<?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-2788869587842956402</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:25:00.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ruippucino</title><subtitle type='html'>welcome to my blog, hope it can inspiring you all..thanks for spend your times to read it..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-3991004813415371956</id><published>2009-03-04T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:54:17.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream always be cometrue</title><content type='html'>I've found some great sentence last view minutes a go, it said " eventhough plan may change, dream never do. taken from make it happen movie " . It teach us and show us that there are so many ways to get our dream come true and no matter what road that we take as long as we believe in it, we can fully make it...happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of faith is the most greatest power of all, we can lose our self somehow in a dark road and by then we trapped it. But like the light of a star in the night hours, a faith can help us finding our road back with his light. Many road offering us many kind of experience, it should be so interesting. But sometimes we to tired to face that...and then we try to runaway from these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-3991004813415371956?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/3991004813415371956/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=3991004813415371956' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/3991004813415371956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/3991004813415371956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-always-be-cometrue.html' title='dream always be cometrue'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-1563231031278102130</id><published>2009-03-03T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:45:24.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we need or we want</title><content type='html'>1st congrat to Raditya Dika for his movie, wow you are so good dude and welcome to " Kambing Hitam ( movie edition )". I can't imagine that how funny and so interesting it will be. hahahahaha....I can't wait it come in my town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, I've learned something about the different of what we want and what we need. When we said, We want those or these.. it's like that we are not fully need it in our life but when we said I need those or these, it's likes we don't have that thing and hopefully when we have it, it can completing or helping us. Sometimes we have something in our live and we want more, even when we know &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;it can be useless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-1563231031278102130?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/1563231031278102130/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=1563231031278102130' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1563231031278102130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1563231031278102130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-need-or-we-want.html' title='we need or we want'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-1998882778659723692</id><published>2009-03-01T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:19:46.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When??</title><content type='html'>When?? this kind of word has haunted me for several times behind. I've found some sentence which said " if you find your true love, don't give up on it ~c huck bass  in my facebook friend profile and I'm getting my self  to understand it. And till' now I still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my conclusion is just " don't give up to love someone that we care about, but don't push to hard to get him or her...because we can love them even we don't have them as part of our life indeed ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my question about it is When we must stop our self try to catch her or him?? sometimes we don't know or we don't wanna know. Because our feeling has blinded us....and we get our self more egoistic among it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-1998882778659723692?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/1998882778659723692/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=1998882778659723692' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1998882778659723692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1998882778659723692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2009/03/when.html' title='When??'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-2833447501175894757</id><published>2009-02-25T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:20:53.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25-02-09</title><content type='html'>today I started my day with lazy times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I have my feeling so complicated...huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, I don't know what I'm suppose to do right now. I have some feeling with someone and so many plans for us. But her attitude was changed suddenly, I don't know why?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's been like a stranger now, I don't know at all who is she right now?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no Idea about it, and I'm always thinking it all times, asking for the answer but I can't find anything. Some of my friends said STOP it...You just kill your self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can't stop, I'm still have a feeling that she is not she&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-2833447501175894757?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/2833447501175894757/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=2833447501175894757' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/2833447501175894757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/2833447501175894757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-02-09.html' title='25-02-09'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-2832759893889876368</id><published>2009-02-22T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:26:42.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surabaya</title><content type='html'>Hi all, kali ni aku mo cerita tentang pengalamanku beberapa waktu lalu di Surabaya. tanggal 12 kemarin aku memutuskan untuk pergi ke Surabaya buat ketemu ma mei2 aku dan rencana habisin valentine day ma dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari pertama menginjakkan waktu di Surabaya aku langsung di sambut oleh rasa gerah dan panas yang ga umum bagi aku. Pikiran pertama gila ni kota kayak oven raksasa, puanasnya minta ampun...mana aku ga bawa kacamata hitam lagi, alhasil mataku yang ga kuat ma terik matahari langsung berasa kayak di panggang. AMMMMMMMMMMPPUUUUUUNNNNNN.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dari perjalanan itu aku mendapatkan Tuhan telah mengabulkan doa ku dengan aku bisa bertemu dengan "..." meski bentar di sore itu aku merasa senang sekali. waktu itu pertemuan pertama kami, rasanya gerogi abis...ga tau kenapa rasanya kaki ini lemas dah gtu jantung ku berdetak cepat sekali, lebih cepat dari yang biasanya...rasanya mulut ini pun sulit untuk terbuka sehingga alhasil semua berantakan. Aku yang ngomong mpe ga beraturan dan salah - salah, dan parahnya lagi aku sampai lupa untuk memintakan ijin pergi untuknya kepada mamanya, soalnya sebelumnya aku dah janji nanti kalau kami pergi bersama aku yang akan memintakan ijin langsung kepada mama nya, namun gara - gara gerogi hal itu terlupakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sisi lain aku juga bertemu teman - teman baru dan juga beberapa supir taxi yang ramah dan asik di ajak ngobrol yang telqah menemani perjalananku di Surabaya, makasi buat semua nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan buat TUhan...aku tau Dia tidak pernah mengecewakan kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss my Surabaya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-2832759893889876368?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/2832759893889876368/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=2832759893889876368' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/2832759893889876368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/2832759893889876368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2009/02/surabaya.html' title='Surabaya'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-6994902978235318970</id><published>2009-02-06T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:18:47.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Love</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, today is my 2nd day in Magelang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night I'm thinking about "how big is our faith to God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadang, ketika kita doa dan memohon. TUHAN ga selalu langsung mewujudkannya, dan pada saat kita menunggu time by time..di sisi lain ga di pungkiri kita selalu jengkel, dan sedikit demi sedikit tingkat kepercayaan kita semakin berkurang. Kemudian kita mutung dan berhenti meminta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menyadari hal ini, memang di satu sisi menunjukkan sisi kemanusiaan kita namun inilah sisi manusia kita yang lebih baik kita kikis dan hilangkan. Karena, Tuhan tidak akan memberi yang jelek. Dan Semakin kita di beri waktu lama dan cobaan yang berat untuk mendapatkan sesuatu itu menunjukkan besarnya kasih sayang Tuhan yang ingin mengatakan kita lebih kuat dan baik dari yang kita kira, oleh sebab itu kadang kita mendapati sesuatunya ga semudah yang lain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smakin kita percaya dan berjalan teguh di jalannya, Tuhan akan memberi tanah perjanjian..seperti kisah abraham di kitab suci yang begitu sabar percaya maka Tuhan juga mengasihinya dengan lebih baik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-6994902978235318970?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/6994902978235318970/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=6994902978235318970' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/6994902978235318970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/6994902978235318970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-love.html' title='God Love'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-2190107602695477467</id><published>2009-02-04T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:30:46.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a great times</title><content type='html'>Today I met a girl, a special one's. She is a girl who my friend been in love with. But unfortunately, his love was no reaction. And in the last view days I got some information which is telling me that she had been introduced to my best friend, but once again a cool reaction came from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud about this girl, because she is different from the other one's. Shortly I've heard so many gossips which telling that she is not rich. But the point wasn't in here, what I'm try to tell is " this girl is so down to earth, she is a hard worker and good money keeper.. I can tell it because there have been so many facts who telling that. And I'm so impressed about it. It's so rare now, we meet a girl like her. usually many of them have a shopping hobbies and live like a doll. But this girl have a lot of dream that I can see supporting her to use her times useful. She's have some work in her break times during her college times. And it makes a plus point to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when she is smile, her smile is look so nice. It's like the sun has falling down to her and the world will dance when she's smile...it's truly amazing. but it haven't stop yet...her face have a queen aura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good to she her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her world have teach us, that there is many happiness beside the money and shopping activities. and there are a lot of meaningful times that we can use for the better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly is the beautiful thing inside the hard work which makes a girl being so nice and have a high quality achievement in her life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-2190107602695477467?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/2190107602695477467/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=2190107602695477467' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/2190107602695477467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/2190107602695477467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-times.html' title='a great times'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-5195921686818060333</id><published>2009-02-04T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:54:10.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the night</title><content type='html'>tonight is the 15th days, since I recieved her last message...feels so miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( n.b we're doing our communication with e-mailing each other certainly )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beberapa waktu ni aku lihat dia o.l, namun yang sepengetahuanku dia hanya nge post bulletin, trus app friend ma app comment. Tapi, commentku ga di app ...hiks2 sedih ...padahal dah dua kali lo jawaban aku kasi comment. Yang di balas cuma message ku aja, itu pun untuk beberapa waktu ni luama banget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya aku hanya bisa berpikiran dia lagi sibuk aja, apalagi dia lagi ada persiapan sebuah acara...namun di sisi lain aku ga pungkiri aku takut dan merasa sangat ga enak banget. Rasanya tu.........ga bisa di gambarkan dengan kata2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dari sini aku mendapat pelajaran untuk tetap kuat dan sebuah pelajaran mengenai kesabaran dan kepercayaan penuh pada TUhan. Dalam hal ini aku mersa Iman ku bertumbuh dan semakin kuat, kadang emang aku merasa berat melewati massa gini...namun aku merasa masih ada ketenangan dan memiliki banyak keyakinan akan dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ga tau napa dari aku mengenal dia sampai sekarang aku merasakan kehadiran TUhan lewat dia, dan aku merasa damai dan Imanku terus bertumbuh...so aku percaya klo pertumbuhan Iman kita lewat pengalaman peristiwa kita sehari2....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-5195921686818060333?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/5195921686818060333/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=5195921686818060333' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/5195921686818060333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/5195921686818060333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2009/02/night.html' title='the night'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-2104033373028141741</id><published>2009-02-03T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:08:21.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wahyu</title><content type='html'>Sore ini aku mendapat kuliah Agama, pertama aku pikir bakalan membosankan...dengan segala hal nya dan perkataannya yang terlalu berlebih kadang dan tidak realitis. Namun, aku mendapatkan 180 derajat pengalaman yang berbeda, pelajaran ini sangat asyik dan menurut aku pribadi menyentuh dan membangun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelajaran kali ini mengangkat perihal Wahyu dan Iman. Yang menarik di sini ketika dosen itu mengambil pengalaman pribadinya sebagai contoh penghayatan dan perwujudan sebuah wahyu. Di ceritakan bahwa dahulu dia memiliki seorang anak yang terkena leukimia, dan sebagian besar hidup mereka di habiskan di rumah sakit selama 6th bersama. Namun, di dalam penderitaannya si anak tetap dapat tersenyum dan bersyukur menghadapi penyakit itu sebelum akhirnya dia berpulang. Sebelum dia berpulang itu pun, di katakannya oleh dosenku bahwa anaknya telah capek di rawat dan dia hanya ingin di doakan. Pada detik-detik itu mereka berdoa bersama, dan hebatnya anak itu seperti terpulihkan seketika sehingga ia dapat melakukan pembersihan diri sebelum akhirnya ia koma dan di bawa ke ICU dan ia berpamitan untuk yang terakhir kalinya sambil mengucap doa syukur dan bimbingannya bersama sang ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;massa- massa sebelum anak itu berpulang pun ia dengan lugu dan kerendahan hatinya selalu mendewasakan iman ayahnya dan sekitarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam cerita ini kita di ajak untuk berserah dan bersyukur, seberapa seringkah kita bersikap menerima dan mensyukuri apa yang kita miliki??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sering kita tidak pernah terpuaskan akan apa yang kita capai, dan sering kita marah kepada Tuhan kita karena kita sering tidak di kabulkan permintaannya, dan sering pula kita berkonflik dengan sesama kita. apakah hal - hal ini yang kita cari dan ingin kita tinggalkan di dunia ini??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seberapa kenalkah kita dengan TUhan dan sesama kita, dan seberapa dalam kita menerima mereka sebagai bagian dari kita??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-2104033373028141741?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/2104033373028141741/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=2104033373028141741' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/2104033373028141741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/2104033373028141741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2009/02/wahyu.html' title='wahyu'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-1312917692099157129</id><published>2009-02-02T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:58:25.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD or GOOD</title><content type='html'>hi good afternoon, siang ni kuliah ku kembali di tiadakan. ga tau tu dosen ga jelas banget, dah 2x berturut-turut ni...wiiihhhh buang capek ke campus aja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andai semua digital ya, jadi tinggal terima sms...huahahahhaha. tapi ketika itu terjadi juga mungkin malah menjadi ga asyik soalnya kita akan di hadapkan ke sebuah kehidupan yang hanya menunggu dan monoton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siang ni, pikiranku sedang melayang memikirkan BAD or GOOD. kadang bnayak orang berkata ini baik, itu buruk. dan yang lain menyanggah itu yang baik dan ini yang buruk. manakah yang benar di antara mereka?? terkadang kita suka di bikin bingung dengan batasan baik dan buruk itu, baik dalam perihal kecil seperti membeli sebuah abrang sampai penilaian kepada sebuah sikap dan tindakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baik dan buruk sebenarnya tidak bisa di pandang hanya dari segi subyektifnya saja, karena ini akan menjadi lebih adil ketika penilaiannya menjadi lebih ke obyektif. Apakah yang kita lakukan itu baik&gt;&gt; ataukah malah buruk?? itu tergantung dari sudut pandang kita sendiri dalam melihat hal itu. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Namun, yang pasti keburukan adalah sesuatu yang mengganggu bahkan merugikan pihak lain, itulah sebuah fakta penilaian yang saya coba jabarkan secara obyektif.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena kalau bisa di bilang hal itu sama juga dengan pengertian bohong ( lie ) dengan  menipu ( cheats ) manakah dari kedua hal ini yang lebih buruk dan berdosa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pengertiannya, ketika kita meipu maka kita secara sadar ingin merugikan orang lain, sedang bohong itu adalah sebuah tindak pengingkaran untuk sebuah kebaikan. ibarat seorang ibu yang harus membohongi anaknya untuk tidak membeli es dengan alasan itu makanan tidak enak, ketika anaknya sakit. itu adalah sebuah kebohongan dan tidak berdosa, karena dalam hal ini si I bu mencoba untuk melindngi si anak dari kemungkinan terburuk yang akan timbul kemudian. Namun, semua kembali ke sudut pandang kita masing-masing mengenai segala sesuatu karena itulah kita di jadikan sebuah individu yang memiliki keunikan yang berbeda dari yang lain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-1312917692099157129?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/1312917692099157129/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=1312917692099157129' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1312917692099157129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1312917692099157129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-or-good.html' title='BAD or GOOD'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-292954138249642724</id><published>2009-02-02T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:58:57.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day and my other experience</title><content type='html'>hari ni aku dah kembali lagi ke JOgja....hari pertama kuliah langsung down mood ku gara-gara dosen yang mirip profesor snap di filmnya HARRY POTTER, gila tu dosen kayak robot hidup semua berhubungan dengan sebuah sistem kayaknya motto hidupnya " Life's is a system " mungkin..........tapi gimanapun dia adalah seorang yang berpengalaman dan ahli dalam bidangnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hal itu membuatku langsung ga mood untuk mengikuti kuliah itu, padahal tu dosen juga bukan pembimbingku. namun, di karenakan gabungan kelasnya dan kelasku, maka keluarlah cipta2 kebijakan yang di dasari olehnya juga. yang anehnya masak tiap orang yang kuliah dari jam 09.30-16.00 harus membawa laptop untuk pembuatan disain di kelas itu. okey...mungkin untuk beberapa golongan hal itu mudah, namun bagi mereka yang tidak punya lalu bagaimana? kalaupun ada yang punya juga ga mungkin mereka mau serta merta menyerahkan laptop itu bagi mereka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, aku tiba-tiba jadi teringat akan pemahaman sebagian orang perihal kedewasaan yang selalu di kait-kaitkan dengan umur. menurut sebagian orang semakin tua itu orang maka semakin dewasa dan pintar itu orang. dalam hal ini jujur, saya kurang sependapat mengenai a judgement tersebut. Karena umur itu berhubungan dengan waktu dan semua itu hanyalah sebuah pemicu, semakin kita lama tinggal secara langsung dan tidak langsung kita juga bertumbuh dan menyerap sebagian besar pengalaman, baik sosial maupun lainnya yang akan menjadi dasar pegangan dan pembelajaran kita. Dalam hal ini waktu tersebut berperan serta untuk menuntun seberapa banyak dan dalam pengalaman yang kita dapat. Namun, itu semua kembali lagi ke kita. Seperti seorang kecil yang telah berjalan keliling dunia maka dia akan menjadi lebih pengalaman di banding seorang tua yang hanya duduk dan diam di dalam rumahnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;menjadi tua adalah sebuah takdir namun menjadi dewasa adalah sebuah pilihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-292954138249642724?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/292954138249642724/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=292954138249642724' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/292954138249642724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/292954138249642724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2009/02/1st-day-and-my-other-experience.html' title='1st day and my other experience'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-6793561346493589487</id><published>2009-01-30T08:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:48:19.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Dream, when we are talking about a dream. What is the first thing we think about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream, is like a bridge..a bridge that can connecting us to the better world that we want. It's not easy for us to make it come true, it need patient, it need hardwork, pain, and even sacrifying..with tears. But when we brave enough to face it, no matter the result. It will bring us happiness, cause not every dreams being reality. But every dreams we had for, it makes us happier than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about it, I watched kick andy's last view hours ago. The program was shared about some experience of the people who done a journey arround the&lt;br /&gt;world. And it's so WOW inspiring me, I wish I could be like them. And I'm sure I will..I WILL SEE AND FEEL THE WORLD BY MYSELF...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-6793561346493589487?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/6793561346493589487/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=6793561346493589487' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/6793561346493589487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/6793561346493589487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-6503594463133087970</id><published>2009-01-30T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:34:43.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool night</title><content type='html'>Nitez all..tonight my hometown getting cooler than the other night before. It's like that I have live in north side of our earth, not in equator line anymore. But it makes all being more excited to spend the night, because we don't need AC to cooling our room..the nature itself has gave it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night makes all be more attractive..because in this kind of temperature, we can playing with our breath to show up some gas..which is make us have some feeling like we are just in the north pole right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I do confuse too. I got a plan to spend my V'day with my dream girl, I have prepared all. But, the budget still not enough..and Now, I realize that collecting money is not so easy as we think. It took so many patient and self control. Because of my promise that I will use my own one's to go to Surabaya, I will try as best I can do to fully my promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-6503594463133087970?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/6503594463133087970/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=6503594463133087970' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/6503594463133087970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/6503594463133087970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2009/01/cool-night.html' title='Cool night'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-1857017878956284650</id><published>2009-01-28T22:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:48:46.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My happiness today</title><content type='html'>Hi all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel so happy...I WANNA LAUGH till death,hahahaha..eventhough I'm not suppose to be like that because...because there are some evil red mark on my face as a result of my sickness a view times a go..huaaa Gosh, I have ugly and disgusting face now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, suddenly I have remained to her...arggh the world suddenly spinning around and the sun has cheer up upon my face. The world is so beautiful, the wind blow so gentle...hehehe I love it and I love her. Because of her my day  is so wonderful and colourfull...I DON'T KNOW what kind of feeling that I have felt from a moment a go. I can't draw and even describe it. But one thing for sure, it's truly makes me so happy, so miss it up, so..so..so unspoken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.b loving someone is so sweet like a candy..so smooth like a cloud in the sky..so fresh like a morning air..so high like a sky..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-1857017878956284650?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/1857017878956284650/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=1857017878956284650' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1857017878956284650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1857017878956284650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-happiness-today.html' title='My happiness today'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-3420116098842485085</id><published>2009-01-15T04:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:07:20.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincident</title><content type='html'>In the last view minutes ago, I'm already read my friend blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her blog, she was told a story that happened too in my life's..what a coincident isn't it? I'm shock for the very first time since that time....and based on it, I'm already take many question in my head " What God wanna say to me" cause, it is not the 1st time I read what happened in my life was wrote on her blog..what is that mean? I STILL DON'T GET IT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for a view days, my ex' girlfriend which she already broke with her man. Try to call me back with so many stories, memories and unknown feeling.. inside. Really what a annouying times..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-3420116098842485085?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/3420116098842485085/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=3420116098842485085' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/3420116098842485085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/3420116098842485085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2009/01/coincident.html' title='Coincident'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-128412053751059535</id><published>2008-12-31T03:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:21:04.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown for new year</title><content type='html'>Countdown for new year is my first sentence that I want saying now..because for the next view hours it is not 2008 anymore..a little bit of scared I have feel now. Because it feel like my time going faster than before..and my time on faculty no longer to end and I still don't know what I'm going to do next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about plan I remember with one sentence which called " we can planning about everything in Our life, but the realization is still in God hand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I don't agree with that. Because,I think God just show us the way and we are that deciding which road that we gonna take but in the otherhand God guide us to decided it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the last hours of this year I think that I must put my plan and my way for the next. It won't be easy. But in God i believe i can make and pass it well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-128412053751059535?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/128412053751059535/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=128412053751059535' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/128412053751059535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/128412053751059535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/12/countdown-for-new-year.html' title='Countdown for new year'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-756033459319391009</id><published>2008-12-29T21:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:41:15.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'mas</title><content type='html'>Hi..merry X'mas to all and happy holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I am lay down upon my pillow, imagining how pitty this world...from the global warming issue to the social. Talking social life, I am so thankfull with my God, family and friends for their support. I am nothing without You..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for several times I watched on tv..so many warrior and important people's had forgotten..it feels so tragic isn't when our country trying to grow to be greater. But inside many of us forgeting our brother. So I made some poetry to honour them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It called &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kepada yang tersingkir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami bukan debu&lt;br /&gt;meski di matamu begitu  &lt;br /&gt;darah kucur dari luka&lt;br /&gt;belum benar kering sewaktu rebah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami yang terbaring&lt;br /&gt;kumpulan tulang belulang&lt;br /&gt;sebuah mahkluk tersingkir&lt;br /&gt;dari dunia luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segala tinggi&lt;br /&gt;hingga tangan tak dapat menggenggam&lt;br /&gt;berpulang selama ini&lt;br /&gt;hilang bersama malam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-756033459319391009?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/756033459319391009/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=756033459319391009' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/756033459319391009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/756033459319391009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title='X&apos;mas'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-1432551420467952013</id><published>2008-09-11T12:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:32:14.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of life</title><content type='html'>Hari baru saja berganti. Waktu ini terasa begitu sunyi. Di antaranya terselubung berbagai macam pemikiran di kepala ini dan sebuah penyadaran bahwa waktu berjalan begitu cepat. Di sini, aku mulai menyadari bahwa kadang kita terlalu sibuk dengan diri kita, urusan kita, dan masa depan. Sehingga secara tidak sadar kita melalui detik demi detik seperti kita berada di sebuah sistem yang telah kita program. Kita menjadi lupa untuk memberi arti kepada tiap detik itu. Dan inilah yang aku baru sadari, bahwasannya begitu indahnya tiap detik itu ( yang kini telah menjadi masa lalu )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di dalamnya tersimpan berbagai macam cerita, dari yang sedih, menjengkelkan sampai membahagiakan. Hal ini yang menjadikan kita manusia seutuhnya. Dan sepatutnya kita gembira dan bersyukur akan hal itu karena "di dalam ketidaksempurnaan di situlah kesempurnaan sejati berada". Dan kadang kita berpikir, aku harus menghilangkan kesalahan dan yang buruk-buruk di dalam hidup ini hingga menjadikan sebuah program baru yang membuat kita hanya berjalan kembali berputar di dalam sistem itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya kita bisa lebih baik dari itu dengan berdamai dengan segala. Ketika itu kita lakukan, kita sebenarnya semakin dekat dengan kebahagiaan dan kesempurnaan itu. Hal buruk, kesalahan tidaklah selalu buruk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua bergantung dari bagaimana kita memandang hal itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena sejatinya, hal-hal seperti derita, kesalahan, kematian, seyogyanya menjadi suatu "gift" yang meninggalkan kenangan indah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-1432551420467952013?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/1432551420467952013/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=1432551420467952013' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1432551420467952013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1432551420467952013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-of-life_1893.html' title='The Story of life'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-4175537020088096644</id><published>2008-09-09T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:46:47.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>healthy living tips</title><content type='html'>Healthy Eating Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMaCCSd9NXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/65GzVHrH8l8/s1600-h/PyramidWebSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMaCCSd9NXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/65GzVHrH8l8/s320/PyramidWebSmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244021791948354930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;Use a food pyramid that’s actually based on the latest and best science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t look at a pyramid  these days without thinking of food and healthy eating. There was the U.S. government’s Food Guide Pyramid, followed by its replacement, My Pyramid, which was basically the same thing, just pitched on its side. The problem was that these efforts, while generally good intentioned, have been quite flawed at actually showing people what makes up a healthy diet. Why? Their recommendations have often been based on out-of-date science and influenced by people with business interests in their messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there’s a better alternative: the Healthy Eating Pyramid, built by the faculty in the Department of Nutrition at the Harvard School of Public Health.  Based on the latest science, and unaffected by businesses and organizations with a stake in its messages, the Health Eating Pyramid is a simple, trustworthy guide to choosing a healthy diet. Its foundation is daily exercise and weight control, since these two related elements strongly influence your chances of staying healthy. The Healthy Eating Pyramid builds from there, showing that you should eat more foods from the bottom part of the pyramid (vegetables, whole grains) and less from the top (red meat, refined grains).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Quick Tips - Healthy Eating Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Start with exercise. A healthy diet is built on a base of regular exercise, which keeps calories in balance and weight in check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Focus on food, not grams. The Healthy Eating Pyramid doesn’t worry about specific servings or grams of food, so neither should you. It’s a simple, general guide to how you should eat when you eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go with plants. Eating a plant-based diet is healthiest.  Choose plenty of vegetables, fruits, whole grains, and healthy fats, like olive and canola oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cut way back on American staples. Red meat, refined grains, potatoes, sugary drinks, and salty snacks are part of American culture, but they’re also really unhealthy. Go for a plant-based diet rich in non-starchy vegetables, fruits, and whole grains. And if you eat meat, fish and poultry are the best choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Take a multivitamin, and maybe have a drink. Taking a multivitamin can be a good nutrition insurance policy. Moderate drinking for many people can have real health benefits, but it's not for everyone. Those who don’t drink shouldn’t feel that they need to start. For more information, read "Alcohol: Balancing Risks and Benefits."&lt;br /&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( based on dept. of Nutrition ( havard school of public health ) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-4175537020088096644?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/4175537020088096644/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=4175537020088096644' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/4175537020088096644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/4175537020088096644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/09/healthy-living-tips.html' title='healthy living tips'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMaCCSd9NXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/65GzVHrH8l8/s72-c/PyramidWebSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-2449586030924917638</id><published>2008-09-08T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:47:08.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all about buildings and buildings</title><content type='html'>jakarta ancol mansion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMUy7_9wu_I/AAAAAAAAADc/1v4QeB1jQ_o/s1600-h/JakartaAncolMansion4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMUy7_9wu_I/AAAAAAAAADc/1v4QeB1jQ_o/s320/JakartaAncolMansion4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243653347506961394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jakarta gardenia boulevard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMUzdUyIphI/AAAAAAAAADk/staGEU17DBQ/s1600-h/JakartaBoulevardGardeniaApartment.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMUzdUyIphI/AAAAAAAAADk/staGEU17DBQ/s320/JakartaBoulevardGardeniaApartment.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243653920031024658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciputra world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMUz5N3F0qI/AAAAAAAAADs/GsYjBis4AE0/s1600-h/JakartaCiputraWorld1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMUz5N3F0qI/AAAAAAAAADs/GsYjBis4AE0/s320/JakartaCiputraWorld1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243654399209099938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU0Xkus0rI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hGY0grjlLoQ/s1600-h/JakartaCiputraWorld2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU0Xkus0rI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hGY0grjlLoQ/s320/JakartaCiputraWorld2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243654920743998130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU0oZmuP9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/15rWM5UFUDQ/s1600-h/JakartaCiputraWorld3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU0oZmuP9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/15rWM5UFUDQ/s320/JakartaCiputraWorld3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243655209815523282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood residence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU1BelR90I/AAAAAAAAAEE/NddsKhQpMTk/s1600-h/JakartaHollywoodResidence1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU1BelR90I/AAAAAAAAAEE/NddsKhQpMTk/s320/JakartaHollywoodResidence1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243655640648382274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratu Prabu service apartement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU1W2D1RRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bLneNxc3L3o/s1600-h/JakartaRatuPrabuServiceApartment1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU1W2D1RRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bLneNxc3L3o/s320/JakartaRatuPrabuServiceApartment1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243656007727793426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;residence 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU10rl3HDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ma5PzEWdBfw/s1600-h/JakartaResidence83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU10rl3HDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ma5PzEWdBfw/s320/JakartaResidence83.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243656520313805874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU2XjpVRPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VfjK3tRcLvY/s1600-h/JakartaResidence82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU2XjpVRPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/VfjK3tRcLvY/s320/JakartaResidence82.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243657119476303090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemang square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU2yqSiTMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8K2bas8rujg/s1600-h/JakartaKemangSquare3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU2yqSiTMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8K2bas8rujg/s320/JakartaKemangSquare3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243657585116204226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU3bX0P-gI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2VBzhxUFOpk/s1600-h/JakartaKemangSquare4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU3bX0P-gI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2VBzhxUFOpk/s320/JakartaKemangSquare4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243658284531972610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU3o8utqzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f7vfMTTLR1Q/s1600-h/JakartaKemangSquare1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU3o8utqzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f7vfMTTLR1Q/s320/JakartaKemangSquare1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243658517779163954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jakarta gading icon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU4QeZhm3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/uYN0SHk8vmE/s1600-h/JakartaGadingIcon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU4QeZhm3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/uYN0SHk8vmE/s320/JakartaGadingIcon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243659196831996786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU4nqr1-HI/AAAAAAAAAFE/g-83nrYcBeI/s1600-h/JakartaTheConcord1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU4nqr1-HI/AAAAAAAAAFE/g-83nrYcBeI/s320/JakartaTheConcord1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243659595267045490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senayan city &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU45bv88LI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xq9iUA5OfTk/s1600-h/JakartaSenayanCity4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU45bv88LI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xq9iUA5OfTk/s320/JakartaSenayanCity4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243659900495392946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU5O7gMlRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8euTFps-xU/s1600-h/vttower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU5O7gMlRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X8euTFps-xU/s320/vttower2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243660269796496658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU5lvb9wWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8S5Sa3bWEj0/s1600-h/21950293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU5lvb9wWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8S5Sa3bWEj0/s320/21950293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243660661694513506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beijing dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU50re3omI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XQU3pnmIaQA/s1600-h/china-stadium-vagina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU50re3omI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XQU3pnmIaQA/s320/china-stadium-vagina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243660918330991202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU6E4olKnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tiSH3IO9-Kg/s1600-h/bubble-wrap-olympic-building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU6E4olKnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tiSH3IO9-Kg/s320/bubble-wrap-olympic-building.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243661196739291762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU6ao8OawI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oaPFAj5MgRg/s1600-h/beijing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMU6ao8OawI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oaPFAj5MgRg/s320/beijing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243661570483841794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-2449586030924917638?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/2449586030924917638/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=2449586030924917638' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/2449586030924917638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/2449586030924917638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-about-buildings-and-buildings.html' title='all about buildings and buildings'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SMUy7_9wu_I/AAAAAAAAADc/1v4QeB1jQ_o/s72-c/JakartaAncolMansion4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-981814263576822277</id><published>2008-09-05T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T06:21:04.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>Ada pepatah yang mengatakan "there is a time for everything in this world, all we have to do just keep believe in God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketika kita di hadapkan pada suatu keinginan. Hal itulah yang selalu kita dengar. Namun, apakah "believe" saja sudah cukup membantu?!..pernah seketika, ketika kita di hadapkan pada hal tersebut kita sering berkata "aku percaya pada Tuhanku dan akan Janjinya"..itulah kata-kata yang sering juga menjadi bagian dari saya. Ketika saya berucap, saya memang percaya ( believe ). Namun, ketika masa perjuangan untuk mendapatkan keinginan tersebut berkembang semakin sulit dan tidak jelas. Rasa tersebut menjadi jauh berkurang dan terkadang malah hilang, terutama ketika suara-suara yang bersifat untuk menggoyahkan perasaan itu semakin lantang terdengar. Seakan-akan secara tidak sadar diri ini masuk ke dalam sikap pesimistis tersebut dan menjauhkan diri dari keinginan kita. Sehingga, keinginan tersebut juga ikut menjauh dan menghilang. Padahal hal itu masih di sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa waktu ini, saya menyadari bahwa yang kita butuhkan bukanlah sekedar "believe" ,namun lebih ke "faith". Karena ketika kita punya rasa "faith" kita bukan saja memiliki trust/believe. Namun,strong trust and confidence in somebody/something. Sehingga ketika jalan itu makin jauh, susah dan bermunculan suara-suara yang menggoyahkan kita akan terus bertumbuh kuat karena kehadiran mereka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-981814263576822277?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/981814263576822277/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=981814263576822277' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/981814263576822277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/981814263576822277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/09/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-777010092930837984</id><published>2008-09-03T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:58:12.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>between words</title><content type='html'>Hari ini aku mengikuti kuliah etika profesi dan tata suara. Dalam dua kuliah ini aku mendapatkan suatu pemahaman baru akan arti dari berbohong, lewat mata kuliah etika profesi yang menjelaskan pada intinya berbohong itu tidaklah dosa. Karena berbohong bersifat untuk melindungi seseorang dari sesuatu yang akan memberi dampak negatif. Sedang yang sebenarnya akan mengakibatkan dosa adalah menipu, karena di sini menipu itu sendiri biasanya bersifat untuk merugikan pihak lain. So pada intinya ketika aku mulai merenungkan sebenarnya apa yang ada di dalam suatu perumusan 10 perintah Allah pada agama christian, ketika hal tersebut di hubungkan kedalamnya maka yang mengakibatkan dosa bukanlah kebohongan melainkan penipuan. Hal ini telah menjadi salah tafsiran untuk selama ini, sehingga banyak pihak merasa bingung antara batasan di dalam kebohongan yang bersifat dosa atau tidak. Karena seperti ketika seorang ibu ingin melindungi anaknya yang sedang sakit pada saat si anak menginginkan suatu yang dapat meningkatkan kesakitannya maka si ibu mau tidak mau dan sadar atau tidak sadar sekalipun akan melakukan suatu kebohongan, dan sekali lagi apakah ini dosa?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       Ketika kita kembali lagi, kita akan menemukan bahwa ada beberapa terjemahan di dalam bahasa kita yang tidak sesuai dengan maksud aslinya, sebagai contoh pada kasus di kuliah tata suara dimana dosen mengatakan bahwa kata noise di dalam bahasa aslinya tidak memiliki arti ke dalam bahasa kita, di mana noise itu sendiri sebenarnya berarti suatu suara yang tidak di kehendaki ( dan hal ini bersifat subyektif ) sedangkan berisik itu sendiri ( terjemahan dari kata noise selama ini ) berarti bahwa suatu tingkatan suara yang sangat gaduh ketika di dengar atau di tangkap oleh telinga kita.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       Kesalahan tafsir yang ke tiga terjadi pada pengucapan kata Tuhan, menurut sumber yang telah saya dapatkan sebenarnya kata Tuhan berasal dari kata Tuan. Namun, di karenakan saudara-saudara kita di wilayah timur yang kurang dapat mengeja kata tersebut sehingga oleh kita terdengar seperti Tuhan. Di dalam kitab suci umat christian sendiri yang masih menggunakan bahasa inggris atau aslinya, mereka menyebutkan bahwa Jesus is son of God. Jadi terjelaskan sudah bahwa yang di maksud sebenarnya Tuhan itu adalah sebutan bagi yang di muliakan, alias Tuan Jesus. Dan tuan alias Tuhan itu berbeda dengan Allah namun merupakan satu kesatuan yang utuh, karena Allah itu satu sedang Tuhan merupakan rupa Allah. Tuhan selama ini di kenal oleh tiap agama yang ada dengan sebutannya masing-masing. Namun, semua itu tidaklah salah karena tiap individu mempunyai hak atas sebutan yang akan mereka gunakan, namun dalam hal ini yang ingin saya bagikan adalah apapun agama dan kepercayaan yang kita anut sebenarnya kita semua berpatok kepada satu Allah, dan oleh karena itu kita semua merupakan sebuah kesatuan persaudaraan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-777010092930837984?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/777010092930837984/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=777010092930837984' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/777010092930837984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/777010092930837984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/09/between-words.html' title='between words'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-1087830738806920897</id><published>2008-08-31T22:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:11:14.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of love</title><content type='html'>* are ur palms sweaty, is ur heart racing n is ur voice caught within ur chase?&lt;br /&gt;it isn't love, it's LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;* you can't keep ur eyes or hands off of her/him?&lt;br /&gt;it isn't love, it's LUST.&lt;br /&gt;* are u proud, n eager to show her/him off?&lt;br /&gt;it isn't love, it's LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;* do u want her bcause u know she's/he's there?&lt;br /&gt;it isn't love, it's LONELINESS.&lt;br /&gt;* r u with her/him bcause it's what everyone wants?&lt;br /&gt;it isn't love, it's LOYALTY.&lt;br /&gt;* r u with her bcause she/he kissed u, or held ur hand?&lt;br /&gt;it isn't love, it's LOW CONFIDENCE.&lt;br /&gt;* Do u stay for her/him confessions of love, bcause u dom't want to hurt her/him?&lt;br /&gt;it isn't love, it's PITY.&lt;br /&gt;* Do u belong to her/him bcause the sight of her/him makes ur heart skip a beat?&lt;br /&gt;it isn't love, it's INFATUATION.&lt;br /&gt;* Do u pardon her faults bcause u care about her/him?&lt;br /&gt;it isn't love, it's FRIENDSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;* do u tell her/him everyday she's the only one you think of?&lt;br /&gt;it's not love, it's a LIE.&lt;br /&gt;* are u willing to give up all of ut fav things for her sake?&lt;br /&gt;it isn't love, it's CHARITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Doed ur heart ache n break when he's sad?&lt;br /&gt;then it's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;* Do u cry for her/his pain, even when she's/he's strong?&lt;br /&gt;then it's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;* do her/his eyes see ur true heart, n touch ur soul so deeply it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;then it's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;* do u stay bcause a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain n relation pulls u close n holds u to her/him?&lt;br /&gt;then it's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;* do u accept her/his faults bcause it's a part of who she/he is?&lt;br /&gt;then it's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;* are u attracted to others, but stay with her/him faithfully without regret?&lt;br /&gt;then it's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;* would you give her/him ur heart, ur life, ur death?&lt;br /&gt;then it's LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;now, if love is so painful, n tortures us so, why do we love?&lt;br /&gt;why is it all we search for in life?&lt;br /&gt;this pain, this agony?&lt;br /&gt;why is it all we long for?&lt;br /&gt;this torture, this powerful death of self?&lt;br /&gt;why???&lt;br /&gt;the answer is so simple cause it's...LOVE..&lt;br /&gt;it is such an addictive thing that even people who are not having it wish to experience it n share it with others as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-1087830738806920897?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/1087830738806920897/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=1087830738806920897' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1087830738806920897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1087830738806920897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/08/question-of-love.html' title='Signs of love'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-8879934595955790307</id><published>2008-08-30T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T07:43:05.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and death</title><content type='html'>Kemarin aku melihat dan sadar bahwa bagi beberapa pihak kematian begitu "menakutkan". Aku sampai saat ini masih tidak mengerti, apa yang menakutkan dari sebuah kematian?. Bukankah kematian itu terasa begitu agung, sunyi dan indah. Kenapa kita tidak menyambutnya dengan sedikit tawa dan canda. Sampai suatu ketika aku menyadari, bahwa yang kita takutkan bukanlah kematian itu. Namun, tujuan yang belum kita capai. Sehingga terkadang kita ingin tinggal lebih lama untuk menyelesaikannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, timbul suatu pertanyaan di dalam diriku. Apakah yang sebenarnya kita cari dan kejar dalam hidup ini, apakah arti atau tujuan? Dan apakah beda antara awal dan akhir, bukankah keduanya sama saja..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-8879934595955790307?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/8879934595955790307/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=8879934595955790307' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/8879934595955790307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/8879934595955790307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-and-death.html' title='Life and death'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-1877853561603460741</id><published>2008-08-22T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:21:04.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PANCASILA</title><content type='html'>Rabu tgl 20, pk. 16.00. Kuliah baru dimulai, saat itu adalah jam pelajaran Pancasila..awal masuk aku di kagetkan dengan jumlah murid untuk kelas ini yang mencapai 63...dalam sejarah, baru kali ini aku berada di kelas dengan peserta sebanyak ini. Biasanya maksimal cuma berkisar 20-25 saja..hebat2 kelas benar-benar bikin hidup dan aku pikir awalnya bakal tidak begitu membosankan. Namun semua itu segera berubah sampai sang dosen datang dan membagi pokok tugas bahasan selama satu semester, di mana kami di bagi menjadi kelompok dan ditugasi untuk menerangkan sub. Pelajaran Pancasila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dosen itu menerangkan dan mengulang-ulang sampai 2 jam. Dan itu menjadi 2 jam paling luama yang pernah aku alami. Dan selama 2 jam itu, semua orang sibuk dengan urusa masing-masing. Ada yang ngerumpi, tidur, dll..dan aku browsing internet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-1877853561603460741?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/1877853561603460741/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=1877853561603460741' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1877853561603460741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1877853561603460741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/08/pancasila.html' title='PANCASILA'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-2376350285640272975</id><published>2008-08-13T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:57:41.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar and lesson</title><content type='html'>Pk. 02.00, dan aku masi terjaga dari tidurku. Yup, aku masi browsing internet buat cari informasi tentang gitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, tiba-tiba aku ingin banget belajar memainkan gitar. Namun, karena aku buta tentang dunia gitar. Jadi, aku mulai cari tau sebanyak mungkin informasi tentang gitar. Dan pendek kata, aku mendapatkan segala info. Dari jenis-jenis gitar,bahan-bahan, perbedaan antar seri dan merk, harga, perawatan, pengaruh bahan, pemakaian, pembelajaran, dan karena keputusanku buat mulai dari gitar akustik. Maka aku mencari dengan lebih spesifik, akupun berhasil menemukan 1 merk kenamaan, yaitu: "yamaha" yang menurut aku range harga yang dia tawarkan masih rada masuk akal..berkisar Rp. 350.000- 1jt lebih. Namun, harga ini masih terbilang lebih murah di banding merk seperti fender,gibson, ibanez, dll..( bagi aku harga haruz masuk akal, karena sebagai pemula dan yang cuma buat hobi tanpa berpikir jadi profesional atau mendalami banget, so price was so influenced )..akhirnya aku mendapat 10 seri gitar akustik terbaik dengan review dari bahan, keawetan, sound reduce mpe kisaran harga.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thankfull buat yang dah ciptain internet, google, jaringan internet dan para pembuat web. Tanpa tu semua, ini semua tidak bakal terwujud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, a view times a go aku dapat banyak advice dari film "dark knight"...terutama kata-kata di salah satu film itu " kadang di butuhkan malam yang menjadi semakin gelap sebelum fajar yang terang datang". Di sini memberi aku keteguhan dalam menjalani jalan untuk mencapai sebuah harapan. Dimana jalan itu tidak selalu mudah dan menjadi lebih mudah, namun bisa saja jalan itu makin jauh, menghilang, sulit dan menyakitkan. Namun, di ujung tetap berdiri apa yang kita ingin raih. Selama kita yakin bahwa kita bisa, tidak peduli akan suatu ketika yang harus kita lalui maka kita akan mendapatkannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku dapat 1 pelajaran penting dari semua bahwa film itu mencoba berkata " a hero is not being a hero at the very first time and in the end of it. But he/she is being a hero  in the middle of the times"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God always listening us and talking to us by so many things surround"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-2376350285640272975?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/2376350285640272975/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=2376350285640272975' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/2376350285640272975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/2376350285640272975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/08/guitar-and-lesson.html' title='Guitar and lesson'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-8799856833212122486</id><published>2008-08-06T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T03:03:21.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.o.v.e</title><content type='html'>This page I'm dedicating to someone far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so many times we've spent together. Even there is a time that we've lose our contact. But untill the times we met again. You've gave me so many great meaningfull times. And my feeling for you was growth unrealized..from the 2nd times we've been met, I was realized that I can't lose you twice and I can't handle my self for trying to be care enough for you, always thinking when is your next message comes, always makes sure that you'll gonna be alright, always taking some worry 'bout you in this life, never be bored to read your message again and again, &lt;br /&gt;always wait and mizz your email. And talking 'bout email, it has made our relation being so meaningfull for me. I remember, for the last times which is I tried to get your phone number and you always refused it because it has been your promises to yourself that you are gonna tell anybody 'bout your number when you are never meet each other..from it I can catch that you are a principle girl, and it makes me like you more. And from those time I've learned how to be patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time by time was gone and now I'm really don't know what kind of feeling that I've felt for you. It's kinda sweet but sometimes it hurt me enough and drive me crazy..maybe it's all so wrong to have some feeling like this because we've never met each other and we are separate to far each other..and maybe there are so many people think that what I'm talking is just some rubbish. Maybe they'll call me crazy and don't believe it at all. But truly deeply from my heart what I've been told was the truth from my self. This is what I'm feel right now, I do confuse why it can be like this. Honestly it sound so wierd to listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the otherwise I wanna thank you, 'cause you've been showed me how to be patience, you cheer up my days, you don't bother me and always be there to listened me, always accept me warmly, told me when I was wrong, pull me when I'm down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks..even it's almost impossible for us being one. But i've been lucky to knew you and have you here as part of my life..whatever you are...it doesn't really matter for me. You is you, the one who not complete at all but these thing which makes you special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for showing me what love is suppose to be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-8799856833212122486?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/8799856833212122486/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=8799856833212122486' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/8799856833212122486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/8799856833212122486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/08/love_06.html' title='L.o.v.e'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-7748300922264187990</id><published>2008-07-31T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:04:26.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Dream</title><content type='html'>In the last view hours, when I was slept I got a strange dream. It's about being in some place which is like between life and death.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what place it is, till I was opened these door and watch some people sitting arround..then I'm realize that I'm no longer in my ordinary world. It's more likely a building, with gothic inside and it is so bright with combination of silver and gold. Shortly, there is someone come beside me who ask me to sit. Ok I'm sit then..those guy name is grounding..strange name right? Hehehe..I'm do confuse too with his name..then we have some talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first time I ask, what place it is? And he said that I will knowing it by my self with a smile.. Suddenly unknown people was came to me and pull me away from those crowd. They have the most brighten light that I ever see surrounding their body. Then they takes me out of that place to the other one's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in my confusing times, aku tiba2 melihat seseorang duduk d ujung. And he is throw something and a view peoples with guardian going somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly, tiba waktuku. Di depan orang itu aku ga tau dan ga bisa omong. Tiba2 dia bicara, "kmu ikut dia.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"siapa dia, dan apa?, what he is talking about?"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba2 some one mendatangiku dg muka ramah dia menuntunku keluar menuju ke tempat seperti sebuah teras, dan dia menyuruh aku terjun..ketika aku melihat ke bwh hanya kumpulan awan. Dalam hati cuma bisa bilang gila ya ni orang..dan sebelum bicara dan mengatakan sesuatu tiba2 aku di dorong dan berhasil terjun..dan finally I'm wake up from my dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really what a strange dream that I ever got&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-7748300922264187990?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/7748300922264187990/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=7748300922264187990' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/7748300922264187990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/7748300922264187990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/07/strange-dream.html' title='Strange Dream'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-3897679303331975543</id><published>2008-07-29T00:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T05:37:37.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PART 2.</title><content type='html'>Part 2: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       in the Sunday afternoon, I was got some motorcycle accident. ya, it's for the first time in my life. The story is like this, siang itu aku lagi aja melalui sebuah lampu merah. Karena kebiasaanku yang ga sabar jadi langsung aja aku pacu motorku dengan lumayan kencang ( kira-kira 80km/jam )...tiba-tiba bagian roda belakang motorku jadi goyang-goyang dan ga imbang yang mengakibatkan tu motor jatuh dan ikut menyeretku sebelum akhirnya aku terhempas ke sisi jalan berpasir dan batu sejauh kira - kira 5m. Yang aku lihat saat itu hanya orang-orang berdatangan dan roda belakang motorku yang masih berputar kencang. Dan langsung aku berterima kasih karena aku saat itu juga lagi pakai helm racing jadi meski kepala kebentur batu dan keseret di pasir juga ga berakibat apa-apa..hanya helmnya saja yang rusak lumayan parah dan juga kepada celana billabongku yang ternyata bahannya tebal sehingga mengurangi dampak gesekan kakiku secara langsung ke tanah dan yang terakhir jaket ku yang ikut ambil mencover bagian atas tubuhku, huehehehehe...dari sini aku banyak mengambil pelajaran, dari betapa besar kuasa Tuhan itu, karena bisa saja saat itu aku mengalami hal yang lebih parah tapi ternyata tidak, dan Tuhan juga telah membantu aku untuk jatuh keseret di sisi pasir sehingga itu dapat mengurangi laju kendaraanku yang jika di banding aspal akan berakibat lebih parah. Sekarang setelah hal itu, untuk beberapa hari ke depan hidupku berasa lebih indah. Karena aku di beri Tuhan kesempatan untuk mencoba hidup beberapa waktu ini dengan satu kaki, karena kaki ku yang satunya kena impact benturan langsung yang butuh sedikit treatment dan recovery dari impact itu untuk membuatnya berfungsi seperti semula..jadi ya beberapa waktu ini belajar berjalan. Tapi semua ni berkat, jadi aku juga bisa merasakan betapa beruntungnya aku dengan kesempurnaan yang Tuhan berikan padaku selama ini, karena seperti keadaan sekarang yang hanya dengan satu kaki aktif hidupku menjadi serasa lebih sulit....dan alhasil aku lagi tahu pada akhirnya klo kecelakaan itu di sebabkan oleh paku yang menembus ban belakangku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Thanks God for all, my friends for the support, strength, and pray...and my family for worried me...it will be good soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed is the man that endureth temptation: for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life", Bible, New Testament, James, Chapter 1, Verse 12 .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-3897679303331975543?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/3897679303331975543/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=3897679303331975543' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/3897679303331975543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/3897679303331975543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/07/part-2.html' title='PART 2.'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-5286711754805715890</id><published>2008-07-29T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:31:48.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PART 1.</title><content type='html'>Hi there...I’ve been wrote for a view times. Now I bring 2 kinds stories about my self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1:  &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       kemarin jumaat me and my buddies adain a little trip again to my SMA. After that in the afternoon si Tommy ajak ke gereja, yups gereja....kali ni bukan buat ibadah tapi lihatin anak smp Tar-Q yang latihan band yang di susul oleh david, hahahahaha kali ini beneran kurang kerjaan. &lt;br /&gt;Sementara itu di gereja itu ada satu lampu kuno yang sangat menarik perhatianku, rasanya ingin sekali aku memiliki lampu seperti itu. Dengan guratan eropa yang mendasari raut lampu itu dan di sertai kaca putih keruh di tengah memberi kesan romantic...Seperti terlihat di tangan lampu itu terukir bentuk “ singa” yang seakan menjaga nyala lampu itu dan di bagian atas terukir simbol muka “matahari” sebagai sumber cahaya itu sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SI7EH4rG1bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eD-TA_7glyM/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SI7EH4rG1bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eD-TA_7glyM/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228331857175041458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku pun jelajah gereja, and I’m so amazed with this church style which is combined Netherland and java style. Dan aku berhasil nemuin maket ( bagi yang ga tau maket, maket adalah bentuk kecil dari bangunan aslinya biasa dengan perbandingan 1:50 sampai 1:400 untuk kawasan) I’m so excited and never looking back from those thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SI7EUXHL21I/AAAAAAAAAA8/NYRq7-A9wOs/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SI7EUXHL21I/AAAAAAAAAA8/NYRq7-A9wOs/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228332071504304978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups dan memang sedari dulu aku selalu mengagumi gaya- gaya arsitek eropa, baik dari Belanda mpe Perancis yang terkenal dengan gaya2 victorianya dan bohemian, ga lupa italy yang terkenal dengan gaya romanesce dan lain-lain. Tapi aku lebih kagum dengan gaya tiap-tiap arsitek negara mereka, seperti yang biasa kita lihat di dalam film2 seperti lord of the ring dan harry potter yang meski juga sedikit terkena gaya Gothic ( dimana gaya ini mang mencerminkan England ) itu bercampur dengan kebudayaan Indonesia, seperti tampak di kota-kota tua di beberapa bagian negara ini. Sebenarnya menurut aku, ini adalah suatu aset teramat sangat berharga dan indah untuk di nikamti sekaligus di jaga. Karena karakteristik tiap bangunan masih menyatu dengan lingkungan dan bangunan sekitar yang sekarang telah jarang terlihat, selain di dalam suatu perumahan. Bahkan perumahan sendiri masih kalah menyatu, karena penyatuan mereka hanya bersifat intern di dalam kawasan tersebut. Tetapi ketika kita menengok ke luar maka suatu kawasan tersebut akan menjadi suatu identitas individualis yang berdiri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Sampe ga berhenti di situ kami juga pergi ke SMP. Dan nongkrong di sana, ternyata SMP telah berubah setelah kami sekian lama tinggalkan dari jalan buat motor yang dah di ganti dengan batu candi sampai tegel hitam Zaman Belanda yang di sulap menjadi keramik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SI7EyG-X9TI/AAAAAAAAABE/2AoQf-Rymq8/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SI7EyG-X9TI/AAAAAAAAABE/2AoQf-Rymq8/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228332582568457522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fasad bangunan pun di perbaharui sana sini, di cat sana sini. Tapi karena regulasi pemkot Magelang yang melarang gubahan pada fasad muka bangunan maka bentuknya masih dipertahankan untuk mengenang salah satu bangunan tinggalan Belanda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SI7E_JJpvOI/AAAAAAAAABM/6J0C6iR1W_8/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SI7E_JJpvOI/AAAAAAAAABM/6J0C6iR1W_8/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228332806490930402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan waktu itu masih di adakan latihan drum band yang sekarang di isi oleh mayoritas anak cewek lebih banyak di banding dulu semenjak aku tinggalin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SI7FPWPdBPI/AAAAAAAAABU/INZZ-GrAisI/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SI7FPWPdBPI/AAAAAAAAABU/INZZ-GrAisI/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228333084882830578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.b. dulu aku pernah ikut ekstra ini bersama beberapa teman cowok lainnya , namun karena ga bisa niup terompet akhirnya aku keluar deh bersama tommy dan mulai konsentrasi di basket...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-5286711754805715890?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/5286711754805715890/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=5286711754805715890' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/5286711754805715890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/5286711754805715890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/07/part-1.html' title='PART 1.'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/SI7EH4rG1bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eD-TA_7glyM/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-3241580557728696644</id><published>2008-07-24T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:13:56.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hours</title><content type='html'>Hi.. Ga tau kenapa tapi rasanya jadi ketagihan nge post,h5..meski keadaan mata sudah memanggil untuk di tutup tapi rasanya belum tega meninggalkan blog ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan di sinilah aku, setelah perjalananku selama 12 jam bersama my good friends. Yupz 12 jam, h5..breaking the record. Diawali dari rencana ke jogja untuk nonton dan mengantar temenku cari kost. Awalnya aku cuma berpikiran, kalo aku izin pergi jogja aku ga mungkin di perbolehkan. Tapi gambaran tawaran rencana itu sangat asik. Apalagi buat nton dark knight yang secara aku mpe sekarang lum nonton. So finally, aku mulai mikir gmana bisa pergi tapi tanpa di ketahui jika aku pergi jogja. Dan akhirnya aku omong mau kumpul2 dan jalan2 putar2 magelang. Dengan bayangan paling kalo nonton dan cari kost 6 jam cukup. Jadi aku bisa ada di rumah sebelum papaku pulang kerja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kenyataan berbeda, dari munculnya delay keberangkatan sampai rencana2 tambahan. Yupz alhasil kami berangkat dari rumahku sekitar pukul. 12pm dan lagi pulang jam 12.30 am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya ortu belum curiga. Sampai di mulai pk. 10.30pm yang dimana aku belum pulang, yang secara kalo di pikir aneh juga putar2 di magelang sampe smalam itu yang notabena setelah pk. 9an kehidupan kota mulai hilang. Dan seperti yang aku takutkan, mereka menghubungi aku saat itu..tapi aku masi bisa memberi alasan bahwa aku masi makan ( dan ya memang aku lagi makan, tapi di Jogja ) dan yah pikirku palingan bentar lagi ortu juga tidur so rada santai toh yang penting pulang. Dan ga berasa sampai pk. 11pm sebelum kami memutuskan pulang pk 11.30 dari Jogja..selama di perjalanan yang aku lihat hanya kekosongan malam dan beberapa truk. Parahnya, karena terlalu menikmati. Aku jadi lupa akan kebohonganku..dan yah kira2 pk. 12 mereka telp. Lagi kali ini dengan nada kesal dan kawatir..dan aku yang benar2 kaget soalnya karena ga biasanya mereka masih bangun pk. Segini dan serasa mereka tau kalo aku pergi Jogja. Langsung otakku blank dan aku hanya bisa jawab dah dekat rumah.. Padahal perjalanan masih berkisar 20 menitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai detik ini aku yang masih percaya kalo mereka akan tidur setelah tau hal itu. Dan ternyata tidak, tepatnya pk. 12.30am ketika membuka pintu..aku berasa memasuki ruang sidang dg anggota sidang ortuku sendiri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan yup, finally I must face it karena aku tau gmanapun aku dah bersalah skali dengan mereka..dan aku juga harus mau menerima konsekuensinya dengan lapang dada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: for my parents sorry because I've been made you all worried me all day long and makes you all going sleep late, to tommy and david sorry soalnya aku tau kalian capek dan harusnya bisa inap tapi gara2 aku gagal tapi thanks for the day and take care of me..you've done a good job..hahaha i enjoyed this moment meski ga jadi nonton dark knight gara2 full..hikz5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-3241580557728696644?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/3241580557728696644/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=3241580557728696644' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/3241580557728696644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/3241580557728696644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/07/12-hours.html' title='12 hours'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-8689031895651662623</id><published>2008-07-24T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:42:37.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiyo No Uta</title><content type='html'>Taiyo No Uta, it's a movie which is story about a girl who get XP's syndrom, her name is kaoru amane. And it was based on reallity. XP itself is some disease which  is may us have no protection from the sunlight. So because of this fact the girl in the movie was only live at night..and she has limited times of life..and her times is only untill age 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 2 years of her live. She found a man who had cought her attention. And shortly, she is share it to her best friend. Then luckily, her best friend have some appointment with some one she likes..and she is take kaoru to join her too. And then they go together to meet him. On that place the guy who kaoru bestfriend like take his friend too..fortunately the guy who he took was the guy that kaoru like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stories begin..from that moment, they almost share all the times that they get together.  on their journey, their feeling grow being deeper. But their relation doesn't come in easy way. They get so many trouble inside. Like triangle of love between them, the kaoru illness, their music project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in the view last times they've been united for the short times untill kaoru pass away..but her song still live till now. It call taiyo no uta " a song to the sun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, today I was went to my ex senior high school. H5..I was met my ex teachers, and once more I was forgot a view names of them..h5. But it was a nice thing to cameback again and knew that they are there..h5. I've been got a lot of nice memories in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s thank to susan,h5..i'll try my best to write in this blog. Btw good luck for your new day and good to see you comeback and getting stronger..GBU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-8689031895651662623?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/8689031895651662623/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=8689031895651662623' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/8689031895651662623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/8689031895651662623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/07/taiyo-no-uta.html' title='Taiyo No Uta'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-1888953164789630406</id><published>2008-07-23T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T04:26:58.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful morning</title><content type='html'>Go back...alias mudik,h5...yup aku dah di magelanx, my city...meski kota ni kuecil tapi still interesting to explore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last morning I was surprised by a beautiful scene of sunrise. It is so wonderful...with the golden light shining trough the sky. It was covered the two great mountain which is merbabu and merapi, and makes some siluet in the outline and with the colour combination of the sky it's being some romantic scene...oh really how nice it was.  And in the next view times the wind was blowed enough, gives sounds between the grass and the flowers..oh..meanwhile the birds take a place too, those times they came to sing a morning song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all been united in the warm morning down from clearly sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;oya, last night when I'm still in Jogja..ada cerita tentang koki yang bingung dengan menu masakan yang aku pesan. Ketika itu aku pesan ca kangkung sebagai pelengkap menu ku. Tapi aku juga kasi catatan tanpa bumbu masak, ga ada yang salah khan?? At least for me. Tapi tu koki mondar mandir nanyain ke aku tentang keyakinan dan kebenaran pesanku...dan setelah clear. Masakanku datang, dan yang bikin uncomfortable buat aku saat itu adalah aku makan sambil di tungguin tu koki. Yupz he stands right beside me..after makanku selesai. Aku tanya, " bapak nungguin aku ada apa?" dan jawabnya " bapak merasa heran dengan menu pesananmu yang condong ke netral, apa enak? Gmana rasanya? Ya aku jawab enak, kangkungnya masih manis dan brasa baru..h5..short time then he left us dengan muka bingung,hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiap makanan dah ada rasanya. Jadi klo mau tambahen, seperlunya aja..h5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-1888953164789630406?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/1888953164789630406/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=1888953164789630406' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1888953164789630406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/1888953164789630406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautiful-morning_23.html' title='Beautiful morning'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-8459573159181802388</id><published>2008-07-21T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:18:47.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>night</title><content type='html'>hi there...back again in the middle of the night, I'm still can't sleep right now. my mind still in his journey. at least there a huge problem which is so disturbing me right now. ( this time maybe I'm to childish... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all about my feeling to someone far away, I don't know what kind of feeling that I feel right now, it's so complicated to explained it one by one...but i'll try to sharing it, as good as I feels. a view times a go there was a girl whom came from nowhere...from that moment we've been got closer enough till someday she had gone. at that moment I don't feel anything..till one day I'm realize that I'm missed her so much...it takes short times ( about 3 months ) she came again to my life, but on this moment is very special and this moment won't be forgotten from me. it is because she come back right when I'm celebrated my birthday, soon after that moment I felt that I've got the most valuable present...unfortunately our relations doesn't come easy, at least in the last view times...she starting get busy with her own thing and I feel there is not enough times for me again. what makes me so down now is, I know that sometimes she get a view times to repply my messages but she didn't do that, it likes she forget me a little by a little...she is begin to enjoy with her new buddies outside. may it was my false to get higher hope about her and get jealosy about this situation ( but I still can handle it, I don't know what I'm suppose to do right now because I'm feel that I'm no who I am..and it's just my first time to get kind of feel like this) this situation give a lot of change on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I know that she was knew about my feeling to her from 3 months a go, even I'm not told her before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the otherwise, I realize when we are really love to someone else we will wait and be patient enough...to her, we will still give our heart and care even there are no repply from her/his. because love it self is not only being one someday, if we can't love her/his we can still happy enough because of the moment that we've been shared together and it is will last forever than our status itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from here i've learned something which is " love is a feeling but being one is desicion ( keputusan maksudnya..hehehehe...)sorry klo salah nulis, kata ni yang selalu aku lupa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so from now I feels that God is being good for me, because he learns me a new thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oya , tadi aku lihat banyak nya kesenjangan di antara kita sesama manusia....I feel pitty about that, why we can being as one as a brother? why there is a GAP upon us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so forthat I make a poetry to my brother outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kepada yang tersingkir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami bukan debu&lt;br /&gt;meski dimatamu begitu&lt;br /&gt;darah kucur dari luka&lt;br /&gt;belum benar kering sewaktu rebah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami yang terbaring&lt;br /&gt;kumpulan tulang belulang&lt;br /&gt;sebuah mahkluk tersingkir&lt;br /&gt;dari dunia luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segala tinggi&lt;br /&gt;hingga tak dapat menggenggam&lt;br /&gt;berpulang selama ini&lt;br /&gt;hilang bersama malam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope this poetry will inspiring you about how meaningful they are as our brother too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-8459573159181802388?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/8459573159181802388/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=8459573159181802388' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/8459573159181802388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/8459573159181802388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/07/night.html' title='night'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2788869587842956402.post-4568062783217113850</id><published>2008-07-21T03:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T02:31:46.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C.R.O.S.S</title><content type='html'>Last few times with the rest of my mood aku paksain ikutin kuliah yang teramat nge bosenin dengan dosen yang ga jelas, kenapa ga jelas?? Bayangin aja ketika dia nerangin mukanya tu ga familiar buanget dan yah nada2 nya serasa seperti nyanyian nina bobok...dan dengan super cepat dan sikap cueknya he explain all likes he explained it to himself...finally no one who understand what he told about, heheheehehe...jadi nyapi semua box...dan tiba2 ga sadar aku mulai mikirin hal-hal ga penting seperti biasanya, kali ini tentang salib...yuppzzz salib alias cross. Dan gambaran dan definisi2 aneh pun bermunculan keluar dari otakku...likes,&lt;br /&gt;In religion and art, the cross is the richest and most enduring of geometric symbols, taking many forms and meanings troughout history. It is both the emblem of the christian faith and more ancient and universal image of cosmos reduced to its simplest term-two intersecting lines making four points and the four rains-bearing winds, the four phases of the moon, and the four great gods of elements. The arms of the cross could be multiplied to six or eight. In china, a cross within a square represented the earth and stability. The cross was also a summary of the tree of life, Christians believed that Christ's cross was constructed from the tree of knowledge so the cross gained symbolism as the instrument of human redemption. The vertical axis of the cross has ascensional meaning, while the horizontal axis stands for earthly life. The form of the crossbar, appears to synthesize christian and pagan cosmic symbolism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(change the leanguage...hehehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salib juga memiliki suatu arti khusus di mana tiap arah simetris yang terwujud seolah olah ingin mengingatkan kita kepada suatu hubungan kita dengan sang Pencipta kita dan sekitar kita. Hal ini dapat terlihat lewat ke empat arah tersebut di mana arah atas menunjuk hubungan kita dengan The Creator ( GOD itself ), arah kiri dan kanan kepada apa yang ada di sekitar kita dan arah bawah mengingatkan kita kemana kelak kita akan berpulang sekaligus bumi tempat kita berpijak dan belajar untuk hidup. Dan aku tiba- tiba juga kepikiran kenapa ya orang-orang katholik tu tiap mau doa pake tanda salib, huahahahaha saking asiknya mikir mpe ketiduran di kelas, tapi ya wajar dah saat itu dosennya nge bosenin, kaku, ga jelas ngomong apa dan paling penting tu ruangan ber- AC hmmmmmmm Pw banget, huehehehehe...tapi aku ga lupa dengan tugasku lo...meski aku tidur tadi aku dah selesai dengan tugas yang di berikan oleh bapak duosennn yang mpe sekarang saking hebatnya aku lum hafal tu dosen namanya sapa,hehehehe...( maaf ya pak...hihihihi) padahal ni kali ke dua aku ambil mata kuliah ni, di mana ni gara2 kebodohanku waktu itu yang lupa nge save waktu ujian akhir dan guess what?? Di detik2 terakhir listirk padam...yah...padam sodara-sodara...dan genset nya ga langsung akitf ( taux deh tu univ. Dah ada genset belum waktu itu )....duh benernya rasanya males ikut kuliah ni, rasanya tiap ikut kuliah ni bawaannya nguantukzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya mpe lupa..hehehehe back to the topics, akhirnya aku tahu kenapa umat katolik pake tanda salib. At least ni definisiku yang aku dapet dari sang pemberi wangsit misterius di dalam perjalanan di alam mimpi. Selain untuk mengingat akan Tuhan Jesus sendiri ternyata tu tanda juga sebagai ucapan syukur, pertama dari kepala kepada Tuhan, pundak kiri dan kanan kepada sekitar dan dada kepada leluhur dan keluarga mereka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally i'm just realize that GOD always teachs us everytimes and everywhere by so many things realize or not...but surround us are wisefully knowledge that GOd have  been gave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2788869587842956402-4568062783217113850?l=ruippucino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/feeds/4568062783217113850/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2788869587842956402&amp;postID=4568062783217113850' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/4568062783217113850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2788869587842956402/posts/default/4568062783217113850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruippucino.blogspot.com/2008/07/cross.html' title='C.R.O.S.S'/><author><name>ruippucino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10000851916933047874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0nDJbR4bDc/Sa1mpTUntnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MFI_Qmj5ooo/S220/today_show_827_016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
