<?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-18068878</id><updated>2011-11-25T07:02:06.574+07:00</updated><title type='text'>~nYobZ~</title><subtitle type='html'>Seseorang yang sepintas dilihat sangat serius dan cenderung galak. Sangat terlihat "powerful" and "strong" in every ways. Walaupun ternyata sisi "kekuatan"nya itu merupakan perisai yang melindungi rasa yang rapuh, bahkan cenderung teramat rapuh. Apakah anda setuju dengan istilah "Orang yang terlihat paling kuat dan perkasa justru dia lah orang yang paling lemah dan rapuh"...
Well that's me for sure... For those of you not knowing it, just look and see. And tell me what you see about me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113742850834321642</id><published>2006-01-16T22:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:21:48.396+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gila Baca Buku</title><content type='html'>&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;blogitemcomments&gt;Gara2 beli buku "kok putusin gue", udah sebulan lebih ini gw keranjingan beli buku2 novel plus gila baca juga. Secara tiba2, dlm waktu sebulan lebih buku koleksi gw meningkat tajam jumlahnya. Huebat...benar2 sebuah prestasi. Hal ini terjadi selain krn terpancing oleh buku karangan &lt;a href="http://www.istribawel.com"&gt;Ninit Yunita&lt;/a&gt; itu, disebabkan juga karena gw punya prinsip baru yaitu "Buku adalah investasi". Jd belilah buku sebanyak mungkin walaupun tdk bs lgsg dibaca saat itu juga. Suatu saat dia bisa dibaca kapan saja, dan bs diwariskan untuk anak &amp; cucu di masa mendatang. Waw, ga gw bgt tuh...hehehe...setidaknya sekarang ternyata begitu kenyataannya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koleksi yg nambah antara lain:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bukunya C. S. Lewis - Series of Cronicles of Narnia (lengkap 7 bukunya)&lt;br /&gt;2. Bukunya Ninit Yunita - Kok putusin gue, Test Pack&lt;br /&gt;3. Bukunya Albertiene Endah - Jodoh Monica, Cewek Matre&lt;br /&gt;4. Bukunya Andrei Aksana - Pretty Prita&lt;br /&gt;5. Bukunya Primadonna Angela - Quarter Life Fear&lt;br /&gt;6. Bukunya Ratih Sang - Kerudungmu Tak Sekedar Cantik&lt;br /&gt;7. Bukunya kumpulan cerpenis Islam(Gola Gong dll) - Antologi Cerpen 1: Can u keep the secret?&lt;br /&gt;8. Bukunya Tria Barnawi - Lost In Teleporter&lt;br /&gt;9. Bukunya Aoyama Gosho - Detective Conan 43&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya waktu hr Minggu kmrn, gw pngn beli bnyk buku tp dana terbatas. Jd hrs pintar2 memilah2 buku yg mana yg asik dan urgent dibeli &amp;amp; urgent dibaca. Btw list buku2 gw yg belom terbeli msh cukup bnyk lho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bener bgt lho. Budaya gemar membaca emang hrs digalakkan. Caranya adalah dgn mulai membaca buku yg paling km sukai &amp;amp; ga perlu bacaan yg berat. Yg penting km suka, menarik and ga perlu tebel2 juga bukunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcomments&gt;    &lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113742850834321642?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113742850834321642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113742850834321642&amp;isPopup=true' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113742850834321642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113742850834321642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2006/01/gila-baca-buku.html' title='Gila Baca Buku'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113680220894267226</id><published>2006-01-09T16:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:34:30.236+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadya &amp; Fanny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/1600/%40nadya%27s3_07jan06.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/200/%40nadya%27s3_07jan06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua-duanya lucu. Muka sama2 bulet, pipinya tembem. Kulitnya sehalus kapas, putih bersinar. Bibirnya merah merekah. Senyumnya manis. Dan yang pasti selalu ceria and bikin gemes. Klo lagi manja, pasti langsung deket2 melulu. Trus ngomongnya tiba2 langsung pelaaaan sekali, pdhal sebelumnya ceriwis bgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113680220894267226?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113680220894267226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113680220894267226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113680220894267226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113680220894267226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2006/01/nadya-fanny.html' title='Nadya &amp; Fanny'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113507044610206046</id><published>2005-12-20T10:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T16:20:46.413+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cronicles of Narnia: The Magician's Nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/1600/narnia0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/320/narnia0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Digory and Polly discover a secret passage that links their houses, and are tricked into vanishing out of this world and into the World of Charn, where they wake up the evil Queen Jadis. There, they witness the creation of the Land of Narnia, as it is sung into being by the Great Lion, Aslan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Narnia already existed through&lt;em&gt; The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe&lt;/em&gt;, because C.S. Lewis actually wrote that book first. What he had to do in &lt;em&gt;The Magician's Nephew&lt;/em&gt; was to explain the story behind the story and to fill in some of the gaps. Why was there a lamp-post in Narnia? Where did the White Witch come from? And why were there Talking Animals like Mr. and Mrs. Beaver? And, most important of all, how did the comings and goings between our world and the land of Narnia first begin?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, two children called Polly Plummer and Digory Kirke become friends because they happen to be living next door to each other in London. Digory is staying with his uncle and aunt because his father is working in India and his mother is very ill. Unfortunately for Digory, his uncle is both evil and weak. He is also a magician ...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span class="quote"&gt;... the very first thing Uncle Andrew did was to walk across to the door of the room, shut it and turn the key in the lock. Then he turned round, fixed the children with his bright eyes, and smiled, showing all his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;     "I am delighted to see you," he said. "Two children are just what I&lt;br /&gt;  wanted ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Terrifyingly, Uncle Andrew wants to experiment with magic but he hasn't the courage to try it on himself. The children are tricked into taking part and even though they are much braver and more sensible than he is, they are quite unprepared for what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  The story leads the reader into the Wood between the Worlds.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The trees grew close together and were so leafy that Digory could get no glimpse of the sky. All the light was green light that came through the leaves; but there must have been a very strong sun overhead, for this green daylight was bright and warm. It was the quietest wood you could imagine and you could almost feel the trees growing.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;This is the gateway to many different kinds of worlds, from the desolate Charn where Queen Jadis once ruled through fear and cruelty, to a world not yet created. It is here that Digory and Polly meet Aslan for the first time and Aslan begins the wonderful song of creation which brings about the dawn of the first day in Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;If you read on you will discover how Queen Jadis (who later becomes the White Witch) escapes from Charn; how the very first King and Queen of Narnia are chosen; and how Digory is almost tempted by Jadis to steal the Apple of Life. The book also tells how a very famous wardrobe came to be made and why, many years later, four other children could slip through the "chinks and chasms" between our world and the land of Narnia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;blogitemcomments&gt;    &lt;/blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113507044610206046?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113507044610206046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113507044610206046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113507044610206046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113507044610206046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/12/cronicles-of-narnia-magicians-nephew.html' title='The Cronicles of Narnia: The Magician&apos;s Nephew'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113498794043260083</id><published>2005-12-19T13:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T17:29:34.646+07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 in 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/1600/winindsin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/200/winindsin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;/blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;Tiga orang tinggal dlm satu rumah, 3 karakter, beda gender, beda usia, beda pekerjaan and beda interest. Sebut aja mereka Bigbro, Bigsis &amp; Lilsis. Bigbro berumur late 20's, Bigsis middle 20's and Lilsis early 20's. Biarpun lebih banyak perbedaannya, tapi mereka semua punya satu kesamaan yaitu "keras kepala". Dalam perbedaan terdapat satu kesatuan di dalamnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;blogitemcomments style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bigbro. &lt;/blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;blogitemcomments&gt;Seorang engineer namun punya watak bisnis yang cukup kuat. Semua hal bisa dijadikannya peluang untuk berbisnis. Punya orientasi kuat dalam segala hal. Dulu sempat kena korban "mati gaya" tp berkat jasa-jasa Bigsis&amp;Lilsis dia akhirnya bisa keluar dr situ. Kembali ke hal bisnisnya. Salah satu cara yg dia tempuh untuk mempromosikan bisnisnya adalah melalui &lt;a href="http://winahyos.blogspot.com/"&gt;blognya.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emang sih msh bs dihitung sebagai pemula. Tp it's ok kok, isinya jg menarik. Isinya ga berhubungan dgn bisnisnya selalu tp tentang keseharian pekerjaannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bigsis. &lt;/span&gt;Karirnya diawali di bidang akuntansi dan sekarang udah jd teller di salah satu &lt;a href="http://www.bii.co.id/"&gt;bank&lt;/a&gt; di jakarta. Bigsis punya selera yang ok banget soal style. Good taste for clothing. Makanya ga salah deh kalo ngajak dia buat berbelanja. Udah pasti pilihannya cocok ama Bigbro&amp;Lilsis. &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/profiles/meity"&gt;Dia&lt;/a&gt; juga berperan besar dalam hal menyelamatkan Bigbro dr penyakit "mati gaya". Bigsis ini lumayan "talkative" apa lagi ama keluarga. Sekilas pendiam, sekejab tenang, selanjutnya mengaum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lilsis.&lt;/span&gt; Seorang engineer jg spt Bigbro tp lebih memilih bidang engineer yg berada di belakang meja. Lebih "galak" dibanding yang lain, lebih keras kepala tp lebih.... (apa ya...?) kayaknya utk hal ini sulit untuk digambarkan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ketiganya... &lt;/span&gt;klo ud ketemu paling asik cerita macem2. Tentang kerjaan, baju, interior rumah, bikin blog yg bagus, film yg oke, jalan2 ke mall bertiga. Trus belanja kebutuhan rumah and ksh oleh2 buat mama&amp;papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ketiganya... &lt;/span&gt;sama2 keras kepala, ga mau ngalah, klo marah senengnya teriak-teriak. Di luar terlihat "cool" tp klo ud marah bakal jd "on fire".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;a href="http://winahyos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;    &lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113498794043260083?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113498794043260083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113498794043260083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113498794043260083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113498794043260083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/12/3-in-1.html' title='3 in 1'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113462022503636360</id><published>2005-12-15T11:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T13:50:34.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/1600/harrypotter6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/320/harrypotter6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; HARRY yang di tahun keenamnya di Hogwarts diangkat jadi kapten tim Quidditch Gryffindor heran sekali, mendadak Quidditch jadi sangat populer. Banyak sekali anak yang mendaftar ingin masuk tim, bahkan sampai ada anak-anak Hufflepuff dan Ravenclaw yang menyelundup. Tetapi, seperti kata Hermione,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  "Bukan Quidditch yang ngetop, tapi kau! Kau belum pernah semenarik ini, dan jujur saja, kau belum pernah sekeren ini.&lt;br /&gt;"...Seluruh dunia sihir harus mengakui kau benar soal Voldemort telah kembali dan bahwa kau telah menghadapinya dua kali dalam dua tahun terakhir ini dan berhasil selamat dalam dua-duanya. Dan sekarang mereka menyebutmu 'Sang Terpilih' ---nah, coba, tidak bisakah kau melihat kenapa orang terpesona olehmu?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pantas saja gadis-gadis sampai nekat mau memberikan ramuan cinta kepada Harry. Namun Harry tidak memusingkan semua ini. Hanya ada satu gadis yang memenuhi pikirannya. Lagi pula dia sangat sibuk. Tahun ini Dumbledore memberinya pelajaran privat. Mempersiapkannya menghadapi musuh bebuyutannya, Lord Voldemort. Seperti dikatakan Ron, Dumbledore pasti tak akan membuang-buang waktu memberinya pelajaran kalau dia menganggap Harry pecundang---dia pasti berpendapat Harry punya peluang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Harry mengira cita-citanya untuk menjadi Auror telah kandas, karena nilai Ramuan-nya tidak mencukupi. Namun dia keliru. Tahun ini Snape tidak lagi mengajar Ramuan, dan Harry menjadi yang paling pintar dalam kelas Ramuan---berkat bantuan Pangeran Berdarah-Campuran!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table style="width: 9px; height: 15px; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;hr style="height: 3px;" color="#cc00cc"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;hr color="#cc00cc"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;hr color="#cc00cc"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;hr color="#cc00cc"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;         &lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;/blogitemcomments&gt; &lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113462022503636360?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113462022503636360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113462022503636360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113462022503636360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113462022503636360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/12/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113454944694406632</id><published>2005-12-14T15:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:37:26.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/1600/narnia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/320/narnia1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy find their way through an old wardrobe into the world of Narnia. There, they unite with Aslan to fight the White Witch and save Narnia from perpetual Darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;Four children, Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy Pevensie, are sent into the country to live with Professor Kirke because of the air-raids on wartime London. On their first morning, it pours with rain and they play hide-and-seek indoors. Lucy scrambles inside an old wardrobe full of coats, only to find:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;... that what was rubbing against her face and hands was no longer soft fur but something hard and rough and even prickly.&lt;br /&gt;"Why, it is just like the branches of trees!" exclaimed Lucy. And then she saw that there was a light ahead of her; not a few inches away from where the back of the wardrobe ought to have been, but a long way off. Something cold and soft was falling on her. A moment later she found that she was standing in the middle of a wood at night-time with snow under her feet and snowflakes falling through the air ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy is in Narnia, but the country is in the grip of the White Witch's spells and it is always winter. The Witch had come into Narnia many years before, and there is only one way in which her evil magic can be overthrown. It has been foretold that her reign will end when two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve sit on the four thrones at the castle of Cair Paravel. So the Witch has made sure that anyone who sees a human in Narnia will tell her straight away - or be turned into stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy narrowly escapes being trapped, and slips back through the wardrobe, scared, excited, and not a little bewildered to find that her adventures have taken no time at all in her own world. Not surprisingly, her brothers and sisters don't believe her story, especially as the wardrobe remains obstinately a wardrobe! Narnian magic is not like a light switch: you cannot turn it off and on at will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the children do go back into Narnia when they least expect it and find everything just as Lucy described - only perhaps more real and more frightening. The kindly Mr. and Mrs. Beaver keep them safe from the White Witch's secret police - but there is a traitor in their midst and the four children soon discover that only Aslan can protect them from the terrifying danger that threatens to destroy them all ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113454944694406632?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113454944694406632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113454944694406632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113454944694406632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113454944694406632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/12/cronicles-of-narnia-lion-witch-and.html' title='The Cronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113453911128840783</id><published>2005-12-14T12:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T12:45:11.310+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mabol Elektro UI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/1600/IMG_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/320/IMG_0113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;Mabol (main bola) elektro diadain tgl 10 dec 05 kmrn di lapangan F Senayan. Acara ini hasil ide dr alumni2 angkatan tua yang kebetulan lg kangen2nya pngn ketemuan plus skalian butuh olahraga. Awalnya acara ini mau diadan jam 6 pagi, tp udah pasti ga ada yg sangguplah bgn sepagi itu. Akhirnya acara diundur jd jam 8 pg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penyumbang utama acara ini adalah org yg bela2in bayarin seluruh biaya sewa lapangan, sayangnya gw lupa namanya siapa. Klo ga salah dia termasuk angkatan 92 deh--tp ga tau jg abis lupa sih. Seksi sibuknya sendiri adalah Metha e'92 yang katanya merupakan mantan ketua IME tahun 95 (berdasarkan kesaksian my big bro yg termasuk angktn 95). Trus, angktn tua lainnya yg sibuk malakin junior2nya, antara lain Mba Day e'89 &amp; Pak Wah e'89. Untungnya gw ga kena--hahaha. Biarlah urusan keuangan dserahkan kpd senior2 yg lebih mapan untuk diminta keikhlasannya :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama acara berlangsung, diadain 2 kali pertandingan antara angakatan "Tua" dan angkatan "Muda". Kriteria angktn muda adalah angktan 95 kebawah, sedangkan angktn tua sebaliknya. Oleh karena adanya perbedaan umur yg cukup besar antara kedua kubu tsb maka sudah jlslah siapa yg menang, ofcourse the Young generation lah.....  Yang dtg ga cuma org2 yg main bola aja tp  ada jg yg hanya sekedar nonton dan ketemuan dgn yg lain. Contohnya adalah "saya" sendiri. Yang hanya berperan sebagai petugas registrasi &amp; bantu2 soal makanan. Konsumsi disini free for all lho. Makanya org2 pada ganas2 smua--emang demen gratisan seeeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apalg ya yg blom gw ceritain. Oia, ce2 2000 yg dtg kebetulan hanya gw &amp;amp;Dian. Ga masalah cm berdua aja, kita ttp enjoy kok. Malah kita bs kenal alumni2 yg taun "jebot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113453911128840783?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113453911128840783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113453911128840783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113453911128840783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113453911128840783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/12/mabol-elektro-ui.html' title='Mabol Elektro UI'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113410772963762724</id><published>2005-12-09T12:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:55:29.646+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Konser "Yang Terbaik Bagimu"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/1600/IMG_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/320/IMG_0120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah dalam seminggu persiapan memilah-milih lagu berlangsung, serta dengan dua kali latihan. Akhirnya tanggal 3 Desember 2005 tepatnya midnight, str00m berhasil manggung dengan sangat gemilang. Salah satu lagu yang dinyanyikan adalah "Yang terbaik bagimu/jangan lupakan ayah" dari ADAband. Lagu ini dibawain sama Hendro sebagai male vocal and myself *ehem..ehem as the female vocal plus backing vocal yg ga sempat pernah latihan sebelumnya (onyay, dian &amp; adu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara teknis lagu ini cukup sulit karena karakter suara vokalis ADA yang cukup khas *suaranya berat bgt, dipadu dengan suara Gita Gutawa yg tinggiiii abiz. Alhasil aransemen yg diambil oleh para musician str00m adalah dengan menurunkan nada aslinya. Ketika perform lagu ini, Hendro lumayan ok walaupun temponya jd lebih lambat. Sedangkan waktu bagian gw nyanyi malah sember, gara2 suara ud cukup abis akibat nyanyi lagu2 sebelumnya. Sehingga waktu manggung, di baris pertama lagu, gw ga kuat ngambil nada tinggi jdnya "falz" *ampyuuuunnn memalukan... Tapi Alhamdulillah temen2 backing vocal pd teriak "Ga pa-pa....!" Hahahaha...rasa percaya diri gw malah jd tambah bukannya surut.... Berkat dukungan temen2 itu pula, gw bisa ngelanjutin lagunya sampai abis dengan bagus *cuit...cuit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam itu emang bener2 puas deh, secara garis besar penampilan stroom setelah setahun yg lalu terkahir manggung ternyata tetap menarik para penggemarnya terutama angkatan 2002&amp;amp;2003. Pelajaran bwt gw malem itu adalah, hrs sering2 latihan vocal &amp; pernapasan and jgn kbnykn mkn gorengan terutama menjelang tampil (hihihihi, sok penyanyi profesional bgt seeeh...). Dengan suksesnya penampilan stroom, ga sabar deh utk tampil lagi tahun depan.... Mudah2an aja tahun depan masih bs lagi kyk kmrn bahkan bisa lebih baik lagi, amiiiin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113410772963762724?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113410772963762724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113410772963762724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113410772963762724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113410772963762724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/12/konser-yang-terbaik-bagimu.html' title='Konser &quot;Yang Terbaik Bagimu&quot;'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113385475136563764</id><published>2005-12-06T12:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:59:29.230+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makro 2005...Rocks...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/1600/IMG_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/320/IMG_0130.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;blogitemcomments&gt;Makro atau Malam Keakraban Elektro adalah acara yang diselenggarakan oleh maba (mahasiswa baru.red) untuk lebih mengakrabkan diri dengan para seniornya dan alumni. Makro tahun ini diselenggarakan tanggal 3-4 Desember 2005 kemarin. Lokasinya di daerah Cisarua Puncak, tepatnya di Villa ....&amp;.... (apa ya namanya...lupa boo). Dari panitia sudah disediakan sarana transportasi berupa tronton dan berangkat pukul 13.00 WIB, hr Sabtu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk angkatan 2000 (termasuk diriku ini) transportasi terdiri dari 4 buah mobil. Dua Mobil Honda jazz (silver&amp;amp;hitam)--&gt; punya Ridho &amp; Cholis, satu Toyota Ice silver (matic neh..)--&gt; punya Onyay, and satu Toyota Avanza silver--&gt; punya Rene. Honda jazz silver sudah meluncur duluan siang harinya dan sampe pukul 18.30. Sedangkan sisanya baru berangkat jam 9 mlm, gara2 saling tunggu-menunggu orang akhirnya jam keberangkatan jadi molor. Untungnya acara blom sampe puncak waktu rombongan terakhir datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planningnya begini, jam setengah 3 sore kita semua janjian di Gelael Tebet (Betsy, Adu &amp;amp; Dian ketemuan sama Dananto &amp; Cholis)untuk selanjutnya sama2 ke studio buat latihan terakhir sblm manggung di Makro. Berhubung kalo sabtu siang itu jalanan macet, jdnya br smp sana jam 3 sore and smp studio jam stgh 4 lwt. Langsung lah kami berlatih dengan giatnya. Maklum, inikan "gladi resik" jd persiapan mesti matang. Sewaktu latihan, tiba2 ada tambahan dua lagu baru, "waduh ga tau gimana nyanyinya......argh...." Tapi berhubung kami adalah "fast learner" maka berhasillah satu lagu baru tambahan untuk ditampilkan...."cihuy...mantab deh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After latihan (pas adzan magrib) kita semua lgsg meluncur ke rumah Hendro buat solat magrib &amp;amp; makan malem (gratisss...*norak bgt seh). Abis solat&amp;makan, kita msh aja blom brgkt (lama banget seh..) soalnya biasalah karakteristik anak elektro kerjaannya tunggu-tungguan akibatnya molor lagi molor lagi.... Akhirnya spt yg udah disebut di atas, gerombolan terakhir br bs brgkt jam 9 lwt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendekati lokasi, arah arus cukup padat *udah mulai bosen, kelamaan di jln ga nyampe2 juga. Sesampainya di pasar Cisarua, langsung deh masuk belokan yang letaknya persis di sebrang pasar. Payah neh panitianya masa penunjuk jalannya ga keliatan gitu. Untung ga salah jalan. Setelah masuk belokan itu, bukan berarti perjalanan tinggal sdkt lg lho. Vila yg disewa sm panitia letaknya jauuuuuuh ke dalam. Waduh mana jalannya masuknya gelap bgt. Serem juga klo nyasar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vila yang dituju ktm jg akhirnya setelah lumayan lama. Pas dateng di sana, angkatan 2003 lagi manggung trus disusul 2002 yang nampilin band and also acapella dadakan plus kroyokan. Tdnya ce2 2000(betsy, dian, onyay&amp;amp; adu) diajak buat ikutannya nyanyi, maksudnya biar yg manggung itu angkatan 2002, 2004 &amp; 2000 dgn kata lain yg manggung itu angkatan genap semua. Tp berhubung waktu yang dibikin mepet sm panitia serta terlalu bnyk org di panggung, ya sud deh...2002 aja yg tampil. Toh setiap angkatan pny jatah tampil juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menjelang akhir penampilan angktn 2002, sempat tersiar kabar klo alumni ga dpt kesempatan buat perform. Aaaaah...tidak...!masa hasil jerih payah selama 3 hr (1 hr ketemuan buat nentuin lagu, and 2 hr utk latian) hrs terbuang percuma. Alhamdulillah, panitia ngerti juga "kebutuhan" para alumni yg "gila tampil" ini (kikikikik...). After anktn 2002 sls, panitia mempersilakan kpd angktn 2001 atau 2000 yg mau tampil duluan. Dr kerumunan penonton (yg notabene isinya didominasi 2001&amp;amp;2000), muncul teriak2an klo angktn 2000 disuruh tampil duluan. Untungnya panitia mendengar doaku *te elah... Yg tampil duluan adalah angktn 2001. As usual, and also "so very very predictable". Mrk tampil dgn sistem keroyokan plus pake nyela2 segala...*asli lah.. Mrk bikin panggung yg emang kecil itu keliatan lebih sumpek lg gara2 semua anak 2001 pngn tampil. Lagunya yg mereka nyanyiin itu antara lain: Seurius "Rocker jg manusia", Jikustik "1000 tahun"(dua lagu ini kan mau dinyanyiin juga ama 2000), Mars UI (yg versi psikologi, sastra ui and de-el-el) and ga tau lagi dah...pusing gw dgnrnya abis berisik bgt. Udah gitu mereka kebnykn ngomong dr pd nyanyi. Isi omongannya diantaranya ya cela-celaan deh. Oh, what ever deh mereka mo bilang apa...toh pd akhirnya mrk malu sendiri... (hahahahaha...puas liat muka mrk). Ketua angktn 2001 aja bilang,"Ampun 2000...ampun....", hahaha.... ternyata mereka nyerah juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giliran 2000 pun tiba, para anggota band lgsg naik ke atas and check sound. Selama itu pula, Yudha sbg lead vocal memperkenalkan para personil band &amp; sdkt ngebales celaan anak2 2001. After everything prepared, then musik pembuka melantun kira2 cm 2 menit sambil memanggil temen2 yg lain utk maju ke dpn panggung. Lagu pertama adalah "Rocker juga manusia" cuma klo yg ini versi asli bukan bajakan, gitu kata si Yudha. Kontan, semua penonton lgsg ketawa....:))&lt;br /&gt;Berasa bgt nancep di dada anak2 2001, apalagi stlh dinyanyiin. Suaranya Yudha lumay ok deh, utk yg satu ini emang jempol deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk lagu kedua, ce2 2000(betsy, adu, dian&amp;amp; onyay) lgsg diminta naik ke panggung oleh Hendro. Lagu kedua adalah TTM (teman tp mesra). Untuk bagian reff. lagu emang udah jatahnya ce2. Lagu TTM inilah yg paling heboh, respon dr penonton (penonton didominasi angktn 2003&amp;2002) bener2 di luar perkiraan. Mrk enjoy bgt, ikutan nyanyi bareng&amp;amp; macem2 deh pokoknya bikin suasana jd hidup bgt. Lagu selanjutnya "Someday i'll be Saturday Night"- Bon Jovi yg juga keren abis. Trus Electric Drill yg jg bgs beuth...disusul "Yg terbaik bagimu"- ADAband. Walaupun pas di lagu ADAband ini, gw sempet sember juga nyanyinya...*hahaha...tp ga papa. Lagu terakhir ditutup dgn "1000 tahun"-Jikustik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebat bgt deh penampilan kita, bagus bgt. Trus tepat bgt klo ditaro di akhir acara, jd puas bgt. Keep up the good job guyz.... Kita tunjukin klo angkatan kita solid bgt. Love u... Mudah2an ikatan kita will last forever, amiiiiin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113385475136563764?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113385475136563764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113385475136563764&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113385475136563764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113385475136563764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/12/makro-2005rocks.html' title='Makro 2005...Rocks...!!!'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113351059452100211</id><published>2005-12-02T13:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:10:31.296+07:00</updated><title type='text'>NMS Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;Rutinitas di NMS Nokia-Telkomsel dimulai dengan mencari kabel LAN dengan kondisi paling prima. Maklum, banyak orang yang silih berganti datang ke NMS. Yang datang untuk bekerja, mengambil data, meeting atau pun hanya untuk "menyetor muka" alias "just saying Hi". Jadi untuk para pekerja tetap NMS mesti pintar memilih kabel. Biasanya, setiap orang sudah punya kabel favorit. Kabel favoritku sendiri adalah kabel merah yang panjangnya medium dan klip penjepitnya masih komplit di kedua sisinya. Jadi sudah dapat dipastikan kalau koneksi hardware-nya ga gampang putus klo ketarik-tarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;Setelah itu mulailah membuka aplikasi-aplikasi yang dibutuhkan. Exceed adalah yang pertama kali dibuka. Tampilannya sih ga menarik, bahkan cenderung kaku dan membosankan. Dari segi estetika dan feminitas, Exceed sama sekali ga memenuhi persyaratan dan "ga cantik". Tapi mana mungkin seh aplikasi sehebat itu ga dipake cuma gara-gara "muka"nya yang ga bagus, please deh. Mau gimana juga, buat pekerja NMS mesti beradaptasi dan having fun dengan penampakan exceed yang kayak gitu. Sebenarnya bukan exceed lah yang dibuka pertama. Hehehe, yang buka exceed pertama saat laptop baru menyala hanyalah orang2 yang gila kerja atau pun pekerja NMS yang masih "baru". Hehehe, kayak aku dulu waktu baru masuk. Biasa lah, masih baru masih rajin... Setelah membuka exceed, disusul dengan CuteFTP&amp; email. Kemudian, begitu data-data telah didonlod dari server maka dibukalah Excel &amp;amp; Access. Satu hal yang menghidupkan hidup kami selama bekerja adalah Yahoo Messenger. Yesss, that's right guyz. YM dipakai untuk hal serius &amp;amp; santai. Serius kalau lagi ngomongin kerjaan dan santai kalau dipake buat ngobrol2 gosip..hhihihihihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekerjaan berakhir begitu smua data telah di-send ke seluruh team yang membutuhkan. Tapi buat teman-teman yang meng-execute CRF, kayaknya sehari butuh lebih dari 24 jam deh. Soalnya CRF tak kunjung berhenti mengisi inbox imel mereka. Ya, tapi mau gemana lagee? Emang resiko pekerjaan, dan mereka emang dibayar untuk itu. Jadi ketauan kan yang pulangnya on time dan yang mana yang "terpaksa" lembur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guyz, i think it's enough for global description of NMS Team. Kalo ada yang mau berkomentar, mari silahkan jangan malu-malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113351059452100211?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113351059452100211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113351059452100211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113351059452100211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113351059452100211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/12/nms-team.html' title='NMS Team'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113332649077016214</id><published>2005-11-30T11:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:54:50.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yang Terbaik Bagimu</title><content type='html'>&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;Teringat masa kecilku&lt;br /&gt;Kau peluk dan kau manja&lt;br /&gt;Indahnya saat itu&lt;br /&gt;Buatku melambung&lt;br /&gt;Disisimu terngiang&lt;br /&gt;Hangat nafas segar harum tubuhmu&lt;br /&gt;Kau tuturkan segala mimpi-mimpi&lt;br /&gt;serta harapanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau ingin ku menjadi&lt;br /&gt;Yang terbaik bagimu&lt;br /&gt;Patuhi perintahmu&lt;br /&gt;Jauhkan godaan&lt;br /&gt;Yang mungkin ku lakukan&lt;br /&gt;Dalam waktuku beranjak dewasa&lt;br /&gt;Jangan sampai membuatku&lt;br /&gt;Terbelenggu jatuh dan terinjak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan tolonglah&lt;br /&gt;Sampaikan sejuta sayangku untuknya&lt;br /&gt;Ku trus berjanji&lt;br /&gt;Takkan khianati pintanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah dengarlah&lt;br /&gt;Betapa sesungguhnya ku mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;Kan ku buktikan&lt;br /&gt;ku mampu penuhi maumu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andaikan detik ini kan bergulir kembali&lt;br /&gt;Kurindukan suasana&lt;br /&gt;basuh jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;membahagiakan aku&lt;br /&gt;yang haus akan kasih syangmu&lt;br /&gt;kau wujudkan segala&lt;br /&gt;sesuatu yang tlah terlewati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;Tuhan tolonglah&lt;br /&gt; Sampaikan sejuta sayangku untuknya&lt;br /&gt; Ku trus berjanji&lt;br /&gt; Takkan khianati pintanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ayah dengarlah&lt;br /&gt; Betapa sesungguhnya ku mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt; Kan ku buktikan&lt;br /&gt;ku mampu penuhi maumu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113332649077016214?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113332649077016214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113332649077016214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113332649077016214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113332649077016214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/11/yang-terbaik-bagimu.html' title='Yang Terbaik Bagimu'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113262899847241942</id><published>2005-11-22T09:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T10:09:58.483+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New offer with new option</title><content type='html'>&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;Ppfffiuuuuuhhh.... ehem..ehemm (clear throat)&lt;br /&gt;Yup, new offer and new option are coming to me. I'm still confusing what will happen. Masih bingung neh, nanti ngomongnya gimana. Sebaiknya apa yg hrs dikeluarkan dr mulut gw ini. Bagaimana supaya apa yg gw mau sampaikan dan diterima dengan tangan terbuka sehingga gw dapat apa yg gw mau. Dan semua pihak merasa puas dan senang. Amiiiin... Hhhhmmmm...keputusan sulit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to get advise from him. But he still don't reply it to me. So i'm still waiting. Kira2 dia bakalan ngasih saran apa ya? Dia bakalan kasih masukan apa ya? semoga dia tau apa yg gw mau, and dia ngerti baiknya gimana bwt gw. And semoga juga, dia bisa ngajarin gw gimana cara ngomong yang bener sehingga gw ga kena "jebakan maut" yg bakal keluar dr "mulut-mulut harimau". Amiiinn&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113262899847241942?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113262899847241942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113262899847241942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113262899847241942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113262899847241942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-offer-with-new-option.html' title='New offer with new option'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113254127524009010</id><published>2005-11-21T09:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T12:53:06.583+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl On The Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcomments&gt;What makes me use this title? I guess it's because i just watched a movie last night and she got a private blog (...like myself...ehem.../clear throat) and she named her blog "Girl On The Move". She got a pinky blog, and she made her journal about living in a place for a short term. Why in short term? Because she only stay in one place for about few months and then she move away to another part of the country. Few months on this and few months on that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lived with her mom and a little sister. The reason why they always moved is because her mom always runaway from her problem. Which is when she broke up with her boyfriend. Her mom never have guts to face her problem, and always running away to forget her "formal boyfriend". But i won't tell the whole story about them. You just only need to find the movie and watch it. The title is "The Perfect Man", starring Hillary Duff as Holly "the girl on the move", Heather Locklear as Jean "the mom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the "girl on the move" blog. I like it, because it is simple, a little bit pinkish, and modest. Otherwise, she had an apple laptop (...uuuuu, mau duong...). I want it that way...( come on, sing with me...the song from BSB).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i have another movie review which the title is "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants". I haven't finished watching it. But i remember a line from the movie "Love is a friendship on fire". Hhhhmmmm, i wonder is it right? Last night, i thought it was right, but today i don't think so? That's not a proper line. But i can't find the perfect one either (...so what...githu lho...?).&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;/blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113254127524009010?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113254127524009010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113254127524009010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113254127524009010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113254127524009010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/11/girl-on-move.html' title='Girl On The Move'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113230102060107128</id><published>2005-11-18T14:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T15:03:40.610+07:00</updated><title type='text'>d-e-w-a</title><content type='html'>&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcomments&gt;Udah seminggu ini dengerin lagu dewa melulu. Oia, before talking lebih lanjut ternyata ini postingan pertama yang isinya bukan tentang renungan (alias pikiran yang muncul ketika sedang melamun...:p ) ataupun puisi-puisi aneh yang ga jelas bisa masuk kategori puisi atau tidak. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila ya...?? Ternyata gw tuh udah lama bgt ga nulis. Waktu kuliah, kerjaannya nulis mulu. Bahkan terkenal dengan tulisan terpanjang yang nyaris kayak dongeng ataupun novel (..hahaha..). So happy to feel free like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang gw akan memulai cerita mengenai pemikiran-pemikiran yang sering "pop up" di kepala gw. These past 2 weeks, i still wondering what will happen to me. Kira2 kerjaan gw gimana, my family, my personal life etc...even guys from the past juga tiba2 "nongol" ga jelas di pikiran gw. Gw sendiri ga tau kenapa, apa karena gw banyak pikiran trus yang "udah lewat" tiba2 permisi mau dateng lagi ke gw???? hhhuuuummmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gw tau knp itu terjadi. First, karena kontrak gw udah abis and gw ga jelas nasibnya gimana. (ooopsss....FYI gw mengulang kata "ga jelas" udah berkali2....najong). Second, load kerjaan gw lagi sedikit, bahkan sangat minim. Bisa dibilang gw makan gaji butaaaa....plus rabun senja :p Third, i feel so "lonely". Why? karena apa2 yang gw kerjain selama bbrp minggu ini, ya gw kerjain sendiri. Tapi emang ada enaknya juga sih, gw bs menikmati saat2 kesendirian gw dimana gw bisa jalan ke tempat yg gw mau sambil looking around and doing what i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm, apalagi ya???FYI guyz, ada 2 imel msk yg isinya begini.&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; Imel Pertama:&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please fill it below, and send me directly.&lt;br /&gt;1. expectation (status contract, training, etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. current status employment (short/long/employee)&lt;br /&gt;3. plan annual leave&lt;br /&gt;4. when your contract expired"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eiiitsss....tungggu dulu...hold your breath, don't say anything yet.....i still have another one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; Imel kedua:&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we know that ........(sencored==&gt;it is the name of the project) will start on Jan 06(tentatively), for the moment we would like to absorb you in other running project. After discussion with your leader, here is the assignment:&lt;br /&gt;1. "blablabla" - to help A team&lt;br /&gt;2. "someone" - to help B team&lt;br /&gt;3. "somebuddy" - to help C team&lt;br /&gt;4. Betsy - to be assign permanently to **S group&lt;br /&gt;5. etc&lt;br /&gt;6.etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuh, udah semua gw tulis di atas tp dgn sensor di bbrp tempat. hehehe...maklum ya...&lt;br /&gt;Tp setidaknya imel yg pertama sdkt menjawab petnyaan gw and membawa sdkt angin segar....&lt;br /&gt;Mudah2an aja kontrak lnjt lagi and gaji bs naik berlipat2...amiiiinnn...Tolonglah hambaMu ini ya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya udah ah, cukup dulu. Gw batuk2 neh, ga ilang2 jg pdhl udah 2 minggu. Lg pula ada kiriman kerjaan (huh....). Semoga harapan2 gw terkabul, dan impian gw tercapai. Jd lamunan gw selama 2 minggu ini terjawab dgn jwbn yg memuaskan, amiiiin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113230102060107128?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113230102060107128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113230102060107128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113230102060107128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113230102060107128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/11/d-e-w.html' title='d-e-w-a'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113221607110263705</id><published>2005-11-17T15:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T15:27:51.110+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hhhmmmm, i wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcomments&gt;What's wrong ya??&lt;br /&gt;Kok aneh sekali hari ini. So many things in my head, so many things to think about. Hhhmmmm, i wonder what is happening???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kegundahan hati ini, terdengar lagu yang mengiring yang bertindak sebagai soundtrack which is "Shine On" by Dewa. Hhhmmm, i wonder is it the proper song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih belum bisa menerima kenyataan yang terjadi di depan mata. Masih senang bermimpi dari pada melakukan pergerakan dan perjuangan untuk memperbaiki keadaan. Hhhmmm, i wonder am i going to be like this forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada hal ga semua orang punya kesempatan and punya waktu. Tapi gw masih aja stuck in this state. Rasa ingin berontak tapi nyali tiada kunjung meninggi dan asa semakin menipis. Hhhhmm, i wonder should i overcome this ASAP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayup-sayup terdengar musik "Robbana......" Mirip dengan rasa yang terasa meraja di kalbu. "Mohon karunia...kepada Allah". Hhmmmm, i wonder am i already be a good khalifah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jangan pernah ragu..." a simple line but has a great meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113221607110263705?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113221607110263705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113221607110263705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113221607110263705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113221607110263705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/11/hhhmmmm-i-wonder.html' title='Hhhmmmm, i wonder...'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113150361004449298</id><published>2005-11-09T09:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:33:30.046+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harta &amp; Tahta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;    &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Dua hal yang dapat membuat seorang manusia terlena dan terlupa terhadap kewajiban hakiki kita terhadap sang Khaliq.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Harta...&lt;br /&gt;Telah menjadi impian dunia&lt;br /&gt;Telah menjadi aset untuk membeli dunia&lt;br /&gt;Telah menjadi sebab manusia terlalu mencintai dunia&lt;br /&gt;Telah menjadi sebab seseorang lupa hak orang lain di dunia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Harta...&lt;br /&gt;Membuat ikatan tulus antar manusia menjadi renggang bahkan putus dan lepas.&lt;br /&gt;Membuat tali persaudaraan terbakar menjadi abu.&lt;br /&gt;Membuat sebuah pengkhiatan terjadi dalam hati manusia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tahta...&lt;br /&gt;Kedudukan...&lt;br /&gt;Semua orang ingin dipandang lebih dibandingkan yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;Semua orang melkukan apa saja bahkan hal-hal yang haram untuk memperolehnya.&lt;br /&gt;Kadang orang tidak sadar bahwa dia telah menjadi budaknya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tidakkah dia berpikir bahwa yang dia lakukan menyakiti orang lain, bahkan menyakiti dirinya sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah....&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113150361004449298?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113150361004449298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113150361004449298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113150361004449298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113150361004449298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/11/harta-tahta.html' title='Harta &amp; Tahta'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113150354318275157</id><published>2005-11-09T09:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:32:23.193+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pikiran, Hasrat &amp; Renungan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;    &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Ketiganya saling terkait satu sama lain.&lt;br /&gt;Aku sendiri kadang sulit membedakan, &lt;br /&gt;apakah yang aku pikirkan merupakan suatu renungan ataukah  suatu hasrat yang belum terwujud.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku berpikir untuk mendapatkan apa yang aku inginkan, apa yang belum aku punya dan bagaimana aku bisa memperolehnya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku berpikir apa yang telah aku kerjakan, apa yang sedang kukerjakan dan apa yang akan aku kerjakan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku berpikir...&lt;br /&gt;Apakah hal-hal yang akan kukerjakan merupakan hasil hasrat yang tak terbendung ataukah hasil renungan yang telah dipertimbangkan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku berpikir...&lt;br /&gt;Apakah hasratku telah membutakan mata hatiku? Sehingga aku menganggap hasrat itu adalah pembenaran dari renunganku.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aku berpikir...&lt;br /&gt;Apakah aku bisa mengendalikan hasratku dengan merenungi semua hal yang telah kulakukan.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/blogitemcomments&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113150354318275157?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113150354318275157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113150354318275157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113150354318275157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113150354318275157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/11/pikiran-hasrat-renungan.html' title='Pikiran, Hasrat &amp; Renungan'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113040206281252892</id><published>2005-10-27T15:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T15:34:22.823+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yang Terhempas... Yang Terbuang</title><content type='html'>Terhempas...&lt;br /&gt;Terbuang....&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah yang aku rasakan saat ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada tempat untukku dimana pun&lt;br /&gt;Semua seolah tidak mau tau dan tiada peduli&lt;br /&gt;Tidak seorang pun yang mau mengakui aku&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku sendiri tidak tahu&lt;br /&gt;Dimana sebenarnya aku diinginkan dan diharapkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang lain hanya menganggapnya bukan masalah&lt;br /&gt;Bukan masalah penting&lt;br /&gt;Bukan masalah mereka&lt;br /&gt;Tak perlu pusing memikirkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selayaknya diriku yang terlihat selama ini&lt;br /&gt;Aku berdiri tegak seolah hal itu tak mempengaruhi jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;Ya aku tegak kokoh berdiri&lt;br /&gt;Seperti sebuah pohon yang kuat tinggi kokoh&lt;br /&gt;Terhempas angin kencang namun tetap diam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113040206281252892?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113040206281252892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113040206281252892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113040206281252892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113040206281252892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/10/yang-terhempas-yang-terbuang.html' title='Yang Terhempas... Yang Terbuang'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113012100383422871</id><published>2005-10-24T09:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:05:02.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;“Lazy Days”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(82, 82, 82);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Lazy old day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; Rolling away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; Dreaming the day away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; Don’t want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; Now that I’m in the flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; Crazy amazing day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; One red balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; Floats to the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; Just let it fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; I only know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; That I’m longing to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; Back to my lazy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; And how it sings and how it sighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; And how it never stays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; And how it rings and how it cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; And how it sails away... away... away....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113012100383422871?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113012100383422871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113012100383422871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113012100383422871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113012100383422871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/10/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy Days'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113011992091770474</id><published>2005-10-24T09:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:03:27.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 3 Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;==Only 3 Words==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(16, 16, 255); border-width: medium medium medium 1.5pt; padding: 0in 0in 0in 4pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; margin-right: 0.5in;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There are many things that you can do to strengthen your relationships. Often the most effective thing you can do involves saying just three words. When spoken sincerely, these statements often have the power to develop new friendships, deepen old ones and even bring healing to relationships that have sourerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following three-word phrases can be tools to help develop every relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(16, 16, 255); border-width: medium medium medium 1.5pt; padding: 0in 0in 0in 4pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; margin-right: 0.5in;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.Let me help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Good friends see a need and then try to fill it. When they see a hurt they do what they can to heal it. Without being asked, they jump in and help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I understand you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;People become closer and enjoy each other more when the other person accepts and understands them. Letting your spouse know - in so many little ways - that you understand them, is one of the most powerful tools for healing your relationship. And this can apply to any relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.  I respect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Respect is another way of showing love. Respect demonstrates that another person is a true equal. If you talk to your children as if they were adults you will strengthen the bonds and become closer friends. This applies to all interpersonal relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.  I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps more marriages could be saved and strengthened if couples simply and sincerely said to each other "I miss you." This powerful affirmation tells partners they are wanted, needed, desired and loved. Consider how important you would feel, if you received an unexpected phone call from your spouse in the middle of your workday, just to say "I miss you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(16, 16, 255); border-width: medium medium medium 1.5pt; padding: 0in 0in 0in 4pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; margin-right: 0.5in;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.  Maybe you're right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This phrase is very effective in diffusing an argument. The implication when you say "maybe you're right" is the humility of admitting, "maybe I'm wrong". Let's face it. When you have an argument with someone, all you normally do is solidify the other person's point of view. They, or you, will not likely change their position and you run the risk of seriously damaging the relationship between you. Saying "maybe you're right" can open the door to explore the subject more. You may then have the opportunity to express your view in a way that is understandable to the other person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6. Please forgive me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Many broken relationships could be restored and healed if people would admit their mistakes and ask for forgiveness. All of us are vulnerable to faults, foibles and failures. A man should never be ashamed to own up that he has been in the wrong, which is saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.   I thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gratitude is an exquisite form of courtesy. People who enjoy the companionship of good, close friends are those who don't take daily courtesies for granted. They are quick to thank their friends for their many expressions of kindness. On the other hand, people whose circle of friends is severely constricted often do not have the attitude of gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(16, 16, 255); border-width: medium medium medium 1.5pt; padding: 0in 0in 0in 4pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; margin-right: 0.5in;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.  Count on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A friend is one who walks in when others walk out. Loyalty is an essential ingredient for true friendship. It is the emotional glue that bonds people. Those that are rich in their relationships tend to be steady and true friends. When troubles come, a good friend is there indicating "you can count on me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.   I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If you have ever had to call a friend in the middle of the night, to take a sick child to hospital, or when your car has broken down some miles from home, you will know how good it feels to hear the phrase "I'll be there." Being there for another person is the greatest gift we can give. When we are truly present for other people, important things happen to them and us. We are renewed in love and friendship. We are restored emotionally and spiritually. Being there is at the very core of civility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.  Go for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We are all unique individuals. Don't try to get your friends to conform to your ideals. Support them in pursuing their interests, no matter how far out they seem to you. God has given everyone dreams, dreams that are unique to that person only. Support and encourage your friends to follow their dreams. Tell them to "go for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="border-style: none none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(16, 16, 255); border-width: medium medium medium 1.5pt; padding: 0in 0in 0in 4pt; margin-left: 3.75pt; margin-right: 0.5in;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;B o n u s :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;11.  I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Perhaps the most important three words that you can say. Telling someone that you truly love them satisfies a person's deepest emotional needs. The need to belong, to feel appreciated and to be wanted. Your spouse, your children, your friends and you, all need to hear those three little words: "I love you." Love is a choice. You can love even when the feeling is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;12.  GOD BLESS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(These are 3 words too, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113011992091770474?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113011992091770474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113011992091770474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113011992091770474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113011992091770474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/10/only-3-words.html' title='Only 3 Words'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113004061873113583</id><published>2005-10-23T11:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T15:17:08.266+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila Ramadhan Tiada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Masjid terlihat penuh sejak hari pertama bulan &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ramadhan, di malam hari saat salat tarawih, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bahkan di waktu subuh. Di waktu-waktu salat &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lainnya, seperti dzuhur dan ashar, masjid pun &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;disemuti orang-orang yang singgah untuk &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;shalat kemudian melepaskan penat dan lelah &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;usai bekerja. Sebagian tampak serius &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mendengarkan ceramah selepas zhuhur. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Adakah suasana seperti itu bisa kita temui di &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bulan lain selain Ramadhan? Jika Allah tak &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;menciptakan bulan Ramadhan untuk &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kehidupan kita, mungkinkah masjid kita &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dipenuhi jamaah setiap malam dan waktu &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;subuh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Di banyak tempat, hampir setiap saat bisa kita &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;saksikan orang-orang, muda dan tua, khusyuk &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;memegang mushaf al-Qur'an. Seolah menjadi &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bacaan wajib yang tak boleh tertinggal untuk &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;menghiasi hari dengan lantuan ayat suci, tak &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;peduli di mana mereka berada. Di dalam bis, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;gerbong kereta, dalam kelas, kampus, di &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kantor, bahkan dalam kendaraan pribadi pun &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;diperdengarkan suara yang semakin &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mendekatkan kita kepada Allah. Andai hari-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hari terakhir yang kita saksikan saat ini bukan &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hari-hari Ramadhan, adakah orang-orang yang &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;menjadikan al-Qur'an bacaan wajibnya setiap &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hari, bahkan setiap usai salat lima waktu &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sebanyak saat ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Orang-orang berlomba memperbanyak &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sedekah, infak dan zakat seolah esok hari kita &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;akan mati, sehingga merasa punya cukup &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bekal untuk berhadapan dengan Allah. Jika &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Allah tak menjanjikan ganjaran berlipat ganda &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;untuk setiap amal shalih, infaq dan sedekah &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yang dilakukan di bulan Ramadhan, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mungkinkah sama semangat kita untuk &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;beramal shalih? Sebesar saat Ramadhan kan &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sedekah yang kita beri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Di waktu-waktu menjelang maghrib, para &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tetangga saling hantar penganan berbuka. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Masjid-masjid membuka pintu lebar-lebar, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kemudian mengundang fakir miskin dan &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;orang-orang dalam perjalanan untuk berbuka &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;puasa bersama, menikmati penganan &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;seadanya. Begitu adzan berkumandang, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;keceriaan fakir miskin begitu jelas terlihat &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;meski hanya segelas teh manis dan tiga buah &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kurma di tangan mereka. Jika tak pernah ada &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yang menjelaskan bahwasanya pahala &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;memberi makanan berbuka bagi orang &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;berpuasa sama dengan pahala berpuasa itu &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sendiri, akankah tetap tersedia makanan &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;berbuka di berbagai masjid? Adakah saling &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hantar makanan oleh orang-orang &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bertetangga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sejuk, nyaman dan aman. Inilah suasana yang &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tercipta dan kita rasakan selama bulan &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ramadhan. Semua orang di hadapan kita &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;begitu mempesona, dan yang kita jumpai pun &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tampak baik, sabar, serta menahan amarah &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mereka. “Jangan marah, kan sedang &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;berpuasa,” itu nasihat yang sering kita dengar &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;saat amarah memuncak, redalah hati. Senyum &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;persaudaraan senantiasa kita dapatkan di &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mana pun kita berada. Akankah hari-hari &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;penuh kesejukan seperti ini yang tetap bisa &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kita rasakan seandainya Ramadhan tak pernah &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kepedulian terhadap sesama begitu tinggi di &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bulan ini, mungkin pengaruh perut lapar kita &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yang ikut merasakan betapa banyak orang-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;orang yang tetap “berpuasa” meski bukan di &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bulan Ramadhan. Saling berbagi, memberi dan &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;empati amat ringan tercipta dari tangan dan &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hati kita. Tetap pedulikah kita di bulan selain &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ramadhan? Masih adakah yang akan terus &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kita bagi kepada orang lain, meski tak lagi di &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bulan Ramadhan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jika Ramadhan tak pernah ada, masihkah kita &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;jumpai kebaikan, kepedulian, dan kesejukan &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dalam kehidupan sehari-hari? Akankah semua &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kenikmatan itu hanya seperti buah kurma, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yang muncul khusus di bulan Ramadhan saja. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kemudian hilang entah ke mana sehari setelah &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hari raya, sehari setelah kita saling bermaafan, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sehari setelah kita merayakan hari &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kemenangan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Beruntunglah kita, karena Allah menghadirkan &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ramadhan untuk hamba-Nya. Akan sangat &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;beruntunglah kita, jika kita mampu &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;menghadirkan nuansa Ramadhan di lain bulan &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;selain Ramadhan. Semoga.&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/18068878-113004061873113583?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113004061873113583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113004061873113583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113004061873113583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113004061873113583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/10/bila-ramadhan-tiada.html' title='Bila Ramadhan Tiada'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-113004004274588477</id><published>2005-10-23T10:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T13:55:35.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'>blue ribbon against child abuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/320/images.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My name  is Sarah&lt;br /&gt;I am about three,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are swollen&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  must be stupid,&lt;br /&gt;I must be bad,&lt;br /&gt;What else could have made&lt;br /&gt;My daddy so  mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were better,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I weren't ugly,&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe my  Mommy&lt;br /&gt;Would still want to hug me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak at all,&lt;br /&gt;I can't do  a wrong&lt;br /&gt;Or else I'm locked up&lt;br /&gt;All the day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I awake I'm  all alone&lt;br /&gt;The house is dark&lt;br /&gt;My folks aren't home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Mommy  does come&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and be nice,&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'll get just&lt;br /&gt;One whipping  tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a sound!&lt;br /&gt;I just heard a car&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is  back&lt;br /&gt;From Charlie's Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear him curse&lt;br /&gt;My name he calls&lt;br /&gt;I  press myself&lt;br /&gt;Against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and hide&lt;br /&gt;From his evil  eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid now&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finds me  weeping&lt;br /&gt;He shouts ugly words,&lt;br /&gt;He says its my fault&lt;br /&gt;That he suffers at  work.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;He slaps me and hits me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yells at me more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I  finally get free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And I run for the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;He's already locked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And I  start to bawl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes me and throws me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the hard wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I  fall to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my bones nearly broken,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And my daddy  continues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;With more bad words spoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"I'm sorry!", I scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  its now much too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face has been twisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Into unimaginable  hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The hurt and the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please God, have  mercy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Oh please let it end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And he finally stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heads for the  door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;While I lay there motionless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sprawled on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My name  is Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am about three,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murdered  me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There are thousands of kids out there just like  Sarah. And you can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sickens me to my soul, to read the above  poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I am asking you to do is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this st uff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass this poem on as a Blue Ribbon against Child Abuse because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forward if you  are&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-113004004274588477?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/113004004274588477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=113004004274588477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113004004274588477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/113004004274588477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/10/blue-ribbon-against-child-abuse.html' title='blue ribbon against child abuse'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18068878.post-112978276653114077</id><published>2005-10-20T11:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T11:32:46.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Betsy Sinta's Blog"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/1600/%2806%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2076/1759/320/%2806%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kesampaian juga bikin blog baru, selain blog yang ada di frenster.&lt;br /&gt;Ok deh, i hope my new blog will be better than i had before.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody please enjoy...i try to do my best to pleased my guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betsy Sinta Rahayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18068878-112978276653114077?l=betsysinta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/feeds/112978276653114077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18068878&amp;postID=112978276653114077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/112978276653114077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18068878/posts/default/112978276653114077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betsysinta.blogspot.com/2005/10/betsy-sintas-blog.html' title='&quot;Betsy Sinta&apos;s Blog&quot;'/><author><name>nYobz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09575013480191498213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
