;ibu : "iya yah itu.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beberapa detik lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak : "mah, nanti kita belok ya didepan?"&lt;br /&gt;ibu : "iya.."&lt;br /&gt;anak : "mah, knp angkotnya belok?"&lt;br /&gt;ibu : "iya kan mau ke rumah kita"&lt;br /&gt;anak : "mah ini teh angkot warna biru merah?"&lt;br /&gt;ibu : "bukan,.. warna biru ku...? ning."&lt;br /&gt;anak : "mah kita udah nyampe?"&lt;br /&gt;ibu : "blm, itu sebentar lagi"&lt;br /&gt;anak : "bang, opp bang! opp!"&lt;br /&gt;ibu : "blm nak, sebentar lagi.."&lt;br /&gt;anak : "bang, opp bang! opp!"&lt;br /&gt;ibu : "sbentar lagi ya nak.."&lt;br /&gt;anak : "opp bang!"&lt;br /&gt;ibu : "bang, kiri bang!"&lt;br /&gt;(si ibu dan anak turun...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, ga kebayang kalo gw yang jadi itu ibu. mungkin udah gw omelin itu anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;jadi kebayang wajah nyokap gw...dulu gw juga se-jengkelin ini ga ya? nyokap gw sering kesel ga ya sama gw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I was damned of body and soul,I know whose prayers would make me whole,Mother o' mine, O mother o'mine&lt;/em&gt;.~Rudyard Kipling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-4599222106521833947?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/4599222106521833947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=4599222106521833947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4599222106521833947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4599222106521833947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-dearest.html' title='to the dearest'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-6388540042216486225</id><published>2008-10-07T14:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:58:55.447+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>Lupa</title><content type='html'>sempet lupa kalo gw punya sahabat yang bisa bikin ga berenti ketawa seharian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempet lupa kalo gw punya om yang bisa bikin nangis tobat disuatu saat, trus dilain waktu bisa jadi seorang bapak yang konyol banget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempet lupa kalo gw punya kakak yang nyebelin yang bisa bikin naik darah sekejap mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempet lupa (juga) kalo gw punya kakak yang bisa diajak bercanda dan keketawaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempet lupa kalo gw punya tante yang sampe sekarang masih bersikap childish tapi mau bela2in jadi mc jadi2an di acara ultah dadakan 17th gw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempet lupa kalo gw punya sodara2 sepupu yang bisa bikin malem gw ga terlupakan cuma gara2 main kartu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadang kita terlalu terpaku sama hal yang ada di deket kita doang, sampe akhirnya kita ngelupain hal-hal bermakna lainnya di luar sana. tapi semua itu tiba2 keinget lagi di bulan suci ramadhan tahun ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey God! thanks for giving me the greatest gift of the year!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-6388540042216486225?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/6388540042216486225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=6388540042216486225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/6388540042216486225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/6388540042216486225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/10/lupa.html' title='Lupa'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-4370150229440212749</id><published>2008-09-28T12:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:17:21.631+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adore it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>just realized..</title><content type='html'>The Beatles + (s) = The Beatless (tidak tertandingi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehee..keren..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-4370150229440212749?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/4370150229440212749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=4370150229440212749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4370150229440212749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4370150229440212749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-realized.html' title='just realized..'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-3504129062709956779</id><published>2008-09-10T15:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:38:19.778+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adore it'/><title type='text'>OASIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SMeWb6P_4vI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eZjNUSOTbaE/s1600-h/Oasis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SMeWb6P_4vI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eZjNUSOTbaE/s320/Oasis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244325697333224178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awal mula suka sama lagunya pas masih kelas 1, lagunya Don't go away. (haha jadul banget deh) pertama kali denger langsung suka, lagu nya catchy banget, apalagi pas itu tiba2 lagu itu jadi lagu sekelas.&lt;br /&gt;abis itu sih udah jarang denger lagi...&lt;br /&gt;ehh...sekarang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi ceritanya pas 3 hari libur awal ramadhan kemarin pas dijakarta, gw ke glodok nyari dvd. bener2 di luar dugaan, ternyata tempatnya udah kayak mal berisikan dvd-mp3-cd bajakan aja. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;full bajakan !&lt;/span&gt; jah, gw kira kota kembang bandung udah jadi yang paling lengkap haha.&lt;br /&gt;jadilah gw yang awalnya cuma mau beli gilmore girls season 7, jadi terpikat oleh lengkapnya bermacam2 judul film, band, dll. eits ada dvd band, tiba2 keingetan coldplay yang dicari2 tapi blm ketemu juga (ada yg tau dimana dijualnya?). tapi ternyata masih blm beruntung, nihil juga coldplaynya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw yang pas itu bli 10 cd dvd, jadinya dpt bonus 2 cd lagi. trus gw keliling2 aja lagi liat2. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tiba2 ting!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OASIS aja cit!&lt;/span&gt; yaud, gw tanya lah si mbak2 nya . kali ini gw mujur. mereka punya stok nya. setelah menimbang, memikir, dan memperhitungkan, akhirnya gw bli aja dvd berjudul lord don't slow me down berisikan 2 cd tour mereka + 90 menit gig mereka di manchester city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;komen setelah nonton?&lt;br /&gt;anjir!&lt;br /&gt;kenapa baru sekarang gw nonton? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;kenapa baru sekarang gw dengerin lagu2 nya mereka lagi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kenapa gw baru sadar kalo lagu2 mereka bagus2 bgt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KENAPA???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SMeSm-f4mOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3W947CHZwp0/s1600-h/Oasis-LDSMD-Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SMeSm-f4mOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3W947CHZwp0/s320/Oasis-LDSMD-Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244321489405647074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, lucu aja ngeliat keseharian band kyk mereka di belakang panggung. dikit2 yang 'fuck'2an lah, yang ngomong seenak jidatnya lah, pokonya keliatan banget lah yang tampang rock and roll star beneran.&lt;br /&gt;tapi sayangnya, cd ke 2 yang berisikan gig mereka itu ga bisa di play full! ahh shit lah. jdnya cuma bisa ntn 30 menit pertamanya aja deh. rasanya pengen bli yang original nya aja deh. ada ga yah di toko2 kaset?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-3504129062709956779?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/3504129062709956779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=3504129062709956779' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3504129062709956779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3504129062709956779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/09/oasis.html' title='OASIS'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SMeWb6P_4vI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eZjNUSOTbaE/s72-c/Oasis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-4378614948124696259</id><published>2008-09-01T11:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:45:01.627+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan’s first gift.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I’m doing everythin by myself now. Well, not everything I guess. But since my parents were going to Banjarmasin yesterday, so, I’m alone here in my Jakarta’s home. with the servant of course, but not with the other family. Because yes, I’m back to Jakarta in order to be with my family in the first few days of ramadhan. But, I’m not that disappointed. So I did things alone happily now. Pray taraweh, sahur, woke up(this is by the servant), went to supermarket, met my aunt, met the other aunt, met my uncle, met the other uncle,… (Ok, it’s sounds me hyperbole).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! My aunt… !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my first aunt who came first is my father’s last little sister. She came here to picked up the Rendang which my mother cooked and  wanted to gave her. And suddenly, she said something that I never expecting to hear that. She said I look more beautiful! (haa…funny I know). But, you know, I just thinking that it’s just a compliment, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my other father’s little sister came. She came here to picked up the rendang too. (haha it’s sounds that my mother’s rendang is very delicious ) so, I met her. And for once again, she said something that I didn’t expecting to i hear twice in a day. She said I look more beautiful too ! oh well, and this time I knew that this isn’t just compliment, because I knew that this aunt was always gave a truth when she started to complimenting someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, do I look more beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Muahahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then again I think it’s just the compliments. Maybe it’s also because that we’re not meeting each other in ..emm let me see. In a couple months. Oh dear, almost a year! Yes it is. Well, I’m quite miss my big father’s family, though. Everytime we held a reunion which is always in a long holiday, we’re always did something fun. Going someplace out there, helding a barbeque in the house, or just to chit-chat which is really fun. Eumm, I hope this Eid will reunite us again. Oooh Lord I just really really love ramadhan’s month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, happy fasting month yaa! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-4378614948124696259?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/4378614948124696259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=4378614948124696259' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4378614948124696259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4378614948124696259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/08/ramadhans-first-gift.html' title='Ramadhan’s first gift.'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-5735982768943394622</id><published>2008-08-31T09:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:52:20.975+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><title type='text'>guess what?</title><content type='html'>pas sabtunya gw balik lagi ke tuh rs boromeous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAM 13.45,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOKTERNYA UDAH TUTUP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAGI.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell did they think to tell me come at 13.30 - 16.30?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-5735982768943394622?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5735982768943394622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=5735982768943394622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5735982768943394622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5735982768943394622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/08/guess-what.html' title='guess what?'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-3833742893238551354</id><published>2008-08-30T09:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:04:26.015+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>Masih cerita tentang sakit gigi</title><content type='html'>Deal-nya sih harusnya gw check up gigi lagi hari selasa minggu ini,tp akhirnya gw pergi checkup hari jumat juga. Yah, taulah rakyat Indonesia gimana ngaret nya heuheu. Tapi gw punya alesan yang reasonable kok. Jadi, ternyata setelah di cari tau, dokter gigi bagian konservasi dan endodoktrin seperti yang dokter pertama saya anjurkan itu ternyata hanya praktek hari kamis, jumat, dan sabtu. Yaudah, jadi ga mungkin juga gw kesana hari selasanya hehe aneh deh. Tapi ya, ini nih bagian ngaretnya, yang harusnya gw kesana hari kamis atas nama anjuran mama untuk tidak menunda-nunda pekerja, tapi ujung2nya jadinya gw pergi hari jumat juga deh. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pergilah gw hari jumat ke RS. Boromeous. Yang awal rencananya mau pergi bareng litha yang mau periksa mata juga, tapi berujung pergi sendiri gara2 cuaca terlihat mendung dan kasian juga lah si litha harus ujan2an naik motor sama gw pergi ke sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyampe di sana, nengok kiri kanan, eh ada papan petunjuk. ”klinik gigi”- gedung maria. Oke, lets go ke gedung maria. Eh tetaunya gatau itu papan yang eror ato mata gwnya yang picek gara2 ga pake lens. Pas nyampe di gedung maria terlihat bahwa itu sangat seperti gedung rawat inap anak. Jadi gw tanya aja si bapak satpam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”pak pak klinik gigi dimana yah?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”oh itu mbak, di gedung sebelah. Jadi ntar keluar aja, trus masuk gedung yang di sebelah. Ada di lantai dua klinik giginya.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”oh ya ya pak , makasih ya” .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke lets go kita ke gedung sebelah dilantai dua yang ada klinik giginya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyampe di lantai dua, gw langsung ke bagian pendaftaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”emm, mas, saya mau daftar ke dokter endro.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”oh emm, dokter endro nya udah pulang mbak.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”(pucet)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”oooh...udah pulang yah”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit ! (sabar cit sabar, udah dapet pahala kok yang penting heuheu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaudah gw telpon aja tuh si mommy buat ngadu kalo dokternya udah pulang padahal jelas2 baru jam stengah tiga dan menurut konfirmasi mbak ida(sekretaris nyokap) yang nelpon rs-nya, harusnya tuh dokter baru boleh pulang jam 4 ! huuu dokter !! meuni curang ih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..berarti gw harus balik lagi kesana besok lagi deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya gw yang patah hati gara2 tuh dokter, jadi bingung mau ngapain enaknya. Ah, numpang bentar ah duduk2 dulu. Lumayan lah, ngerasain ac gratis hehe. Telpon anak2, bisi dpt inspirasi enaknya ngapain. Udah terlanjut keluar sih, jadi males balik. Umm, sebenernya sih kalo mau gw masih bisa ikut les yang harusnya hari itu gw ikut. Tapi, ah males deh hehe..(hampura yah Gusti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ujungnya gw mutusin buat pergi ke dunkin donuts dkt borma yg daerah antapani. Pas di angkot gw baru sadar kalo uang kecil di dompet tinggal 2rebu (sisanya gede semua hahaha). Jadi akhirnya pas gw turun dari angkot pertama, gw mutusin buat nukerin duit dulu. Umm...let me see.. enaknya nuker dimana ya? Eits..ada tukang majalah, sekalian deh buat bacaan di dunkin. emm..enaknya baca apa yah? Lagi males majalah cewek euy, go girl-gadis-girlfriend? Ah bosen. Ets… pas liat ada rolling stone. Ah lumayan nih, dpt ilmu baru lagi sugan mah. Lagian kyknya ini rr yang gw mau beli pas liat di Koran beberapa minggu yang lalu deh. Mumpung belum pernah beli nih majalah. Jadi lah gw beli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhh taunya……… pas nyampe dunkin, gw baru sadar kalo rs yang gw beli itu bukan rs yang gw maksud. Bukan rs yang seharusnya bercoverkan chris martin dan berisikan behind the scene ‘laskar pelangi’ yang sebnernya udah terbit dari bulan lalu . tapi ini tuh rs yang bercoverkan peterpan,berisikan andy's note,dan merupakan terbitan terbaru bulan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah (shit lagi).kenapa gw bisa lupa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabar cit sabar… inget2, ‘art is allowing my self to make mistake’. Lo ga bakal tau yang mana yang bner ato yang salah sebelum mencoba kan? (tapi jelas masih dibatas2 normal maksud gw juga).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, stelah hampir 2 jam baca tuh majalah + beberapa lembar novel yang gw bawa, gw fikir ga rugi2 banget kok gw beli tuh rs. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-3833742893238551354?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/3833742893238551354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=3833742893238551354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3833742893238551354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3833742893238551354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/08/masih-cerita-tentang-sakit-gigi.html' title='Masih cerita tentang sakit gigi'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-1370840485566224708</id><published>2008-08-29T12:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T07:56:12.732+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>yesterday....</title><content type='html'>Has been like a really tough day for me. Everything just made me exhausted, and feeling pretty sleepy of course. From the morning I woke up, I got that lazy feeling just right that beside me. So, in the next rest of the day I was just feeling sleepy too, most of the time. The physic class, the Olahraga time, the course time, even the English class. Oh damn right I felt sleepy on my very favorite subject on the school! And so in the night that got me really dizzy for the confusing unfinished homework from the last 7 days ‘holiday’.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, thanks to You, God, that this week I don’t have to open those scary haunted science books ! yes dears, it’s been the dirasah week (like a week that completely just counting on the Islam’s things) until this Saturday. And we’ll get our 3 days off for the ramadhan things this year! Ow yes, I’ve been waiting for this moment that I’ll woke up at that really midnight time just to have that ‘moment’. Umm, I don’t sure what to explain this ‘moment’. It’s just the moment that I’ve always waiting for, always feel nice to have, and for sure always be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of midnight, these days I also had that moment of midnight. Which is the moment, when I couldn’t sleep, starting to stare at those dark ceiling in my room, sitting on that cold floor, figure what my life had been going lately, and ending with a tears. Yeah, I’ve been doing it lately. Well, not lately I guess, it’s been so long I can say. But c’est la vie, isn’t it? Life, that always offered you a damn heavy option that push you to choose. Life that always full of God’s gifts. And yes, a life that always there only for once. Can’t repeat it, can’t forward it. And I think it’s fair, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-1370840485566224708?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/1370840485566224708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=1370840485566224708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1370840485566224708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1370840485566224708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesterday.html' title='yesterday....'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-419221626589212083</id><published>2008-08-20T07:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:33:20.406+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><title type='text'>teethaches</title><content type='html'>The thing is, I got my damn toothaches (again). And this time it’s a teetaches, not a toothaches anymore. I’m surely positive to say teetaches, well, because there are 3 over there. And Oh God, believe me, u’d better choose the heartbreak than this one. So, after 2 days awaited for the national holiday (17 Agustus), I went to the doctor yesterday with my mom. Thanks to You, God, I do feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am in Jakarta. My school gave us 7 days holiday because there is a workshop for the teachers in my school. But I think it’s just didn’t proper to say it as a holiday, because my school absolutely gave us the task too!. A bunch of almost twenty papers inclusive each subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I also went to the Cilandak town square, which is a place that i used to go before I move to Bandung. Well, I think it’s a little bit too crowded now. U know, with all the bazaar, the new shop, etc. went there with my parents, had dinner and I bought a book in ak.’sa.ra. I don’t know where the bookstore in Bandung that sells the import one. I think there are some, but maybe I find it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-419221626589212083?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/419221626589212083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=419221626589212083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/419221626589212083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/419221626589212083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/08/teethaches.html' title='teethaches'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-4104829659242058326</id><published>2008-08-04T18:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:47:49.075+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school&apos;s event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>Spiritual Work Camp</title><content type='html'>Here’s come the tales from SWC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Hari di Desa Ci eter, mungkin bagi sebagian besar dari kalian ga berarti apa2. Tapi ga ternyata buat angkatan 15. Yup, banyak banget hal yang terjadi di sana yang bikin mata kita lebih terbuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesuai dengan tujuannya, SWC (Spiritual Work Camp) emang bertujuan supaya murid2 (peserta) nya, bisa berkhidmat sama warga disana. So, jadilah gw, dan partner serumah gw, Yuli, tinggal di salah satu rumah warga sana, Pak Ayi. Anak2 yang lain juga ga beda jauh nasib nya sama kita, Cuma bedanya, mungkin mereka dapet nama ortu yang beda aja, yaa ga mungkin jugalah 57 anak tinggal di rumahnya Pak Ayi ini hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kita emang bener2 berkhidmat disana. Mulai dari nyiapin makan pagi, siang dan malemnya keluarga baru kita, nyuciin piring-baju-dll nya mereka, nyapu halaman, bersiin rumah, sampe ikut turun tangan pas mereka pergi mencari nafkah. Iya, kita ikut mereka kerja. Kebanyakan warga sana bermata pencaharian sebagai pemetik daun teh, Cuma ga jarang juga yang punya ladang sawah, kebun kopi, dll. Kebetulan pas hari H pertama kita kerja itu hari Jumat, jadi kita ga pergi ke kebun teh seperti hari2 biasanya bonyok gw pergi. Ceunah mah gara2 kan harus persiapan buat sholat jumat. Jadi ga bisa lama2 di luar rumah. Ini nih yang bikin kagum. Kita semua juga tau kok, orang2 di kota besar mana sih di Indonesia ini yang mengurangi waktu kerjanya sampai berjam2 Cuma karna harus bersiap2 untuk sholat Jumat? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi akhirnya hari itu gw dan yuli ikut si bonyok ke kebun mereka. Disitu kita ngarit (ato ngoret ato ngaret yah? Hehe lupa). Maksudnya sih ngebersiin kebunnya dari tanaman yang mengganggu. Yaa seperti rumput liar lah gitu. Oia, kita juga sempet metik cabe rawit. Hihi, lucu aja, biasanya mah dapet cabe rawit langsung dari abang gorengan, ini mah kita yang metik sendiri dari pohonnya heehe. Dan ternyata ga kalah seru dari hari pertama, besok nya malah kita ngerasain sendiri jadi para pemetika daun teh yang seperti kita liat2 di iklan2 di tv ato di majalah itu. WOW, rasanya WOW banget lah hahaa gini nih anak kota masuk ke desa (haha kata koran pikiran rakyat banget)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235322114741168450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SKeZubXk6UI/AAAAAAAAACw/RurX2FzIVMc/s320/SDC10591.JPG" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..the 'wow' view....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hal yang gw inget banget juga dari 4 hari SWC itu. Pas sore harinya, kita pergi ke satu2nya SD didaerah sana yang paling dekat dan terjangkau buat ngadain beberapa games yang diikutin sama anak2 daerah sana. ’Bom nuklir’, ’Spiderweb’, etc (ada yg tau?), jadi mainan sore itu. Tapi bukan itu intinya. Sore itu gw sadar satu hal lagi yang ga bisa kita dapet di Kota2 besar sekarang ini. Kesederhanaan.&lt;br /&gt;Kebayang banget kan, rasanya susah banget di Kota besar kayak, umm let me say Jakarta ato Bandung, buat ngerasain kebahagiaan dengan kesederhanaan. Tapi mereka bisa kok. Anak2 kecil itu Cuma butuh rasa kebersamaan yang tinggi aja, mereka udah bisa senyum lebar dan seketika ngelupain beban mereka sehari2 yang harus mereka tanggung. Ga kayak kita sekarang. ’Duit banyak-kendaraan-pakaian teruptodate’ udah jadi makanan pokok supaya bisa mencari kesenangan. Hmmm (lagi)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235324119271826770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SKebjG07ZVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KU4quagM0K4/s320/SDC10643.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..abis main foto2 dong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas hari terakhir sebelum kita balik ke Bandung, diadain acara sharing antara guru dan peserta acara ini. Well, sebagian yang udah tau duluan isi acara ini pasti bakal nyiapin tisu di kantong mereka. Gimana enggak, emang isi sharing kita ini bikin tersentuh banget. Sebagian besar nyeritain perasaan bahagia yang mereka dapetin dari ’Ortu’ mereka disana yang kadang ga mereka dapetin di Ortu asli mereka, sebagian lagi ngingetin kita gimana besarnya perjuangan warga sini buat ngedapetin uang hasil kerja bulanan mereka yang sebenernya kalo di bandingin uang jajan kita skg dalam seminggu itu ga jauh beda, dan hal lainnya yang ga bisa dipungkiri bikin hampir 99% peserta SWC sore itu berlinangan air mata...Hmmm (lagi)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eniweyy.... semuanya hal ini Cuma nyisain satu kata kok. PELAJARAN. Yess, kita ga mungkin bisa lebih baik kan kalo ga ngambil pelajaran dari semua ini? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-4104829659242058326?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/4104829659242058326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=4104829659242058326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4104829659242058326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4104829659242058326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/08/spiritual-work-camp.html' title='Spiritual Work Camp'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SKeZubXk6UI/AAAAAAAAACw/RurX2FzIVMc/s72-c/SDC10591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-7506665319077588745</id><published>2008-07-23T14:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T14:36:53.371+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>Well, it's seems like everything around me is getting rougher and rougher. The school stuff, the drama's life, the people, even the weather. It's just like i'm dying to survive with its deadly cold which is surely made me freaked out! Yea, i think i'm just gonna be a tougher one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.b : We're going to ci eter villages tomorrow for 4 days. More details after it's done. Wish we luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-7506665319077588745?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/7506665319077588745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=7506665319077588745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7506665319077588745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7506665319077588745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/07/tt.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-7500432394288126124</id><published>2008-07-10T09:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:28:03.600+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Jakarta vs Bandung</title><content type='html'>Choose one :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jakarta or Bandung?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I’m absolutely positive to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua-duanya punya sejarah, punya kelebihan-kekurangan masing2, punya hal yang selalu bisa dirinduin, dan lain-lainya lah.. gw jelas bingung lah kalo ditanya hal yang satu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw lahir di jakarta. Besar disini juga, emm let me see...kurang lebih 9 thn gw tinggal di Jkt. Ga bisa gw pungkirin, jakarta selalu punya kejutannya bwt gw. Gw selalu ngerasa excited banget setiap kali mau balik ke Jkt. Gw selalu punya hal yang gw nanti2in di Jkt ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo diliat dari segi ’kota’nya, jelas Jakarta jauh lebih metropolitan dari Bandung. Remajanya juga lebih ABG (read: gaul)banget. Rasanya, kemana pun gw pergi, especially to the mall, gw selalu ngeliat sekelompok anak masa kini yang berpakain branded, menggenggam handphone seri terkini, nongkrong di coffee cafe paling terkenal saat ini, dan bla bla blah...&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal di Jakarta juga bisa bikin ngos2an setengah mati. Bukan karna gw lari2an or selalu dikejar anjing disini, tapi ngos2an gara2 semuanya serba mahal disini. Gw selalu gedek aja setiap kali pergi ke suatu tempat, dan harus menggunakan jasa jalan bebas hambatan ato jalan tol-lah bahasa nge-trendnya, dan akhirnya harus melongo ngeliat tarif tol sekarang yang bujukbuneng mahalnya. Jah, amit2 deh, mahal banget gitu loh. Gw bisa beli nasi padang sebungkus gede di bandung.(ups hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandung lain lagi ceritanya..&lt;br /&gt;Oke lah gw baru tinggal di bandung ga lebih dari 2thn-an. Tapi selama 9 thn gw tinggal di Jkt, ga jarang gw main ke Bandung. Dalam sebulan, gw bisa ke Bandung sebanyak 2-3 kali. Gara2nya sih nenek datuk gw yang tinggal disana, sodara juga banyak banget di situ.&lt;br /&gt;2thn di Bandung, gw udah bisa sahabatan banget sama lingkungannya. Hawanya yang sejuk, bikin gw nyaman jalan kaki even in the middle of hotdays. Walaupun sekarang di beberapa tempat emang udah tercemar sama bau sampah yang menggunung itu.&lt;br /&gt;Luasnya yang ga begitu gede kalo dibandingin sama Jkarta, bisa bikin keuntungan tersendiri. Gw jadi ga perlu repot2 kalo mau pergi kemana2. angkot, becak, ato jalan kaki sekalipun, hajar bleh aja lah kalo emang mau jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Bandung emang lebih punya ’sesuatu’ yang bisa bikin betah tinggal disitu. Tapi mau gimana pun juga, Jakarta tetep lebih lama jadi tempat gw bersejarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi , cit... Jakarta atau Bandung?&lt;br /&gt;Umm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-7500432394288126124?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/7500432394288126124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=7500432394288126124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7500432394288126124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7500432394288126124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/07/jakarta-vs-bandung.html' title='Jakarta vs Bandung'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-2144702950552074630</id><published>2008-07-08T12:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:30:16.455+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><title type='text'>Odonkor nikah !! ups..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Males.&lt;br /&gt;Satu alesan yang sangat konkrit mengapa saya sudah lama tidak meng-update blog ini. Well, kalo di liat dari peristiwa sehari-hari, ga sedikit juga yang sebenernya pasti masuk a-list buat diposting. Tapi yaa itu tadi. Gw nya ga mood, dan malas menyerang tangan ini seketika ketika membuka laptop untuk dihidupkan. Ditambah lagi kemampuan internet di rumah saya ini yang bisa dibilang sangat tidak mendukung untuk ber-internet ria lama2. ya lengkaplah sudah alasan gw untuk tidak mengupdate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sepertinya gw udah kelewatan kali ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si odonkor nikah kemaren! Ups, maksud gw,om deni. Yup, om saya satu itu yang AKHIRNYA-NIKAH-JUGA, akhirnya nikah juga. Maklumlah, kan dia yang slama ini paling ditunggu2 hari pernikahannya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti yang telah direncanakan dari jauh hari, pernikahan bakal dilaksanain di kampung asal si cewe (auntie mery), di pulau bangka. And it’s enough to tell us that we’re going to get there hohohoho! Orraiit..seenggaknya liburan kali ini bakal jelas tujuannya. Ga seperti yang sebelum2nya hehe. Long story short, we went there on 4th July ’08. mereka nikahnya tanggal 6-7-8.(yaa maksa dikit lah maksudnya tahun ‘08 gityu). Haha, it’s just feel weird to see them wore a couple shirt wrote “I love my queen / I love my king” on the second wed’s day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal kedua yang ditunggu2 selain pernikahan, ya jelas main ke pantainya itu. Pulau Bangka emang terkenal sama indah pantainya. Dan akhirnya lagi, setelah keberangkatan yang selalu ditunda-tunda karena keluarga gw memang ga ada yang jelas, akhirnya kita berangkat juga ke pantai parai pada hari sabtu siang. Meleset beberapa jam setelah sebelumnya direncanakan pergi pada sabtu pagi. And here we come, beach! First impression; waw! Waw, yang dpt diartikan, “akhirnya nyampe juga”, “wah indah banget”, “asik, ayoo kita maennn!!”.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SHQ8naKN26I/AAAAAAAAACg/OljGC83H1l8/s1600-h/SDC10156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220864515763985314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="183" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SHQ8naKN26I/AAAAAAAAACg/OljGC83H1l8/s320/SDC10156.JPG" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tapi sayang seribu sayang, ternyata kita main disana juga ga bisa lama2. rencana awal yang bilangnya mau main parasailing-lah, diving-snorkeling-lah, bananaboat-an-lah, hancur seketika saat komando untuk pulang datang dari kepala suku, yang tidak lain adalah nenek kita tercinta. Yasuudah, akhirnya gw cuma bisa membawa sedikit oleh2 eksperimen dan perasaan mupeng ngeliat sodara2 kecil gw, dan si uda-om ade yang seenggaknya bisa main air dengan berenang di kolam berenang deket pantainya. Huhhhh..nasip emang kadang ga menguntungkan jadi cewek…&lt;br /&gt;But, overall, untungnya ada kartu uno yang menyelamatkan kegembiraan liburan kali ini. Gw bersama om tante kakak sodara pun akhirnya lebih banyak menghabiskan waktu di hotel sambil main kartu ini, ya kalo ga ujung2nya juga tidur...hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sekarang akhirnya gw pun terdampar di rumah ini. Ga jelas mau ngapain, ga punya rencana yang bakal di lakuin. Sampe2 tadi pagi gw bereksperimen dengan kemampuan memasak gw. Wah ada tepung nih di lemari. Masaak ah...&lt;br /&gt;gw campurin aja tepung, tepung maizena, telur, mentega, gula jadi satu...teringat martabak yang saya beli di bangka, kepikiran juga pengen ikut2an nyobain bikin itu. Tapi sepertinya bakat gw ini memang harus banyak di asah lagi. Alhasil yang jadi malah mirip pancake gagal. Supaya keliatan enakan dikit, gw tambahin aja keju-susu kental-gula di atasnya. Yah, not bad juga lah overall.... =)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220866134261805698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SHQ-FniKsoI/AAAAAAAAACo/kWC_VpV2WJQ/s320/SDC10340.JPG" width="309" border="0" /&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/5865490380454231637-2144702950552074630?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/2144702950552074630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=2144702950552074630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2144702950552074630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2144702950552074630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/07/odonkor-nikah-ups.html' title='Odonkor nikah !! ups..'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SHQ8naKN26I/AAAAAAAAACg/OljGC83H1l8/s72-c/SDC10156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-5366949475354344483</id><published>2008-06-19T10:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:38:11.806+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='count down for the better me'/><title type='text'>school things today</title><content type='html'>Akhir-akhir ini gw ngerasa ada yang beda sama suasana sekolah. Lebih spesifik lagi, sama suasana bareng anak-anak.(baca:angkatan 15). Kapan mulainya juga gw ga yakin2 banget..tapi yang jelas, sekarang rasanya gw lebih comfort jalan sendiri. (baca:ngucilin diri sendirian). Jadi lebih banyak ngelamun disekolah, lebih sering wasting time di perpus, lebih banyak diem pas lagi ngumpul,atopun malah lebih banyak ngumpul sama orang2 yang tadinya ga begitu gw kenal. Oke, sounds weird things, I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;Gw rasa obrolan gw sama mereka udah lebih banyak ga nyambungnya dari pada nyambungnya. Dan gatau knp, rasanya ada sebagian dari mereka yang udah terasa berubah sikapnya. Bukan apa2, gw juga bukan siapa2 mereka, tapi gw Cuma gamau mereka berubah ke arah yang salah. Umm, tapi sepertinya gw ga bisa Cuma nge-judge mereka doang. Sepertinya gw sendiri malah yang harus di judge duluan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan the worst partnya, sekarang gw Cuma bisa ngerasa kalo kegiatan berangkat sekolah gw itu Cuma sebagai kewajiban absent-belajar-nyelesein tugas doang. Udah ga kayak dulu lagi, ke sekolah dengan maksud plus. Buat having fun sama anak2, buat spend a lot time di sekolah bareng mereka, buat (hanya) mandangin gedung sekolah berlama-lama di halaman sekolah. Tapi sekarang? ada perasaan pengen cepet2 balik ke kostan dan mengunci diri di kamar sendiri trus do things sendiri pula. Ahhh gw tau ini ga bakalan bener juga kalo lama2 diterusin. But, sometimes I just feel better to do things  w/ myownself than have to be around w/them who I don’t feel comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo diliat2 lagi, mungkin gw nya juga yang udah berubah cara fikirnya. Trus pas gw berada di sekeliling mereka yang berbeda sudut pandangnya, gw mungkin lebih milih ngindar daripada harus tetep deket sama mereka, tapi jadi mikir yang ga bner.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo bokap ato nyokap tau, mungkin mereka bakal nganggep gw chicken banget. sama seperti yang mereka bilang sebelumnya, kalo masalah lebih baik dihadepin, bukan dihindarin. Yaah, walopun gw lebih sering ngejawab dengan “tapi kan ma,pa, dari pada ita ketularan buruknya/ ita malah gagal ngadepinnya, lebih baik ita ngindar”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ampun, rasanya gw jauh banget ya dari kata “bener” T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-5366949475354344483?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5366949475354344483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=5366949475354344483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5366949475354344483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5366949475354344483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/06/school-things-today.html' title='school things today'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-2394863152909721729</id><published>2008-06-01T17:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T17:17:30.834+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>COKLAT !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Miracle was happened today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah ga nyangka banget lah pokoknya mah ya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gini..gini…&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya minggu pagi ini gw, nyokap, bokap, sama si uni mau jalan…so gw siap2 mandi dong..dengan ringannya gw ambil baju di kmr si uni. Baju coklat, clana coklat.&lt;br /&gt;Udah aja..gw mandi….&lt;br /&gt;Pas selese mandi, gw liat nyokap lagi ganti baju. Trus dia nanya ke gw. &lt;em&gt;“ta, bajunya transparan ga yah ini?” “iya sih ma, sedikit.”&lt;/em&gt; Gw liat baju nya warna &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;coklat&lt;/span&gt;..udah aja…&lt;br /&gt;Trus gw balik ke kamar si uni, ngeliat si odonkor (om deni) yang lagi pacaran di telfon, sama si uni yang lagi ngambil baju buat pergi. Pas gw liat pilihannya, gw bilang, “un, ini mah ga cocok atuh. Masa celananya warna ini (abu2)”. Si uni diem..ets bentar…fyi, baju yang dia ambil juga warna &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;coklat&lt;/span&gt;…masih tenang…tenang..udah aja yah..&lt;br /&gt;Pas gw liat bokap ke kamar mau ganti baju, gw udah mikir duluan, “beuh jangan2 si bokap juga pake baju warna &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;coklat&lt;/span&gt; lagi…” EHHH taunya bener! Si bokap pake baju warna &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;coklat&lt;/span&gt; juga! Yah walopun celananya juga ga cocok sama kayak si uni.&lt;br /&gt;Semua siap pergi, beberapa saat sebelum naik mobil, si uni baru sadar. “ihh…semuanya pake baju warna &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;coklat&lt;/span&gt;..kompak yah….hehe . eh ta, coba tanya uda jiko, sapa tau dia pake baju &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;coklat&lt;/span&gt; juga.” Gw Cuma jawab dengan nyengir2 aja…tapi gw fikir, knp ga di coba aja. Yaudah aja gw sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“udaa..hari ini lagi pake baju warna apa?hehe”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;Dijawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coklat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Knp?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beberapa detik pas gw baca tuh sms gw masih blm sadar. Sampe akhirnya gw sadar juga. Langsung aja gw umumin ke yang lainnya di dlm mobil. “Mah, pah, un…kalian harus tau ini. DA JIKO JUGA PAKE BAJU WARNA &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;COKLAT&lt;/span&gt;!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;Yg lain langsung riweuh denger kabar ini. Ya jelas riweuh lah. Orang da jiko nya aja tinggal di Malaysia. Gimana kita ga kaget….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw bales sms si uda.&lt;br /&gt;“OH MY GOD…Parah..padahal tdnya ita Cuma bcanda.pcaya ato ga, kita ber4 disini lagi samaan pake baju warna &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;coklat&lt;/span&gt; jg..pdhal ga janjian!Subhanallah…&lt;br /&gt;Slm dari semuanya. Kata papa:smoga sukses disana..oke”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa…what a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;Emm..pas kayak gini aja, kerasa banget sayang nya Tuhan ke gw..padahal kalo sadar, mau itu kejadian yang menurut kita bagus yang dikasih dari Dia, atopun kejadian yang kita namakan sebagai musibah yang dtg dari Dia…semuanya kan sama aja. Itu smua bisa jadi bukti rasa sayang nya Dia ke kita…&lt;br /&gt;Hhaaaaaaahhh…dosa gw banyak banget deh rasanya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-2394863152909721729?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/2394863152909721729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=2394863152909721729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2394863152909721729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2394863152909721729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/06/coklat.html' title='COKLAT !'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-2970129409557990818</id><published>2008-05-25T15:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:57:45.837+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Belajar lebih baik</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dari dulu sampe sekarang, gw pengeeen banget bisa selalu ngertiin semua orang yang ada di sekitar gw. Tapi ternyata, emang ga segampang itu buat ngelakuin itu semua. Ada aja hal yang menghambat di tengah2 jalan itu. Tapi seenggaknya sampe sekarang gw masih belajar dan tetep berusaha, gw selalu yakin aja kalo setiap orang itu beda2, dan mereka punya keyakinan dan persepsi mereka sendiri-sendiri. Jadi ga aneh kalo kadang gw suka jengkel juga knp orang bisa kayak gitu lah, bisa kayak gini lah. Apapun lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir2 ini yang gw lagi pelajarin dari orang2 disekitar gw, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ternyata bikin orang seneng itu ga gampang yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bener kata om dedi mizwar di iklan peringatan kebangkitan nasional Indonesianya, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ Bangkit itu susah. Susah melihat orang tidak senang.”&lt;/em&gt; (kalo ga salah kyk gini lah kurang lebih). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iya, yang terjadi disekeliling kita emang kyk gitu sih kenyataannya, rasanya susaaaaah banget yah ngeliat orang seneng sedikit tuh. Susaaah banget nolongin orang padahal kita yang diminta tolong ga akan kerepotan banget.&lt;strong&gt; Rasanya susaaaah banget maafin kesalahan orang yang padahal mungkin dengan maafnya itu aja udah bikin orang itu hidup tenang lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tapi kenapa yah rasanya susah banget kayak gitu?&lt;br /&gt;Gw mah ga akan munafik juga. Kadang gw juga ngerasain hal kyk di atas itu. Tapi thx God, sekarang gw udah mulai terbiasa, setiap kali gw ngerasa susah ngeliat orang seneng/ ngebantu org, gw langsung bilang sama diri gw sendiri. &lt;em&gt;“ yaelah cit, emang sekali-sekali bikin orang seneng apa salahnya sih? Susah banget..”&lt;/em&gt; hehehe.(hope I’ll be better and better then, amin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eh tapi ntar dulu!&lt;/span&gt; Gw jadi inget ceramah pengajian ahad nya Ust. Jalal tadi pagi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“jika suatu saat seorang mukmin meninggal, maka ia akan dijemput oleh ‘Saiq’-nya. Saiq&lt;br /&gt;ialah makhluk yang akan menjemputnya, ia merupakan bentuk dari amalan2 mukmin tsb selama hidup di dunia. Bentuk nya sangat rupawan/wati, harumnya semerbak, melihatnya saja sudah dpt menentramkan hati orang mukmin tersebut. Dan salah satu cara agar yang menjemput kita nantinya adalah Saiq yang rupawan tersebut, adalah dengan cara memberikan kebahagiaan kepada orang lain.”&lt;/em&gt;(sekali lagi, kurang lebih kayak gini lah isinya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah! Ini lagi nih yang gw bingungin. Emang seseorang bisa gitu ngasih kebahagiaan ke orang lain di sekitarnya? Emang bisa yah? Karna sepengetahuan gw sampe sekarang, yang nyiptain kebahagiaan itu yah emang dari &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dlm diri kitanya sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Kalo kata si papah mah, yang nyiptain kebahagiaan tuh adalah faktor dalam (diri kita), bukan faktor luar (lingkungan sekitar kita). Bisa bahaya kalo kita ngegantungin kebahagiaan kita ke orang lain, karna kan ga nutup kemungkinan kalo suatu saat orang yang katanya ngasih kebahagiaan itu tiba2 jadi berubah seratus dlapan puluh derajat kelakuannya ke kita. Beda sama &lt;strong&gt;‘SENENG’&lt;/strong&gt;. Kalo itu mungkin bisa di berikan seseorang ke yang lainnya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seneng = duniawi&lt;br /&gt;Bahagia = ketentraman hati dan jiwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, lama kelamaan gw ketularan bijak nya pak permadi yang ditularin ke bokap trus ditularin ke gw juga nih. Tapi malah bagus lah yah..jadi kan gw bisa ngelatih diri gw sendiri juga…&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhh…gw pengen banget deh jadi orang yang lebih baik dan bener lagi dari sekarang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-2970129409557990818?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/2970129409557990818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=2970129409557990818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2970129409557990818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2970129409557990818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/05/belajar-lebih-baik.html' title='Belajar lebih baik'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-4100604244644667411</id><published>2008-05-19T14:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:03:51.367+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>euphoria dadakan</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Malem itu udah ga kedengeran lagi hiruk pikuk pendukung Indonesia di Stadion Gelora Bung Karno itu. Ga keliatan lagi Euphoria masyarakat Indonesia yang rela rebut2an ampe brantem2an untuk dpt tuh tiket masuk stadion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yap, Tim Thomas bulutangkis indonesia gagal masuk final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(WHUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA T_T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaah, walopun mereka udah ga tanding malem itu, tapi gw tetep nonton pertandingan final tim thomas korea vs china. sebenernya sih gara2 taruhan sama si adam juga. taruhan ceban, gw pegang korea,dia china. tapi emang apes banget kali yah gw...udah mana tim yang gw dukung kagak pernah menang, eh korea pas itu juga kalah lagi! dasar ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow...sebenernya bukan itu yang mau gw jadiin topik postingan ini skrg.&lt;br /&gt;maksud gw disini, gw pengen ngomongin ttg &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;euphoria dadakan&lt;/span&gt; gw (ato mungkin lo juga) yang tiba2 tumbuh pas saat2 kyk gini. Saat2..eumm...ada kejuaraan2 kyk gini lah. Mau itu Kejuaraan Bulutangkis kyk kmrn lah, piala dunia lah, sampe ke acara2 kecil kyk acara Porak nya OSIS skolah gw.&lt;br /&gt;gatau knp yah, gw selalu excited aja buat ngedukung tim --yang udah pasti gw dukung - itu. rasanya ada perasaan bergejolak di dlm diri gw ini. ada perasaan nyatu aja sama mereka yang lagi beraksi disana. apalagi kalo pertandingannya udah mulai memanas tea yah, beuh...ga tanggung2. keringet dingin langsung menetes, teriakan2 penuh semangat terdengar, doapun dipanjatkan. dan kalo hasilnya tim yang kita dukung itu menang aja yah.......haaaaaaaaaaa ga bisa ditulisin deh perasaan nya.. seneeeeeeeeeng banget! (sambil masang tampang so imut)&lt;br /&gt;kalian juga ga sih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan piala eropa bakal mulai ga lebih dari sebulan lagi! gw jadi inget pas masa2 nongkrongin piala dunia smpe rela ga tidur bareng anak2 kyk gitu...&lt;br /&gt;tapi sayang memang...&lt;strong&gt;INGGRIS GA MAIN PULA&lt;/strong&gt;...ah payah kau! ga seru deh. (kan jd ga bisa ngeceng deh hahahahah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-4100604244644667411?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/4100604244644667411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=4100604244644667411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4100604244644667411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4100604244644667411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/05/euphoria-dadakan.html' title='euphoria dadakan'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-5590365069762027679</id><published>2008-05-19T14:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:21:16.137+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adore it'/><title type='text'>COLDPLAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Parah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parah pisaaaannnn.&lt;br /&gt;Haaa gw jatuh cinta banget sama &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ya tuhann…&lt;br /&gt;-ga bisa ngomong-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw selalu apresiasi banget sama mereka, yang selalu menyanyikan lagunya dari dalam hati. Dan rasanya gw selalu bisa ngebedain yang mana mereka (si penyanyi) yang nyanyi dari &lt;strong&gt;dalam hati&lt;/strong&gt;, yang mana yang nyanyi Cuma buat nge-nadain rangkaian kata-kata doang. Tapi jelas, gw yakin banget kalo chris martin, si vokalis coldplay ini, bner2…ahh.. dalem banget lah pokoknya mah. Kerasa banget di setiap lagunya, seakan2 dia nyanyiin tuh lagu emang buat seseorang yang dia tuju.(ah, andai aja gw hehe PLETAK!)&lt;br /&gt;Apalagi kalo nginget2 lirik-lirik mereka yang …amazing banget! hadoooohh…-ga bisa ngomong lagi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaah, walopun ga semua lagu mereka gw dengerin, tapi yang gw &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SDkvTzrdiTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7tWGVv-HwAg/s1600-h/coldplay%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204242861739837746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SDkvTzrdiTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7tWGVv-HwAg/s320/coldplay%5B1%5D.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tau, semua lagu mereka yang udah gw dengerin sampe skarang, semuanya awesome banget! mereka selalu bisa bikin gw senyum2 sendiri pas ngedengerin lagu mereka., bikin mood gw berubah jadi berbunga-bunga seketika. Mau gw lagi di kelas lah, di kamar sendirian, ato di angkot sekali pun. Mereka tau banget gimana nyalurin perasaan mereka kedalam sebuah lagu. Gw sering mikir aja, kok bisa yah ada orang se-nyeni-jenius-romantis kayak mereka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagu mereka yang dari dulu dan sampe sekarang selalu jadi song of me banget. in my place. liriknya ga pasaran, walaupun awalnya rada susah dicerna. Sampe sekarang pun gw masih coba ngartiin tuh lagu. The best part nya, pas dia nyanyiin bagian ini:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, please, please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;come back and sing to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;to me, me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come on and sing it out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, Now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come on and sing it out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To me, me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;come back and sing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ampuuuunn….Gw bisa aja tiba2 'jatuh cinta' sama orang yang nyanyiin lagu ini di depan gw. Hehehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-5590365069762027679?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5590365069762027679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=5590365069762027679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5590365069762027679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5590365069762027679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/05/coldplay.html' title='COLDPLAY'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SDkvTzrdiTI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7tWGVv-HwAg/s72-c/coldplay%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-8105009277963890276</id><published>2008-05-16T19:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:02:31.692+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitty conversation'/><title type='text'>that thing...</title><content type='html'>Rasanya gw malah hampir lupa kayak gimana rasanya jatuh cinta. Dan kenyataannya juga emang gw ga mau ngerasain hal itu lagi sekarang2 ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenapa cit?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumaha aing laah.&lt;br /&gt;Haa bcanda ding.&lt;br /&gt;Ga kok…gw lagi males mikirin orang aja dikala gw sendiri ga bisa mikirin diri gw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik ke topik utama.&lt;br /&gt;Iyah..itu dia masalahnya. Ahh..gataulah..gw juga sebenernya tau kok gw bukan lagi jatuh cinta. Yah apalah itu namanya yah..suka mungkin..ato sekedar interest aja sama orang itu. Ah shit! Kenapa harus dia? Yang ngingetin gw sama cinta pertama gw? (sunny dong? Pret!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etss..ntar dulu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa gw jadi ngomongin cinta juga yah?&lt;br /&gt;Iya! Udah beberapa hari ini gw blogwalking…dan sepertinya di setiap blog yang gw kunjungin, pasti aja ada postingan mereka yang ngebahas tentang this holy thing. Ya ampun! Ada apa sih gerangan semua jadi ber-cinta-ria gini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“cinta itu tinggi…cinta itu putih…cinta itu tulus…cinta itu suci…cinta itu bersih…cinta itu indah…cinta itu anugrah…cinta itu bahagia”&lt;/em&gt; (ka intan-justonmyown.blogspot.com )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Talking about love it is just never ever. Ever. Ever.ever. end.! Fuck with happy ending. . everybody has their own happy ending in their own version.. “(&lt;/em&gt;ka rivi-ceritarivi.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“kl gue ditanya, "menurut persepsi lo, cinta itu apa sih?" nah loh! gue bingung setengah mateng nih. umm..yg paling gue tau sih selama ini cinta = bullshit. bnr ga sih?”(&lt;/em&gt;bela-guitarswithoutstring.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“kadang cinta bikin kita "wah " banget. sampai ketawa2 sendiri,loncat2 sendiritapi, kadang cinta bikin kita "down" banget.kita bisa jadi bukan diri kita, kita bisa berubah jadi orang lain. sesuatu yang biasa akan terasa tidak biasa hanya karena cinta.”(&lt;/em&gt;yunus-reresepan.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaah, everyone has their own words to say, and mean it.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I’m just gonna say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; that always can make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;It is&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt; that shining your day&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; when it become a teary-eyed&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; when you’ll always can smile, while your heart was breaking&lt;br /&gt;And it is &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What your heart says&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-8105009277963890276?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/8105009277963890276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=8105009277963890276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/8105009277963890276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/8105009277963890276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/05/that-thing.html' title='that thing...'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-2579112209220288705</id><published>2008-05-05T18:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:54:22.615+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>Hari debat XI IPA</title><content type='html'>2 dari 3 mata pelajaran (yang harusnya 4) hari ini jadi bahan pelampiasan segala hasrat keyakinan dan argumentasi anak2 kelas XI IPA. Pelajaran Agama yang mengawali pagi ini dimulai dengan debat bertopik “ dapatkah syariat islam ditegakkan di Indonesia?” Saya yang menganggap bahwa hal itu pasti bisa malah mengacaukannya dengan tidak membawa rangkuman/bahan dari topik tersebut. Bah,jd sy dan 6 teman saya yang bernasip sama harus melaksanakan kesepakatan awal mata pelajaran yang satu itu, “ yang ga bawa bahan pelajaran, traktir anak sekelas”.Oke, kita beliin mereka permen chacha ama polo aja yang banyak , kata anak yang lain sesampe nya di warung igor dekat sekolah kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya debat dimulai.sesampainya dikelas setelah melaksanakan kewajiban itu, terlihat debat tengah mulai pemanasan, tapi oh tidak&lt;br /&gt;,,,10 menit&lt;br /&gt;,,,20 menit&lt;br /&gt;,,,30 menit&lt;br /&gt;saya belum mendapatkan pencerahan juga fikir saya dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“nah, itu kan kalo kebetulan syariat islam nya emang pas sama syariat agama lainnya, tapi kalo misalnya pas beda2 nya gimana?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“masalahnya disini, udah jelas kan kalo syariat islam itu pasti baik bagi semua orang Contohnya aja, kita dilarang makan daging babi dengan tujuan kesehata, kita dilarang mencuri dengan tujuan memelihara keturunan, kita dilarang blah blah blah..” (saya mulai jengkel karna sampai detik itu belum ada pencerahan datang ke otak saya, demit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ternyata tidak di pelajaran life skill selanjutnya.Awalnya kami kira pelajaran “penyelarasan perasaan-logika-dan kenyataan” itu akan membuat kami meneteskan air mata lagi seperti 3 pertemuan sebelumnya.Tapi ternyata enggak tuh.&lt;br /&gt;Kali ini topik yang dibahas adalah, “Jika kalian memiliki SK untuk memutuskan 3 dari 15  orang yang kalian anggap paling pantas diselamatkan dari sebuah kapal terbang yang akan jatuh, siapakah 3 orang itu?” terlihat 15 pilihan orang yang diberikan dalam selembaran kertas yang dibagikan kepada kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Seorang anggota DPR yang memperjungkan dan membicarakan nasib rakyat di daerah yang terkena wabah penyakit&lt;br /&gt;2.seorang dokter ahli yang akan memberikan pertolongan pada penduduk yang sedang kena wabah penyakit&lt;br /&gt;3.seorang cacat veteran yang telah banyak berjasa dalam perjuangan kemerdekaan kita&lt;br /&gt;4.seorang guru besar, ahli atom Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;5.seorang bapak yang ditunggu oleh empat oran anaknya yang masih kecil di rumah&lt;br /&gt;6.seoran tokoh agama yang selalu memberi penerangan sehingga kejahatan dan pekerjaan maksiat makin berkurang&lt;br /&gt;7.seorang ibu yang ditunggu oleh tiga orang anaknya yang masih kecil di rumah&lt;br /&gt;8.seorang ahli bangunan tempat-tempat perlindungan bila perang nuklir pecah&lt;br /&gt;9.seorang menteri social yang sangat memperhatikan nasib orang-orang miskin&lt;br /&gt;10.seorang komisaris besar polisi yang sangat ditakuti oleh penjahat&lt;br /&gt;11.seorang insinyur bangunan yang telah banyak membangun dan akan membangun irigasi di suatu daerah tandus yang luas&lt;br /&gt;12.seorang pelukis yang membawa nama baik negaranya di seluruh dunia&lt;br /&gt;13.seorang ahli mesin yang telah menciptakan kendaraan yang menggunakan energi matahari&lt;br /&gt;14.seorang ahli ekonomi yang sedang merencanakan terlaksananya kesejahteraan yang merata&lt;br /&gt;15.seorang jenderal ahli siasat perang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat itu, kami dibagi menjadi 4 kelompok yang berbeda and the result was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelompok gw (1)         : nomor 2, 4, 7&lt;br /&gt;Kelompok 2                 : nomor 2, 6, 9&lt;br /&gt;Kelompok 3                 : nomor 6, 8, 14&lt;br /&gt;Kelompok 4                 : nomor 2, 6, 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belom apa-apa , pak cucu sebagai guru mata pelajaran itu udah dibuat kagum duluan.Dia bilang, “baru kali sepanjang sejarah saya mengajar, kelas ini lah yang paling mencolok perbedaan pilihannya” yaa kita mah malah girang tepuk tangan lah Orang itu kan berarti anak2 ipa beragam semua.Ga monoton deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bagian yang menurut saya paling menarik, ya saat pembahasan pilihan sebuah kelompok yang sangat berbeda dari kelompok lainnya Contoh saja kelompok 3, sebagai satu-satunya pemilih nomor 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“oke, gini deh, kalo nanti bakal terjadi ledakan nuklir, pasti si ahli bangunan ini bakalan berjasa banget karna udah menyelamatkan beribu ribu jiwa manusia Bisa saja di sekian banyak orang-orang yang diselamatkan bakalan ada benih-benih masa depan cerah”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali ini si KM ngebantah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;“ eh, lo tau ga apa yang dikatakan kaisar jepang saat ada bom di Hiroshima-nagasaki? “ selamatkan siapa??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;“Guru dan Dokter!!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; si husen nimbrung cepet yang diiringi teprokan tangan anak-anak antara kagum dan bingung knp si husen jadi pinter gini hehe piss biw!&lt;br /&gt;Jawad ngelanjutin,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;”nah, jadi kan mendingan kita nyelamatin guru ato dokter yang terang terang manfaatnya lebih banyak”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si rahman ga mau kalah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“gini ya pak, saya baru dapet peribahasa baru “sedia payung sebelum hujan” (*gubrak prak prakk anak-anak langsung ketawa ricuh , masa yang kyk gitu dibilang baru sih man ?haha) dilanjutin,,, nah, makannya, mendingan kita mempersiapkan bangunan dluan sebelum si nuklir dateng Gitu ,,!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disela-sela perdebatan, anak yang Cuma  ikut2an nimbrung ga jelas Cuma bisa bilang “udah ga bingung , makannya mending kita selametin si veteran aja ahahaha”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, saya fikir saat itu saya ga bisa berenti ketawa denger bermacam2 argumen anak2 ipa, mau itu ga nyambung, jayus, ato seriusan bener2 kocak akhirnya pelajaran lifeskill saat itu ditutup dengan kesimpulan , oke, sekarang kita mempunyai peribahasa baru, “sedia bangunan sebelum nuklir terjadi” dan satu lagi,,selamatkan Veteran! hahaaahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-2579112209220288705?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/2579112209220288705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=2579112209220288705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2579112209220288705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2579112209220288705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/05/hari-debat-xi-ipa.html' title='Hari debat XI IPA'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-2013408032990368362</id><published>2008-04-27T15:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:17:45.030+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><title type='text'>dimana tong sampahnya?</title><content type='html'>tadi pagi saya dan teman-teman 3 angkatan (kls X, XI, XII) jalan kaki menuju lapangan gasibu dlm rangka 'gambar marathon' yang di adakan oleh klub Cermin ide..&lt;br /&gt;pas mau pulang dari gasibu, saya dan abida ketinggalan (tertinggal lebih tepatnya) oleh teman2 lainnya gara2 beli minum dlu sangking hausnya belum sarapan pula. eh, yauda aja kita keliling2 gasibu dulu nyari kerudung dan kaoskaki (yang 10rb 3 itu loch ikikik)sambil membawa minum kita masing-masing. yaa gara2 haus banget, ga sampe beberapa menit juga udah abis.&lt;br /&gt;tapi yang paling mengenaskan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kita ga liat tong sampah sama sekali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya Tuhan, sepanjang jalan kenangan itu, ups maksud gw sepanjang jalan gasibu itu saya dan abida tidak melihat tempat untuk membuang sampah itu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tolong ya pak haryawan, pak dede... mbok ya disediakan tong sampah begitu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-2013408032990368362?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/2013408032990368362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=2013408032990368362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2013408032990368362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2013408032990368362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/04/dimana-tong-sampahnya.html' title='dimana tong sampahnya?'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-7388818261963036728</id><published>2008-04-26T12:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T13:02:34.756+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown for the better me'/><title type='text'>sayang banget sm kalian..</title><content type='html'>Akhirnya, ita liat lagi air mata itu jatuh dari mata beningnya. Bahkan ita lupa kapan terakhir kali ita liat dia nangis. Bukan karena masalah pekerjaannya yang ga berenti numpuk di fikirannya, bukan juga karena ita yang minggu lalu HAMPIR bikin dia nangis juga. Tapi kali ini beda. &lt;em&gt;She’s crying for someone that she knew only for a few months ago.&lt;/em&gt; Dan saat itu, pas rona mukanya berubah, matanya jadi merah, dan air mata nya menetes, rasanya saat itu juga ita ngerasa udah jauh banget sama satu lagi, orang dalam sebuah perkumpulan ini yang biasa mereka sebut sebagai keluarga. &lt;strong&gt;Jauh banget&lt;/strong&gt;. dan rasanya sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin bisa dibilang sekarang ita udah &lt;em&gt;‘ga kenal’&lt;/em&gt; mereka lagi. Mungkin juga mereka udah ngerasa ada yang berubah dari ita sekarang. sekarang ita sadar, kita ga akan bisa lagi kayak dulu. Kita bukan manusia-manusia yang bisa berkumpul dan bercanda seperti dulu lagi. Udah ga bisa selalu bareng-bareng, ga bisa selalu ada setiap seorang dari kita ngerasa sakit. Dan itu bikin ita sakit banget sekarang. Sakit, karena ita baru sadar sekarang. Sakit, karena ita merasa udah jauh banget sama kalian. ita udah &lt;em&gt;‘ga kenal’&lt;/em&gt; kalian lagi. Apa yang kalian inginin, apa yang kalian cita-citain, kebiasaan apa yang kalian suka lakuin, apa yang bisa bikin kalian tertarik dan juga, apa yang bisa bikin kalian tiba-tiba netesin air mata. &lt;em&gt;I even know nothing about what you’re saying anymore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ita tau, lagi lagi, kesalahan ada di pihak ita sekarang. ita selalu ngerti belakangan, selalu maksain apa yang ita mau. Ga mau tau itu bikin orang lain kesusahan, bikin orang lain kecapean, ato bikin orang lain yang kena getahnya. &lt;strong&gt;Ita Cuma pengen bisa kayak dulu.&lt;/strong&gt; Itu aja. Tapi kayaknya permintaan ita yang satu itu terlalu berlebihan buat sekarang. Seakan-akan, buat ngewujudinnya, ita harus selalu jadi anak cengeng dulu didepan kalian. Bersikap manja lagi yang kalian tau itu ga akan pernah hilang dari ita. Tapi kalian tau ga? Seenggaknya sekarang ita udah bisa jauh dari kalian. Ita bisa . dan kalian liat kan? Tapi apa yang malah ita dapetin sekarang? Ita ga mau dianggap sbg anak manja kalian seperti dulu, tapi ita juga ga pernah bilang kan kalo ita suka dengan perasaan jauh kayak gini? Trus kalian tau ga? Karena ita fikir kalian juga udah ‘ga kenal’ sama ita, akhir-akhir ini ita udah ngerasa ‘hampa’ berada dideket kalian. Ita fikir kalian udah ga bisa nolong ita lagi kayak dulu, udah ga bisa jadi tempat sharing ita lagi kayak dlu. &lt;strong&gt;Ita hampir kehilangan rasa dekat ita dengan kalian.&lt;/strong&gt; Tapi ita tau, disela-sela saat2 seperti itu, ita selalu dan akan terus selalu berharap semuanya bakal berjalan membaik kedepannya. tapi sekarang ita semakin takut aja, ita takut ita ga bisa ngadepin ujian yang lebih berat nantinya. Pas akhirnya kita udah ga bisa sama-sama lagi. Kita udah ga bisa berbuat apa-apa. Ita takut karena ita tau ita lemah. Iya , lemah. Dan sampe sekarang ita ga tau kenapa ita bisa selemah ini. Ita Cuma tau ita sayang banget sama kalian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat kalian yang sekarang udah jauh dari ita, kalo ditanya, ita ga akan mau ngalamin bagian ini. &lt;strong&gt;Why can’t we just skip this part?&lt;/strong&gt; Tapi ita tau itu ga bakal bisa dan ga bener. Semua scenario ini udah ditulis sedemikian rapihnya sama Allah kan? Dan rasanya terlalu jahat kalo ita harus ngeluh kayak gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan akhirnya ita cuma bisa tau, kalo sesungguhnya ita cuma rindu Dia..rindu sayangNya, rindu segala kejutanNya, rindu perasaan dekat denganNya. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-7388818261963036728?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/7388818261963036728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=7388818261963036728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7388818261963036728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7388818261963036728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/04/sayang-banget-sm-kalian.html' title='sayang banget sm kalian..'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-1863994855422003276</id><published>2008-04-22T09:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:02:01.132+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown for the better me'/><title type='text'>ngelantur..(gara2 udah malem)</title><content type='html'>Yampun udah jam segini(11.15 pm)…tapi tukang bangunan depan rumah itu masih aja ga brenti kerja..jadi kasian aja…kira kira mereka ngantuk gak ya? Cape gak ya? Ato laper mungkin? Gataulah…tapi kalo ngeliat yang kayak gitu, kok tiba2 gw jadi mikir buat nyamperin mereka yah? Ntar dulu..jangan mikir yang macem2 dlu..&lt;br /&gt;Iya nih, gatau knp. Akhir akhir ini jadi sering tiba2 pengen ada di deket orang yang sebenernya ga gw kenal. Pengen lebih deket sama mereka..pengen tau apa yang mereka fikirin..pengen tau tingkah laku mereka…&lt;br /&gt;Yaah. Gw juga ga ngerti2 amat knp kyk gini. Rasanya tiba2 gw malah jadi ga kenal sama orang2 yang sebelumnya udah gw kenal jauh malahan. Gw ga kenal mereka, dan sepertinya mereka juga ga kenal gw lagi. Ato kalo mau dikasarinnya, mereka udah ga nganggep gw lagi. Kesannya emg gw terlalu berlebihan mungkin, tapi ya emang gini sih perasaan gw. Gatau salah gatau bener. Maklum kan masih anak kecil namanya juga..boncel pula. Yahhaahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ngomongin orang2 terdekat skrg2 ini, ga bisa dipungkiri emang semuanya udah berubah banyak banget. ga semuany bisa sejalan sama apa yang gw inginin seperti biasanya. Mungkin gw pengennya mereka tetep jadi yang kayak dulu, ato bahkan lebih dari yang dulu. Tapi kenyataannya malah sebaliknya. Kalo ditanya kecewa, ya pasti iya jawabannya. Sedih apalagi. Gedek iyalah. (sok apalagi? Hehe). Tapi ya memang keadaannya seperti itu kan? Keadaan yang memaksa kita supaya nerima sesuatu apa adanya. Ga bisa diubah2 lagi. &lt;br /&gt;Tapi mungkin gw nya aja sih yang masih ga ngerti. Ga yakin. Ga gede2. jadi weh kalo ngadepin yang gini teh pasti ujung2nya ceurik. Haa dasar cengeng. Yaa bae atuh nyak dak urang mah istri.heu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…liburan ..emm let me see..5 hari ini, sepertinya bakalan ga kerasa lagi deh. 3 hari lagi udah masuk lagi aja. Ga males2 amat sih, ga kyk dulu pas sd ato smp, kalo abis liburan pasti kalo mau masuk skul rasa malesnya itu…bujukbuneng banget lah. Kalo sekarang mah lain ateuh. Udah sma gityu loch. SMUTH lageeeh. Ehehe…&lt;br /&gt;Paling yang disayanginnya, gara2 ga bisa males2an lagi..ato ga gara2 harus deg2an lagi setiap pelajaran mat-fis-kim mau mulai..heheehe. bentar deh gw inget2, sejak kapan yah gw mengalami syndrome nervous thdp pelajaran gini?haaaa gw inget. Sejak nilai pelajaran itu jadi do-re-mi lah! Hehe. Gw juga bingung banget tauk! Gw inget banget kok, gimana cemerlangnya otak gw (blagu abiz) pas smp kalo ngadepin soal2 mtk itu. Rasanya untuk setiap soal yang ditanyakan pasti selalu ada jalan keluarnya. Mau itu harus pake 2 ato 3 rumus dulu kek. Pasti adaaa aja yang keluar dari otak gw. Tapi ga buat sekarang! Awalnya sih semangat ngerjain soal ya ada lah..abis tuh dibaca tu soal…mulai ngerutin dahi…ga ngerti, baca ulang tuh soal..mulai keringet dingin…sampe akhirnya baca lagi tuh soal..udah nguap2 aja duluan. Dan pertanyaannya, gimana gw bisa nyelesain tuh soal kalo dari awal juga gw udah mentok duluan? Ya ampun! Stress lah gw lama2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, ngomongnya jadi ngelantur kemana kemana gini. Bae ah, lagi ga pengen serius nulis ini. Pengennya ngalir aja. Kayak nulis dulu pas jaman sd or smp. Apa yang timbul di fikiran langsung ditulis dah. Mau jelek, malu2in, ga jelas,..tetep weh ditulis. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(awalnya postingan ini asalnya dari tulisan harian [diary] gw dilaptop, tapi stelah dipikir2 jadi pengen diposting juga..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-1863994855422003276?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/1863994855422003276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=1863994855422003276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1863994855422003276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1863994855422003276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/04/ngelanturgara2-udah-malem.html' title='ngelantur..(gara2 udah malem)'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-4134227144133382670</id><published>2008-04-21T20:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:15:54.287+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><title type='text'>si boncel liburan ketemu opa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Berhubung anak kelas XII hari selasa nanti mau UAN, jadi anak kelas X &amp;amp; XI diliburin sampe hari kamis tanggal 24 april ntar. Jadilah gw sekarang udah di Jakarta…aaah..balik lagi juga akhirnya ke rumah..kangen sih awalnya…tapi seperti biasanya aja, pasti deh setiap gw udah nyampe jkt, eh malah pengen balik ke bandung lagi. Ah sudahlah biar begitu saja. Ngapain juga dipusingin yang ginian mah, masih banyak yang harus gw pusingin kan ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eniweeeeiii….&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata pas gw balik ke Jakarta, ada si Opa !(pura2 kaget padahal udah tau dari kapan). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204239077873649954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SDkr3jrdiSI/AAAAAAAAACI/mIvjGm07Lbo/s320/IMAGE_120.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(bokap and granpa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;papa bilang sih gara2 om yon, -ups salah om yusuf maksud gw-mau ke luar kota lagi, jadilah sekarang giliran si papa yang kebagian tugas ngejagain opa….&lt;br /&gt;Yang gw salutin dari si papa, dia tuh sabars &lt;strong&gt;(with ‘s’ that means much)&lt;/strong&gt; banget ngejagain si opa..dari bangun pagi, trus langsung ngajak opa sholat subuh, trus di mandiin sendiri, trus di siapin sarapan, ditemenin ngobrol…dan sebagainya lah…&lt;br /&gt;Emm..gw jadi mikir2 aja…kira2 kalo bokap gw udah setua opa nanti, gw bisa ga ya sesabar beliau? Harus ah pokonya mah yah…&lt;br /&gt;apalagi kalo inget kejadian tadi malem…ceritanya kan si opa baru balik dari rumah tante gw…soalnya kan bokap hari ini ke bandung tafakuran trus sekalian balik ke Jakarta bareng gw. Jadi tadi pagi tante gw bawa si opa kerumah dia buat dijagain sama dia. Nah, pas maghrib tadi mereka balik ke rumah gw, nganterin si opa balik. Eh…tiba tiba ya! Tiba-tiba…! Tiba-tiba…&lt;br /&gt;(oke2 jayuz mode on di gw)&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba si opa bilang gini;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“alah, pulang lai kini” (udah, sekarang kita pulang.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yaudah aja, kita kira kan si opa tuh maksudnya mau bobo, jadi kita Bantu opa berdiri buat ke kamarnya. Eh tapi nyampe kamar si opa malah ga mau ngedeketin tempat tidurnya, trus malah bilang ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“pulang ka kampuang kini! “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaaaah???&lt;br /&gt;(gw berlebihan )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maksud lo pulang ke kampung lo geto?&lt;br /&gt;(sori opa saya sangat2 berlebihan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iya, jadi tuh maksud si opa, dia mau balik ke kampungnya. Di bukittinggi. &lt;strong&gt;Bukittingi yang di Sumatera Barat itu! SUMBAR!&lt;/strong&gt; Kata opa si om yusuf udah balik. Padahal jelas2 dia pergi keluar kota selama 3 bulan, tapi opa bilang dia Cuma pergi slama 3 hari. Bingung lah kita seketika. Mana tiba2 si opa keluar dari kamar lagi lagi, udah siap2 mau pergi aja. Berbagai macam alasan udah di kasih tau ke dia. &lt;em&gt;“alah malam kini pak, mana ada kapal tabang kini ko?”&lt;br /&gt;“ apak sinan jo sa?, ndak ado orang lagi pak disinan tu”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Dan seterusnya lah ya, gw juga ga ngerti2 amat tu bahasa padang.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Alhamdulillah, akhirnya si opa mau juga kita tuntun balik ke jalan yang bnar (oke gw garing banget yah) –maksud gw ke kamar tidur lagi gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan oia! Gw juga sempet baca2 diary gw pas sd! Haha, jelas yang ada gw ngakak2 baca tulisan gw dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hai! Namaku citra aku pemilik orginiser ini. Hari ini aku lagi bolos soalnya di sekolah Cuma ada classmetting sekarang aku lagi ada di kantor milik gue. Gue suka banget ni orgi sebelah gue ada mama yang lagi ngomong sama karyawannya. Gue mo’ certain hari kemarin yach! Gini, kemarin tuh gue disekolah bener2 bete bayangin bel masuk sekolah udah gitu pelajarannya nggak dilaksanakan malah Cuma bagiin ulangan dah gitu istirahat coba bayangin masa istirahat nggak ada habis-habisnya….harusnya kan yang namanya classmetting itu kan perlombaan aduh bete’ banget deh….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikikikikkkk….&lt;br /&gt;Dasar anak kecil…. Kecil2 sok tau…kecil2 bego (bolos aja bangga)…kecil2 belagu pula..hahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang gw nyesekinnya (apasilocit), apa yang gw tulisin dulu bner2 ngalir gitu aja..ga ada yang ditambah2in, ga ada yang di saring dulu, ato apalah. Semuanya bner2 emg keluar dari pikiran gw saat itu. Itu yang gw—or kita ga milikin sekarang. Dulu kita masih bisa nyeletuk seenak kita. Masih bisa ngelakuin apapun yang kita mau tanpa harus mikirin resikonya yang bkal dtg. Gw kangen aja masa2 itu. Sekarang mah setiap mau ngelakuin-ngomong-bertindak sesuatu, mikirnya nya aja ada kali seharian. Itu juga blm ditambah deg2an or nerpes nya. Apa yang mau dilakuin pasti dipikirin efek samping ke smua orangnya dan ke diri kita sendirinya. Aaah damnshit. Gw banyak banget sih maunya…&lt;br /&gt;Hehh knapa ya akhir2 ini gw jadi melankolis melodis the police gini. Tapi bae ah, kumaha aink ceunah si fahman mah. Ya ga men?&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/5865490380454231637-4134227144133382670?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/4134227144133382670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=4134227144133382670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4134227144133382670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/4134227144133382670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/04/si-boncel-liburan-ketemu-opa.html' title='si boncel liburan ketemu opa'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/SDkr3jrdiSI/AAAAAAAAACI/mIvjGm07Lbo/s72-c/IMAGE_120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-5263155082949225084</id><published>2008-04-12T11:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T11:50:57.898+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my sweet stories then'/><title type='text'>quick and smart</title><content type='html'>si Citra ikutan cerdas cermat bhs inggris ceritanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya! Quick and smart gityu deh! (sama aja ya sama cerdas cermat ikikik)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan kesan pertama setelah mengikuti ajang pinter2an itu?&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MAU LAGIIIIIIIII !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenernya,  hasrat ‘mau lagi’ ini timbul dari beberapa alesan yang reasonable banget menurut gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gw masih gedek banget sama tuh huruf ‘S’.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orait, to make a long story short, ceritanya itu, sekolah gw ngirim 2 tim. Tim 1 gw, dea, sama fathimah. Tim 2 revi, nuzul, sama si faris. Kita semua berhasil masuk babak semifinal. Tapi pas babak penyisihan buat masuk finalnya, fortunately tim 1 harus tanding sendiri sama tim 2! Dan the best part nya, di babak ‘word construction’, di mana kita harus nyusun kata lagi dari sebuah kata yang diberi, tim gw gagal melihat dengan jelas tuh kata yang diberi oleh panitia. Ignores. Dan guess what? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kita nyusun kata2 baru lagi tanpa huruf ‘s’ membantu kita!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanpa huruf ‘S’ saudara saudara! &lt;/strong&gt;Bujukbuneng banget lah pasti. Dan kita baru sadar stelah beberapa detik tuh kertas isi kata2 kita serahin ke panitianya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“loh, itu pake huruf ‘s’ ya ignore nya?”&lt;/em&gt; kata si dea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gw sama fathimah langsung nengok ke papan tempat tuh ignores terpampang jelas..dan diam tak berkutik seketika…-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghhh…padahal yah…&lt;strong&gt;padahal!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Kalo aja tuh ‘s’ ngikut, mungkin kita bisa dapet 2 kali lipat lebih banyak kata yang kita susun dan maju ke babak final !! Huff..tenang..tenang…&lt;br /&gt;Yaa..overall, akhirnya kita nyadar juga kok kalo semuanya emang udah ditentuin sama Yang di Atas…semuanya udah terancang sangat rapih sama Dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alesan ke 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;U noe, it’s just really feel nice to sit there, and having much more new things that I didn’t know before.&lt;/em&gt; Gatau yah, selama lomba berlangsung, gw bener2 ga bosen baca tuh berpuluh-puluh lembar berisi pengetahuan seputar dunia. Mau itu capital city of blablablah…currency unit of blahblahblah..sampe widest ocean, longest river, smallest country juga…gw ngerasa bersemangat banget aja baca itu semua. dan rasanya tuh puas banget kalo apa yang gw baca sebelumnya bisa keluar di pertanyaan pas cerdas cermat nya berlangsung…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan pada akhirny, tim 2 smuth maju juga ke babak final dan berhasil menangin peringkat ke 2…yaa..walopun padahal gw udah berharap aja sebelum nya nama gw bisa terpajang rapih di wall of fame di skul..(*pletak!*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-5263155082949225084?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5263155082949225084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=5263155082949225084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5263155082949225084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5263155082949225084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-and-smart.html' title='quick and smart'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-7417308901989167182</id><published>2008-04-08T17:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:11:28.621+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>pilihan</title><content type='html'>Udah beberapa hari ini , tiba2 gw jadi kepikiran buat ngebahas yang satu ini. Apalagi setelah si yunus tiba2 nanya dengan tenangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ta, pnah kebayang ga sih ttg masa depan teh kayak gimana? Ngeri yah kalo ntar lahan buat kuburan udah ga ada lagi..”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deg&lt;/strong&gt;…! Gw yang ditanya juga ikut2an merinding lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo dipikir lagi, ga salah juga sih kalo kita yang sekarang bakal bertanya-tanya gimana nasip kita beberapa puluh tahun mendatang. yaa okelah ga usah jauh2 dulu, beberapa tahun mendatang aja. Bandung masih sedingin ini ga yah? sampe kpn yah tu lumpur lampindo bakal meluap? Ato tuh es di antartika bakal mencair lebih banyak? Dan yang paling nakutin, kira-kira gw masih idup ga yah?*pletaaaak!*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari dulu gw selalu ngerasa waktu tuh jalannya cepet banget. Kalah cepet dari kendaraan manapun yang ada didunia ini, mau itu pesawat airforce one nya USA kek, ato itu kendaraan nya Nabi Muhammad saw—bouraq- yang dipake pas naik kelangit. Yeaah, walopun sampe sekarang gw baru sampe tahap &lt;strong&gt;TAU&lt;/strong&gt;, seenggaknya gw udah sadar lah kalo semua itu emang ga ada yg lama di dunia ini. Kalo mau itung2an, jelas kehidupan di akhirat bakal jauh lebih lamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa dan pasti kekal kalo dibanding kehidupan di dunia. 1 jam di akhirat = 21900 hari di akhirat. Jadi menurut pelajaran matematikanya, rata2 manusia idup di dunia&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ga lebih dari &lt;strong&gt;1 ½ JAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Anjrot parah lah… gimana gw ga tegang gini coba.. Dan kalo mau cerita yang lebih mengenaskan, sepertinya gw juga ga yakin2 amat tuh tabungan akhirat gw bakal cukup buat nutupin itu dosa nu pang lobana. (sambil memegang kepala dan geleng2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sampe sekarang gw masih bingung, di satu sisi ada yah orang-orang yang dimana mereka hidup bener2 free, mereka jalanin hari-hari mereka ga terkekang sama kewajiban sana sini or peraturan di sekeliling mereka. Dan the weird part nya, ketika mereka ditanya kenapa mereka bersikap kyk gitu, ujug2 mereka jawab dengan enteng nya. “ ngapain sih dibuat susah? Gw hidup buat hari ini kok”. Kalo buat kita yang lemah pendirian, mungkin bakal gedek juga. Tapi yang sekarang lagi gw coba buat yakinin, setiap pilihan awal itu ada ditangan setiap manusia. Whether is bad, or good. Mereka yang nentuin semuanya. Pilihan ada ditangan mereka sepenuhnya. Tapi yang jadi permasalahan, ga semua dari kita bisa bertanggung jawab dan bersikap jantan atas apa yang telah kita pilih itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw emg ngerokok, &lt;em&gt;tapi gw ga mau sakit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Gw males belajar, &lt;em&gt;tapi gw pengen juara kelas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Gw selalu lupa sholat… &lt;em&gt;Tapi gw ga mau masuk neraka…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugh..andai aja gw punya keyakinan sebanyak keyakinannya Rasul…&lt;br /&gt;Amin… =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-7417308901989167182?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/7417308901989167182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=7417308901989167182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7417308901989167182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/7417308901989167182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/04/pilihan.html' title='pilihan'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-1102355924726882378</id><published>2008-03-31T09:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T09:12:45.022+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown for the better me'/><title type='text'>such a mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minggu terakhir ini gw bener-bener such a mess banget. Ga jelas darimana dateng sebabnya, dan jangan tanya juga berapa banyak kesalahan yang udah gw lakuin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang jelas, gw tau banget rasanya ga sadar-sadar akan sesuatu yang gw jalanin. udah kayak robot jalan yang ngelakuin rutinitas kegiatannya sehari-hari . abis ini mau ngapain, makan jam berapa, les setiap hari apa, tugas apa yang mau lo kerjain hari ini, ato bahkan jam berapa akhirnya lo bisa istirahat. juga mungkin ketika seorang temen lo minjem handphone lo, dan beberapa detik kemudian lo malah ngasih handphone lo itu ke temen lo yang lain. trus pas lo sadar kalo 2 minggu terakhir ini lo udah jatuh dari motor sebanyak 2 kali juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dan ga usah juga lah nanya gimana perasaan gw pas suatu ketika, orang-orang disekitar lo mulai aware akan keadaan lo yang mengenaskan itu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“cit, lo knapa?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“citra sakit? Kok lemes banget?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“citra…kenapa? Lagi sakit ya? Pasti pusing,dan terlihat banyak pikiran…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga peduli itu mau temen deket lo, ato tetangga depan rumah lo, bahkan &lt;strong&gt;penjual baso langganan dideket sekolah lo&lt;/strong&gt; yang ngomong kayak gitu.  Yang jelas semuanya malah bikin gw yakin ada yang ga bener dijalan gw sekarang. Ada bagian penting yang gw lewatin kemaren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maafin ita lah… :’(&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/5865490380454231637-1102355924726882378?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/1102355924726882378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=1102355924726882378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1102355924726882378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1102355924726882378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/03/such-mess.html' title='such a mess'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-6507508466046836412</id><published>2008-03-23T18:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:51:52.948+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school&apos;s event'/><title type='text'>asik cerita-cerita lagi nich!</title><content type='html'>Hia there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaa…lega banget ternyata rasanya! Setelah sekian lama ga nulis blog,yang dikarenakan lupanya password dan id di wordpress.com, jadi weh gw nulis di sini (lagi). Weheeehi. Terkesan sadis memang, pas udah lupa password ajah, baru deh balik lagi nulis di blogspot. He he. Yaa namanya juga lupa,kata bokap gw juga lupa tuh ga dosa kok. Ha ha ga elit banget alesannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ya intinya mah yang jelas gw mau cerita2 lagi! Yehheey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya mah, kmaren kan di skul ada perayaan peringatan maulin Nabi, jadi banyak kegiatan lomba2 gitu deh. Ngias tumpeng lah, bikin design poster lah, nasyid lah, dan banyak lah pokoknya mah yah. Nah si gw teh kebagian yang bikin design poster sama si dea. Udah aja, selama proses pembuatan yang menghabiskan waktu kurang lebih hampir dua jam itu teh kita mah ya wajar2 aja, ga ada persiapan tea. Eh tapi emg anak muthahhari mah jarang yang prsiapan dak kalo mau apa2 juga. Ehehe.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EH! Taunya juara 1 juga kita!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHA. Ga nyangka gitu deh..dan ga itu aja ternyata, anak ipa dapet 6 amplop kemenangan kali ini! ahaaa..senangnya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ngomongin anak ipa, jadi keingetan angkatan 15 juga…&lt;br /&gt;Akhir akhir ini kita jadi sering ngumpul. Awalnya dari rencana mau ngomongin rencana acara buat ngegantiin MBC 5 yang batal osis adain, trus ngomongin rencana ngerjain pa dede pas ultah, sampe ngomongin baju angkatan+foto angkatan. Sampe akhirnya kmaren ada kabar ga enak yang baru disampein o/ slh satu personil 15. aaah…ga nyangka juga ternyata ada yang mikir kita kyk gitu…&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bae, skrg yang ada tuh kita malah yang tambah kompak gitu kok! Ah seneng banget ngeliatnya kalo udah gini, tambah sayang deh sama kalian!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah gitu, kan weekend ini lagi libur panjang, selain gara2 maulid Nabi itu, gara2 wafat yesus kristus juga . Ga nyangka, ternyata salah satu gereja yang pas bulan ramadhan kmaren beberapa ank smuth kunjungin buat perbandingan agama, ngundang kita buat dateng ke acara ritual perayaan paskah itu. Dengan senang hati, gw mau mau aja pas ditawarin jawad buat sukarela dateng ngewakilin anak2 smuth yang lain. Udah aja, akhirnya gw, bela, muti, bida, jawad, husen, sayid, rahman, reja, alfath dateng ke gereja st. paulus itu. Kirain teh bakal duduk di dalem gereja nya tea yah, eh tetaunya ternyata kita udah disiapin satu ruangan khusus gitu dan disediain tv yang masih terlihat baru bertipe flat yang nayangin kegiatan yg berlangsung di dlm gereja. Ustmif, yang minta kita buat dtg kesana, dateng ke gereja itu bareng keluarganya. Ngeliat delshad (slh satu anaknya) ikutan dtg, gw udah berharap aja si ashaad(adeknya)-whom I really really adored him- bakal ikut kita juga. Eeeh taunya sampe acara selese, dia ga dtg2. katanya sih tadi ketiduran di mobilnya ceunah. Lucunya, ga berapa lama stelah kita duduk manis di kursi ruangan itu, tiba2 terdengar celotehan seorang anak dengan nada dan mimik tanpa dosa. “Abi, mau itu!” (delshad ngomong sambil nunjuk ke meja tpt makanan). Spontan kita yang ada disitu langsung ketawa..aaah namanya juga anak2… =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-6507508466046836412?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/6507508466046836412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=6507508466046836412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/6507508466046836412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/6507508466046836412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/03/asik-cerita-cerita-lagi-nich.html' title='asik cerita-cerita lagi nich!'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-807857881523167363</id><published>2008-03-23T18:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:41:59.298+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introducing me.'/><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he he.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-OPEN UP (again)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.citramauceritra.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.citramauceritra.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pllllllease stay visit yaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nuhun... =))&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/5865490380454231637-807857881523167363?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/807857881523167363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=807857881523167363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/807857881523167363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/807857881523167363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-news.html' title='GOOD NEWS'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-5986422046720948856</id><published>2008-02-14T15:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:20:00.398+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><title type='text'>Attention ,please..</title><content type='html'>para pembaca yang budiman...&lt;br /&gt;saya pindah alamat blog yeuh sekarang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katacitra.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://katacitra.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u'll enjoy that one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-5986422046720948856?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5986422046720948856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=5986422046720948856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5986422046720948856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/5986422046720948856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/02/attention-please.html' title='Attention ,please..'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-1830110920509777688</id><published>2008-01-27T19:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:24:14.208+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adore it'/><title type='text'>Leningsradskoye Optiko Mechaninicheskoye Obyedinenie (LOMO)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/R5x-4W6ynoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NeavlFvm_TM/s1600-h/fc3_fea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160138779749686914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/R5x-4W6ynoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NeavlFvm_TM/s320/fc3_fea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is there somebody know all about this stuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i really really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;phuuhllliiiissss...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalo di indonesia blinya dimana?tapi selain di aksara jakarta...harga nya brp siih?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5865490380454231637-1830110920509777688?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/1830110920509777688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=1830110920509777688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1830110920509777688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1830110920509777688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/01/leningsradskoye-optiko.html' title='Leningsradskoye Optiko Mechaninicheskoye Obyedinenie (LOMO)'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/R5x-4W6ynoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NeavlFvm_TM/s72-c/fc3_fea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-828182980597628426</id><published>2008-01-16T18:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:32:44.306+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><title type='text'>Cerita dari negeri tetangga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ahaahaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi mah,ceritanya teh akhirnya jadi juga ke Malaysia nya…tadi nya mah Cuma mau bermalam 3 hari disana,eeh,tetaunya pas nyampe dibandara teh si mamah bilang pengen 4 hari aja ah,ceunah…yaudah weh dak gw mah malah girang banget diajak kyk gtu..dan jadilah kuala Lumpur menemani 3 malam 4 hari ku disana..heheu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Peoples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ngahahaa..&lt;strong&gt;KOCAK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. kyknya ini deh satu kata yang pantes buat ngegambarin warga sana…gimana gak, pas baru nyampe mau check in di hotel aja, gw udah dibuat ngakak sama resepsionis yang nanganin kamar keluarga gw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Resepsionis (R) : “nak pesan 1 katel besar atau 2 katel kecil?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw,uni,nyokap (GUN) : &lt;em&gt;-tertegun-..&lt;/em&gt; "hah??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R : “nak pesan 1 katel besar atau 2 katel kecil?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;GUN : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-terdiam…-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;G : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OOHHHH…KASUR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;UN : “OOHHH”&lt;br /&gt;N : “emm..2 kasur kecil aja..”&lt;br /&gt;GU: &lt;em&gt;-ngakak ngakak…-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaaa, ga itu doang..banyak banget kosa kata mereka yang bodor mampus.. =))..dan lucunya juga, sempet nih, ceritanya kan gw ma nyokap mau bli dorayaki pas kita di genting…pertamanya si nyokap yang mesen ke si mbaknya, gw disebelahnya cuma ikut2an doang, eh pas si nyokap pergi trus gw yang dititipin duit buat bayar tuh dorayaki…dan pas si mbakny udah selese ngebungkus tuh dorayaki, gw si udah blagak mau bayar tuh dorayaki aja,..eh si mbak malah celengak celenguk senynyariin nyokap,padahal jelas2 gw udah bilang “itu..yang tadi..”…dan si mbak Cuma bisa senyam senyum doang…haaaa…stress gw lama2 tinggal disini…hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Places&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas hari pertama gw disana, kita langsung check in di hotel seri pacific,soalnya acara training E&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/R4320URdIqI/AAAAAAAAABw/7ag3mVNbi20/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156048527064638114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="279" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/R4320URdIqI/AAAAAAAAABw/7ag3mVNbi20/s320/Image012.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SQ yang tpat diadain pas kita kesana dan diadain di aula di bawah tuh hotel..jadi weh atas nama anggota ESQ leadership center,kita dapet potongan harga,..haha kan lumayan tuh (dasar padang nya kluar dah)..abs dr situ kita makan di restoran thai deket kampus nya si uda…enak sih makanannya..nyobain tomyam,ayam gajus,sama ikan saus lemonnya..dari situ ke central market (pasar seni), eeeh..akhirnya ketemu juga sama permen yang gw pengenin dari dulu..ahaaha dsar noraknya kluar..namanya susah,beuh susah pisann lah nyari ini permen di Jakarta mah..walopun kmrn dr info tbaru si ni prmen di jual di kartika sari..eeh..ternyata di KL ni permen udah kayak kacang goreng aja..hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari kedua kita ke KLCC+bukit bintang…di KLCC nemuin kamera &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOMO&lt;/span&gt;!!! Aaaaaaahhh mau banget!! Tp sayangnya bokap-nyokap ga ngebolehin…dan sampe gw mau balik kejkt,gara2 gw mohon2 trus,akhirnya bokap stuju kalo gw boleh survey harga+typeny dulu dijkt,dan kalo di KL lbih murah,nti si biar nitip ke si uda aja…yaiiy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari ketiga ke genting&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Tapi sebelumnya kita ktemu calon kluarga baru kita dulu…yap! Ktemu ka tasnim yang slama ini tengah marak dibicarakan oleh keluarga pihak laki-laki,yang tidak lain adalah si uda..ahaaahaa..Ebbbeuuuh…cantik mampus lah..udah putih,ada arab2ny gt,baik,lucu pula…yaa itu si kesan yg gw dpt stelah ktemu dia…ya jls lah kalo kabar2ny banyak yg ngerebutin dia…hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Dari restoran rumah thai (lagi) tempat kita ktemuan, mobil langsung bergerak jlan ke genting highland..mikirnya mah kirain teh banyak yang baru2 disana..eeh ternyata masih kyk 3 thn yang lalu pas trakhir gw ksana aja…tapi bedanya, kita nyempetin naik kereta gantung,ato sebutan kerennya mah genting skyway nya yang ngubungin ke genting highland dari stasiun kreta gantungnya…dan oooooohhh tidak…ga lagi deh naik itu..serem bok! Yaa lebay dikit boleh lah…abisnya gmn ga deg2an,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pas tu kreta gantung lagi nanjak2nya,eeh malah brenti tengah jalan&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;kan ga lucu bet dah..tp untungnya gw masi idup smp skrg..hehe…makasiiiiiiiiiii ya Allah..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari terakhir jln ke timesquare..aah..tau gini dari hari pertama udah ke mol yang satu ini aja kalo tau dlmnya menarik2 kyk gini..disana smpet liat2 buku di Border dan berkhayal bisa memborong buku2 disana..tapi sayang,lembaran bernama ringgit itu sangat sedikit di dompetkuh..hikssh…jadi weh Cuma bli kite runner doang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Transportation &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat berangkat ke Malaysia,nyokap pesen tiket pesawat air asia..nah pas hari H nya nih,kita udah bangun aja tuh subuh2 buta..jam 3 bok! Ya secara tuh pesawat take off jam 6.25 si..jadi weh gw langsung bangun seketika ketika tangan nyokap baru saja menyentuh pinggulku untuk mmbangun kan gw..hahaa dasar lu cit,biasa nya juga butuh 1 jam kan kalo buat bgn sholat.(aduh ampun ampun)…&lt;br /&gt;naaaah tadinya mah,kita teh mau naik taksi aja,gara2 kalo nitip mobil di bandara,ntar pasti biaya nya bakal mahal…eh..emg si mama terlalu hemat,jadi weh akal nya langsung kemana-kmana..dan pagi itu kita berempat berakhir di salah satu bis damri tujuan bandara soekarno hatta dari terminal kampung rambutan….haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di KL, si uda nyewa mobil dari rentalan mobil di kampusnya..emg ceunah mah anak2 UIAM(universitas islam antarbangsa Malaysia)-tempat kuliah si uda- itu banyak yang nambahin biaya hidup nya dari rental mobil itu….jadi deh slama 4 hari mobil hitam dengan type kenari itu menemani kemanapun kami pergi..hheeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan ketika hari kembali ke negeri telah tiba, kita naik air asia lagi…tapi sayangny…kali ini gw ma nyokap kebagian duduk paling blakang! Ah shit..kirain teh duduk paling blakang bakalan sama2 juga sama tpt duduk yang lainny..eh ternyata tuh tempat duduk kagak bner2 bikin bdan tegak dan jadi ga bisa nyender lebih jauh lagi k blkg nya..huhhhhuu X’(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Technology &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orrait..boleh lah gw ngaku buat yang satu ini..emg kyknya malaysia udah melaju pesat banget kalo buat urusan kyk gini..mesin byr parkir otomatis..mesin byr tol otomatis..pengisian bensin otomatis..tombol pada lampu merah untuk menunjukkan pejalan kaki mau nyebrang..dan aahh banyak lagi lah...ditambah dgn ketertiban dan keteraturan kota mereka..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pas nyampe di jkt, gw langsung ngebandingin keteraturannya sm di Kl,dan jujur emg kalah sih...tp ttp lah,indonesia ttp no 1 di hatikuh..hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...overall..ttp lah indonesia mah the best tea lah..mo gimana juga..mo bandung bau juga,mo jakarta macet-banjir-panas trus juga,mo pemerintahnya ttp korupsi juga, mo indonesia dibilang indon juga...i still love u more than any lah..hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yaa..walopun maap yak kalo tiba2 gw ngikutin jejak si uda mjd salah satu warga kampus UIAM disana..heheehehe&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/5865490380454231637-828182980597628426?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/828182980597628426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=828182980597628426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-5716971228394149569</id><published>2008-01-14T18:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T19:16:47.470+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><title type='text'>I'm coming back home ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kircon&lt;/span&gt;...I'M HOME NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hehe...tunggu cerita2 ttg liburan yiiaaaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-5716971228394149569?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/5716971228394149569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-1635290949750771626</id><published>2008-01-09T09:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:50:00.649+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><title type='text'>ngomongin mimpi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Morning !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.03 pagi disini..baru bangun..wehehe, wajarlah,namanya juga liburan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatau knapa, baru aja beberapa menit yang lalu, tiba2 mood gw buat nulis dateng tiba2. Jadi aja, gw yang sbenernya masih terkantuk-kantuk, dan masih di selimuti perasaan bt gara2 mimpi yang baru gw alamin, langsung balik ke kamar tidur lagi,dan ngambil laptop buat nulis ni postingan.&lt;br /&gt;ennn…ngomongin tentang mimpi..sebenernya emg ini si alesan yang bikin mood gw bangkit pagi ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi gini ceritanya,&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya pagi ini gw dibangunin rada pagian ama si mbak,nyokap suruh olahraga. Tapi dasar gw nya yang males,jadi misi si mbak bwt bgunin gw gagal. So,gw tidur lagi lah paste. Nah, pas gw bangun dengan sendirinya, tiba2 perasaan gw langsung ga enak. Kyknya ada yang ngeganjel gitu dech. Trus langsung gw mikir..mmm..bentar..tadi gw mimpi apa yaaah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHIT!&lt;/span&gt; Sialan..!&lt;br /&gt;Gw mimpi dia! Eugggghhh….&lt;br /&gt;Ok2, tadi tuh gw mimpi &lt;em&gt;mantan&lt;/em&gt; gebetan gw, yaa..yang sebenernya,setelah hampir 5 thn dari waktu itu, kyknya gw harus &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jujur&lt;/span&gt; sampe menit ini gw masih ada rasa gedek dan penasaran sama dia..ahhh..knp si tiba2 harus dia lagi ? jangan Tanya gw lah,gw juga bingung knp dlm waktu 5 thn gw masi -ok disini gw brusaha jujur aj dech- ada prasaan sm dia. Dia ga cakep2 amat kok. Bego malah. bedegong pula. Rich? kyknya ga gtu juga d. Tapi knp yaa..kyknya ada something from him that makes me wonder..(alah lagu bgt)..ga, ga..maksud gw, ada something from him, yang bikin gw kagum bgt. Dan kyknya ga setiap orang yang punya ‘itu’. Gataulah..liyeur juga ngomongin ginian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah ach,,Balik lagi soal mimpi..&lt;br /&gt;Dari dulu sampe skrg, mimpi gw ga ada yang beres deh perasaan.&lt;br /&gt;Dari yang dikejar2 monster,mimpi gw nikah trus &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘begituan’&lt;/span&gt;,sampe mimpi jalan2 ke luar negri. Nah, yang terakhir nih, yang sering bikin gw gedek bgt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya kan emg gw tuh tipe orang yang pengen banget jalan2 keliling dunia, nah pas waktu itu nyokap gw baru pulang keliling eropa, unfortunatenya gw ga diajak &lt;strong&gt;(mampusss).&lt;/strong&gt; Ehh..tiba2 aja gw miimpi gw lagi bli mcDonald di itali dan kebelet kencing gara2 ngantri klamaan. (haha ga lucu)…dan ga itali aja kok yang pernah gw singgahin..abis tu mimpi,ternyata gw dapet kesempatan buat pergi ke Australia,India,jepang,dan malay&lt;br /&gt;Sia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ets,tp ternyata Tuhan saat ini lagi sejalan sama gw.&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia here we come!!!!! Aseekk..yaaa..walopun CUMA Malaysia doang, yg &lt;strong&gt;KATANYA&lt;/strong&gt; maling hartanya Indonesia, yang &lt;strong&gt;KATANYA&lt;/strong&gt; sering ngebantai warga Indonesia..yang &lt;strong&gt;KATANYA&lt;/strong&gt; berubah nama jadi ‘malingsia’…&lt;br /&gt;yaa..jangan salahkan aku juga lah..abisnya si uda skolah disana sich, jadi weh kita kan punya alesan juga ngapain kesana…&lt;br /&gt;Yaa..afterall,yang penting mimpi gw terkabul juga lah saat ini…&lt;br /&gt;Doain ya semuanya lancar2 aj!!! AMINNN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-1635290949750771626?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/1635290949750771626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=1635290949750771626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1635290949750771626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/1635290949750771626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2008/01/ngomongin-mimpi.html' title='ngomongin mimpi...'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-3805726247958360073</id><published>2007-12-26T21:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:57:27.744+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school&apos;s event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osis&apos;s event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday goes on..'/><title type='text'>Turn on the HOLIDAY !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Haaaaaaaa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ga)&lt;/span&gt;akhirnya..libur juga. Hhehe. Abis gmn dongs,sebenernya maah,gw masih pengen skolah sih, asal ga blajar ajah.wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngomongin tentang liburan sekolah..knapa yah,selalu deh,setiap awal liburan gini,tiba2 gw jadi kangen ke skolah. Ga lucu juga sih, harusnya mah kita girang libur tlah tiba,ini malah pengen balik skolah lagi…but that’s the fact! Gw juga bingung. Malah parahnya, prnah yah, pas liburan kapaan gitu,gw sampe nangis gara2 kangen sama sekolah and the people for sure. 10 jempol lah buat smuth yang bisa bikin kyk gini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalo diliat dari keadaan mental dan fisik sih, kyknya emang gw butuh banget yang namanya liburan. Gimana enggak, dari awal masuk abis liburan lebaran, yang namanya kegiatan sekolah tuh ga ada brenti2nya!. Dari yang pekan ulangan 2, dua minggu setelah msuk liburan..trus dilanjutin Kegiatan Observasi rumpun slama 4 hari..trus seminggu setelahnya langsung ulangan umum pula..blum abis, 3 hari stelahnya langsung ada kegiatan akbari (ajang kreativitas barudak muthahhari ) selama 3 hari…Dan itu juga blum termasuk acara2 yang diselenggarain sekolah,osis/mpk ato club2 lainnya…ga itu pemilihan ketos + pengurus osis lah, ato ngumpul organisasi filmuther(plus tugas2ny),juga kerjaan websmuth yang sampe sekarang masih blum selese (hampura ya a’dadan!!),,trus acara talkshow tetralogi laskar pelangi lah..trus acara potong hewan qurban …dan yang terakhir kmaren, acara u/ memperingati hari ibu, ‘Kasih untuk Panti Jompo’ yang diselenggarai di Gedung Pindad hari minggu kmaren ini…huuufff…tp lucky-nya, gw selalu aja dapet kebagian andil di setiap acara itu… =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang bikin terharunya, gw serasa ngalamin kejadian 1 tahun yang lalu..pas ngerjain dekor lnc yang menggunakan format&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/R3455kRdImI/AAAAAAAAABU/ivPzA2VvEgo/s1600-h/MANTAP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151618684910641762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="174" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/R3455kRdImI/AAAAAAAAABU/ivPzA2VvEgo/s320/MANTAP.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SKS( system kebut semalam), dan ternyata sekarang, pas gw kebagian jadi kordinator dekor akbari, tuh format kita pake lagi..tapi gimana ya, namanya juga anak smuth gitu loch, berhasil juga lah akhirnya…makasih buat tim dekor + peralatan(litha,fahman,vina,muzda,anwar) yang udah mau gw marah2in,gw suruh2,ga paksa2..and especially buat anak2 diluar tim dekor yang udah mau sukarela, mau itu Cuma ngerecokin, nemenin,bantuin, ato Cuma nyanyi2 ga jelas …buat firszal yang udah mau bantuin lagi, buat rahman,andry,hussein,geby,pepi,vani,dea,bibiw…makasiih pisuun lah pokoknya mah…lovvvvvveeeuall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-3805726247958360073?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/3805726247958360073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=3805726247958360073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3805726247958360073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/3805726247958360073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2007/12/turn-on-holiday.html' title='Turn on the HOLIDAY !!!!'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/R3455kRdImI/AAAAAAAAABU/ivPzA2VvEgo/s72-c/MANTAP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5865490380454231637.post-2213706429668864332</id><published>2007-12-08T19:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T19:45:59.975+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day after day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitty conversation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nu class'/><title type='text'>Diskusi anak2 pintar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Akhir-akhir ini kelas ipa jadi punya acara diskusi bareng. Anggota tetapnya gw, dea, alvi, dan jawad. Yaaa, walopun membernya masih dikit, tapi kadang juga ada beberapa anak-anak yang ikut nimbrung, mau itu ngerecokin, ngasih komen, ato Cuma buat ikut2an ktawa doang. Diskusi yang diawali dengan rasa ingin menyalurkan pemikiran2 dari masing2 anggota dan keinginanan untuk mengisi waktu senggang dikala istrahat sekolah itu, udah punya beberapa topik . Ga jauh-jauh dari masalah anak SMA lah..cinta, film or musik, liburan, maen, shittyschool, ato perangai beberapa guru yang bikin pengang mata dan kuping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu yang masih gw inget sampe sekarang dari pertama kali kita buka forum diskusi itu. Pas pertama kali Alvi mengeluarkan statement nya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“ ah, Cewe tuh gampang ditebak. Dikasih gombal dikit aja, langsung deh terbang..! “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Spontan gw naek darah.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“ Iya!! Itu tuh yang bikin gw kesel sama cowo! Najis deh, enak banget sih mainin perasaan cewek. Huuuh!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, kayaknya emang result membuktikan kalo pemikiran alvi diatas hampir 100% bener. Kenyataan yang ada, emang bener kalo cewek gampang banget di buat melayang. Beruntungnya, gw termasuk yang ga gampang gitu aja digombalin cowok. Ngerasa ga sih, kayaknya malah jijik aja ngeliat cowo yang dikit2 bilang cinta lah, sayang lah, dan sebagainya itu.&lt;br /&gt;Emm, kalo udah inget kata2nya alvi pas itu, rasanya pengen banget deh gw lempar tuh cowok cowok. Ah, Tuhan..knp ya cinta itu dahsyat banget. Bisa bikin orang senyam senyum ga jelas, trus sedetik kemudian bikin orang itu got a weep. Bisa bikin suasana hati seseorang berbunga-bunga dan bersemangat, trus ga lama setelah itu suddenly bikin hati sakit banget.&lt;br /&gt;Eugh! Gw kesel banget kalo udah ngomongin ginian, rasanya ga ada jalan keluarnya. Kalo udah kayak gini rasanya mending ga usah tau apa itu cinta. Eh tapi jangan ketang, ntar ga seru dong idup gw kalo gitu. Ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaudlah,&lt;br /&gt;About my h8 s(cool) stories…Kita baru pulang dari OBSERVASI RUMPUN loooooh!!! Waahhahaa.! BANGGA lah gw, secara akhirnya ada juga acara besar yang didalemnya angkatan 15 ikut jadi pesertanya. Jadi kan sekarang gw tenang, seenggaknya udah ada kenangan bareng mereka. Observasi kali ini digabung bareng beberapa acara lainnya, alhasil kegiatan 4 hari dari tanggal 27-30 November kmaren itu padet banget jadwalnya. Tujuannya juga beda2 setiap hari. Dari hari ptama yang ke TMII , trus lanjut ke pandegelang, besoknya ke kampung baduy, next ke banten lama, dan ditutup dgn rekreasi ke Dufan itu..haaaaa,,,,kesimpulanny mah seru lah. Apalagi kalo inget2 perjalanan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;naik-turun-gunung-bercucuran-peluh&lt;/span&gt; buat sampe ke kampung baduy itu..haaha..capek bok! Parah deh…jauh pisuunn, katanya mah ampir 5 km..mana suhunya tinggi banget lagi..haha,berhasil-lah program penurunan berat badan gw ini..hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang bikin deg2annya, hari ini udah mulai ULANGAN UMUM. Buset nih sekolah, seneng banget sih banyak kerjaan. Ga jalan2lah, ga bikin tugas numpuk lah, trus skrg nyuruh kita Ulum. Mantap deh.mmh, sumpahnya lah, gw mah degdegan banget ngadepin ulum kali ini… =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5865490380454231637-2213706429668864332?l=spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/feeds/2213706429668864332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5865490380454231637&amp;postID=2213706429668864332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2213706429668864332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5865490380454231637/posts/default/2213706429668864332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spellbackwardartic.blogspot.com/2007/12/diskusi-anak2-pintar.html' title='Diskusi anak2 pintar'/><author><name>Citra Rahmatika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09470640461854597462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzlWS1grjBQ/TKncp0ilqhI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_URag_uhX08/S220/_MG_4468.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
