<?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-17014668</id><updated>2012-01-29T19:54:35.118+07:00</updated><category term='holiday'/><category term='my pride'/><category term='events'/><category term='my life'/><category term='songs'/><category term='review'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='poets'/><title type='text'>Life is always a Wonderful Journey....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-528547791675152199</id><published>2012-01-13T11:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:25:43.831+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Falling Slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="large"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Glen Hansard&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;But I want you&lt;br /&gt;All the more for that&lt;br /&gt;Words fall through me&lt;br /&gt;And always fool me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't react&lt;br /&gt;And games that never amount&lt;br /&gt;To more than they're meant&lt;br /&gt;Will play themselves out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;The moods that take me and erase me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm painted black&lt;br /&gt;You have suffered enough&lt;br /&gt;And warred with yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's time that you won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly sing your melody&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Loving this song from the first time I hear it... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-528547791675152199?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/528547791675152199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=528547791675152199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/528547791675152199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/528547791675152199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2012/01/falling-slowly.html' title='Falling Slowly'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-6603022551727856879</id><published>2012-01-01T16:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:25:59.330+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>2011: A Year of New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>First of all, I &amp;nbsp;wanna wish everyone a Happy New Year... May things turns out better in this new year for all of us.. (kayak banyak yang baca aja ya..?! Hehehe :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, there are so many new things that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest thing is, I got a new full-time job. Yay! Finally after a struggle through the recruitment processes, I nailed the job :)&lt;br /&gt;But with this new job, I needed to re-evaluate my plans, especially my study plans. That time I was still in my second semester of post grad school. Since this job wasn't easy to get, so I decided to postpone and take a leave from school, up until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, starting from the 1st of May 2011, I started my training for this new job in one of their training center in Makassar. At that time, imagining to live in a city so far away from home was a little scary. Well, I've spent three years far from home once I did my undergraduate studies, but Bandung isn't as far as Makassar from Pekanbaru, right?&lt;br /&gt;So then, I spent nearly half of 2011 in this not so new city. Learning my least favorite subject in senior high, Accounting and Finance (Aaargh!) Well, the quotation saying "What you resist, persist" is pretty much true in this matter. I never liked Accounting, never get good grades in this subject, refuse to take Financial Management as a major during undergrad. But now, I end up having to study this very subject all over again for &amp;nbsp;five months.&lt;br /&gt;These months has been stressful yet fun. In my previous post I wrote that there are tests nearly every week during this five months. But then again, the togetherness of 77 strangers living far far away from home and the spirit to be a good auditor makes us stay.&lt;br /&gt;The chance to explore the city and some tourist destination around South Sulawesi during the weekends made this training worth it. Hehehe.. It saves a lot of money though, since we only have to pay for a small part of our traveling expense. Because everyone whose following the training gets two chance to go on holiday together with the whole participants of training, the transportation and accommodation was covered, we just have to add a few hundred thousand Rupiahs to sum it up if it cost more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on weekdays the day starts with a morning ceremony where the "Pembina" checks whether everyone's there, who is sick, who's absent. it's held around 6.45 AM before breakfast and another one held after breakfast before entering class. The classes starts on 8 AM up until 4 PM from Monday to Friday.&lt;br /&gt;During the first two weeks, we still have class until 8 PM. Oh my, this was soooo exhausting. But after that period of time, we only study during the day. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have sports training twice a week, early in the morning on Tuesdays and Fridays. It was really hard to wake up that early for Subuh prayers and sports. But when we get used to it, it became a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we had dinner around seven. Afterwards, we have time for self study and then another ceremony with the Pembina for attendance check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued... ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-6603022551727856879?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6603022551727856879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=6603022551727856879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6603022551727856879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6603022551727856879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-year-of-new-beginnings.html' title='2011: A Year of New Beginnings'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-7902974902071627223</id><published>2011-08-07T21:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:25:59.337+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>A Quick Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hello there, it's been quite a while since I updated this blog. Well, I've been pretty busy lately with all the trainings I have to attend and the lousy internet service here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So, it has already been about four months that I started living in a dorm in Makassar, South Sulawesi, to attend a series of training from my new office, &lt;i&gt;Badan Pemeriksa Keuangan Republik Indonesia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The training started on May the 2nd, and will continue until the beginning of October. During these training we got materials regarding to Civics and the organization's history and business process. Nonetheless, we also have to follow series of training on Finance and Accounting, which becomes a burden for me, because I never liked any of these subjects. We got around 18 weeks of training on Finance, Accounting, Auditing and Governmental Regulations on Financial matters. One word to describe all of this is, Boring. Because all we gotta do is listen to lectures from 8 to 5, Monday to Friday, and the most annoying thing is we have exams every two weeks. I even once had a remedial test for one of the Accounting classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One thing that makes everything easier around here is the friends, the people, my future colleagues. The people that share the same dreams, to work in this institution, to be an auditor, to create a better financial condition for Indonesia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We share pretty much everything here. We spent almsot 24 hours together everyday, even on weekends. Somehow, this togetherness is the one thing I'll never forget from the process of my life. The new personalities I met, the new habits dan culture. The surprises I get from them. And most importantly, I have a new family here. A family of 77 people whose always trying to do their best every single day, even with sore eyes, unfit condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So, here I am, trying to enjoy and survive it's training. Still got around two months to go. Gotta keep my spirit raising high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cheers! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-7902974902071627223?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7902974902071627223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=7902974902071627223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7902974902071627223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7902974902071627223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2011/08/quick-update.html' title='A Quick Update'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-7955421759090562738</id><published>2011-04-14T08:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T08:30:17.571+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Job Hunting Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since I graduated in 2007, I've following a lot of job recruitment process. And most of it didn't end up well. I nearly got a few of them and failed in the medical check up process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009, I started working in A hospital in my hometown, Pekanbaru. And also had a part time job as an English teacher. I did this job for almost two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I decided to continue my studies in University of Indonesia to get my Masters degree. I'm studying Hospital Administration Studies. But during this process I keep on following job recruitment process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I got a job (yay!) in one of the government's office. It's in the finance auditing sector. I will start my training process in may 2011, then I'll be stationed in their head office in Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;So, wish me luck on my new job guys. And hopefully I still can get my masters degree, amin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-7955421759090562738?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7955421759090562738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=7955421759090562738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7955421759090562738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7955421759090562738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2011/04/job-hunting-journey.html' title='Job Hunting Journey'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-7820772915840975986</id><published>2011-03-27T09:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T08:23:07.247+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poets'/><title type='text'>Pablo Neruda's Sonets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Sonnet XVII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,&lt;br /&gt;or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.&lt;br /&gt;I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;in secret, between the shadow and the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you as the plant that never blooms&lt;br /&gt;but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,&lt;br /&gt;risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.&lt;br /&gt;I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;&lt;br /&gt;so I love you because I know no other way than this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where I does not exist, nor you,&lt;br /&gt;so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,&lt;br /&gt;so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. "&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/4026.Pablo_Neruda" class="authorName" style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24);   line-height: 18px; font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div class="quoteText" style="font-size: 14px; padding: 0px 5px 10px 0px;"&gt;"If You Forget Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how this is:&lt;br /&gt;if I look&lt;br /&gt;at the crystal moon, at the red branch&lt;br /&gt;of the slow autumn at my window,&lt;br /&gt;if I touch&lt;br /&gt;near the fire&lt;br /&gt;the impalpable ash&lt;br /&gt;or the wrinkled body of the log,&lt;br /&gt;everything carries me to you,&lt;br /&gt;as if everything that exists,&lt;br /&gt;aromas, light, metals,&lt;br /&gt;were little boats&lt;br /&gt;that sail&lt;br /&gt;toward those isles of yours that wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now,&lt;br /&gt;if little by little you stop loving me&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop loving you little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If suddenly&lt;br /&gt;you forget me&lt;br /&gt;do not look for me,&lt;br /&gt;for I shall already have forgotten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it long and mad,&lt;br /&gt;the wind of banners&lt;br /&gt;that passes through my life,&lt;br /&gt;and you decide&lt;br /&gt;to leave me at the shore&lt;br /&gt;of the heart where I have roots,&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;that on that day,&lt;br /&gt;at that hour,&lt;br /&gt;I shall lift my arms&lt;br /&gt;and my roots will set off&lt;br /&gt;to seek another land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;if each day,&lt;br /&gt;each hour,&lt;br /&gt;you feel that you are destined for me&lt;br /&gt;with implacable sweetness,&lt;br /&gt;if each day a flower&lt;br /&gt;climbs up to your lips to seek me,&lt;br /&gt;ah my love, ah my own,&lt;br /&gt;in me all that fire is repeated,&lt;br /&gt;in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;my love feeds on your love, beloved,&lt;br /&gt;and as long as you live it will be in your arms&lt;br /&gt;without leaving mine"&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/4026.Pablo_Neruda" class="authorName" style="text-decoration: none; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style=" color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-7820772915840975986?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7820772915840975986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=7820772915840975986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7820772915840975986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7820772915840975986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2011/03/pablo-nerudas-sonets.html' title='Pablo Neruda&apos;s Sonets'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-3110086434128572517</id><published>2011-03-26T21:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:38:49.232+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>dreams.</title><content type='html'>"It's not the matter of a big dream, it's our effort that matters. The bigger your efforts are, the bigger things you will get, even bigger than your dreams." - Iwan Setyawan&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days ago I went to a book launching, it was 9 Summers 10 Autumns. I haven't read the book yet, but from the reviews it's an inspiring book. I got the invitation from a quiz on the internet I happened to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The event was held in Oyster Restaurant in Plaza Senayan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were also music performance by Iwan Abdie, who was really cool and entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After listening to the author talked a bout his dreams. I realized that we simply can have really really small derams, but in the end this small dreams encourage us to bigger do things to get bigger things more than our dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was a little girl, I always wanted to be a doctor, have a happy life and everything in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, now here I am, not a doctor, a Management graduate, whose studying for a Masters degree. I'm pretty much happy with what I have now, but I have a lot of dreams to live up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some in mind. get good job. Get married (yeah, of course ;P). and live a happy life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, let's just enjoy life, and be grateful for everything we got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-3110086434128572517?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3110086434128572517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=3110086434128572517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/3110086434128572517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/3110086434128572517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2011/03/dreams.html' title='dreams.'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-6082394805270617035</id><published>2011-03-22T18:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:51:53.911+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Going Back to the corner where I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move&lt;br /&gt;Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Saying, "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some try to hand me money, they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man&lt;br /&gt;I know it makes no sense but what else can I do&lt;br /&gt;How can I move on when I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving, I'm not moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policeman says, "Son you can't stay here"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year"&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows&lt;br /&gt;If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause If one day you wake up and find that you're missing me&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving, I'm not moving,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving, I'm not moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about the guy that's waiting on a girl&lt;br /&gt;There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you wont mean to but you'll see me on the news&lt;br /&gt;And you'll come running to the corner&lt;br /&gt;'cause you'll know it's just for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus 2x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gS9o1FAszdk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-6082394805270617035?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6082394805270617035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=6082394805270617035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6082394805270617035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6082394805270617035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2011/03/script-man-who-cant-be-moved.html' title='The Script - The Man Who Can&apos;t Be Moved'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gS9o1FAszdk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-171374526354013994</id><published>2011-03-07T08:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T08:21:09.935+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Lucky - Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FAetEUGwAsU?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;Talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the breezes through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite song, heuheu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-171374526354013994?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/171374526354013994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=171374526354013994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/171374526354013994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/171374526354013994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2011/03/lucky-jason-mraz-and-colbie-caillat.html' title='Lucky - Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FAetEUGwAsU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-5271853805023029292</id><published>2011-03-07T06:47:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T07:11:19.210+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>It's over, even when it hasn't started yet</title><content type='html'>Another prove that I have no luck in this love and relationship department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read my previous blog posts, you'll know that I'm trying to make things work with my best friend. And last Friday I went to Bandung to meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out that night for dinner and movie at Parijs Van Java. Dinner was great, everything was delicious. And the movie was funny and very entertaining. I laugh much, I nearly cried.&lt;br /&gt;Before going out, I text him to ask if it is okay if my cousin joined us. But he said he wants us to be alone, he needs to talk to me. Okay, so we're alone.&lt;br /&gt;At dinner I asked him what did he want to talk about. He said he didn't wanna ruin the moment, he'll talk to me later, after our ride home.&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy that night, that I thought he was gonna say something nice and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at my uncle's house, I went in for awhile before we started talking.&lt;br /&gt;So, there we are, sitting really close to each other. Then he starts talking, short sentences. I already see a lot of regrets in those short words. Until he said, Sorry. My heart sunked. I'm starting to have a bad feeling.&lt;br /&gt;He said that we're not on the same page. Having a girlfriend or things like that isn't his priority now. He wants to finish school and get a job soon. That's what's important for him now. That time, it was really hard for me to breathe. My heart starts to shatter. But I tried not to cry in front of him. I want him to know that I can be strong, strong enough to bear all those news and sadness upon us.&lt;br /&gt;He said he loves and cares for me like a bestfriend and sister. And he wants us to be bestfriends as always. And maybe in the years to come, if it's meant to be, we'll eventually be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just want you to know, I don't need the status, I just need you to be there for me, to care for me in what ever condition I'm facing. You, just being there will be a huge help. I thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I'm proud of myself, I can face you yesterday with a smile and all those silly jokes like we never had those conversations.&lt;br /&gt;I have to move on, find somebody else who loves me more and wants to be with me. But, for the very last time, I hope we still have a chance. I want to give it one more try, I don't know when, maybe when you're ready. If we're meant to be, then we'll be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, he posted this Note on his Facebook the night after we had the talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To a Friend, With Love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry...&lt;br /&gt;That door doesn’t open for both of us at the same time&lt;br /&gt;This place doesn’t belong to us in the mean time&lt;br /&gt;But please, still be walking with me&lt;br /&gt;Sharing our joy with them like we're used to be&lt;br /&gt;This painful moment will get by&lt;br /&gt;Along with those tears and cry&lt;br /&gt;You know,&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when I see you’re hurt&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad when I know you’re sad&lt;br /&gt;So, cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend is always here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandung, March 4 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a friend, with love...&lt;br /&gt;a best friend's Love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for that dear bestfriend :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-5271853805023029292?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5271853805023029292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=5271853805023029292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5271853805023029292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5271853805023029292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-over-even-when-it-hasnt-started-yet.html' title='It&apos;s over, even when it hasn&apos;t started yet'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-914958044205295383</id><published>2011-03-01T23:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T23:19:49.719+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours Truly - A Great Indonesian Short Film ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/20466527?portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/20466527"&gt;YOURS TRULY - Short Film&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/cineetcetera"&gt;Cine et Cetera&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-914958044205295383?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/914958044205295383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=914958044205295383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/914958044205295383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/914958044205295383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2011/03/yours-truly-great-indonesian-short-film.html' title='Yours Truly - A Great Indonesian Short Film ;)'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-8573026241648965343</id><published>2011-02-24T05:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T05:23:23.521+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>On Love and Friendship</title><content type='html'>if you read my previous posts, you'll see that I'm a believer of Friends, let alone best friends, especially when it's between the opposite sex, can't purely be 'friendship'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just me, giving cynical judgement. It's just what actually happened in my love life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the story. Last Friday, just after me and my bestfriends went to have fun at Dunia Fantasi, Ancol, My best friend, the one I was talking about in my previous post, read my blog with smiling and happy face. But that time he didn't say anything. because there was my other friends in the car. So, in the break of dawn on Saturday I text him "I wanna talk to you abaout what I wrote. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about it."&lt;br /&gt;About two hours later he replied "It's alright. last night, it just caught me by surprise. It takes time, if not whatever I do now will be meaningless. I hope you'd understandit and that nothing will ever change in our lifelong friendship." Then I replied (don't really remember my words) that I'd understand and be very patient to wait for what ever he's gonna do. then another reply came "Yeah, just let it flow ya za. And when the time is right, you should know that I'll definitely be the one who fight for it. You are indeed one of the most important person in my life, besides my family. And I hope it tells you something.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am a week later, still waiting for him to make a move. But then again, I'll wait for the longest time that I can bare to wait, cause you're worth the wait dear.. *Hugs for E :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-8573026241648965343?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8573026241648965343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=8573026241648965343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8573026241648965343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8573026241648965343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-love-and-friendship.html' title='On Love and Friendship'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-3410885869519582886</id><published>2011-02-17T06:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:13:49.111+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Boy Meets Girl --&gt; Lovers</title><content type='html'>I've been in love with this guy for quite a while now. He's one of my oldest best friend. I've known him all my life. The thing is, I've had rejected him years ago, back when we were just teenagers. But now we're all grown ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime around 2009 and 2010, I got these questions stuck in my head. If I met someone new, why do I keep comparing these new dudes with my best friend? It's weird. It's like he's all I ever wanted in a guy. But then again, I'm just too proud to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are sooo many novels and romantic comedy about this situation, friends --&gt; best friends --&gt; lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this theme is my favorite theme for movies or novels that I watch or read. The problem is, knowing that most friendship between boys &amp; girls will never be 'pure' friendship. I became more and more in denial about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I grew older, I tend to compromise. I thought, I'm nearly 25 y.o and still single with no wedding possibilities soon. While in Indonesia, my age is a common age when girls turned to be a wife. But actually I don't really give a damn about what people think, as long as I'm happy and my parents aren't forcing me to get married soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, I've never been lucky in this department. I've always fallen for someone whose not having mutual feelings for me. It's like happening all the time. As I've said before, I don't fall in love easily. It can take months or even years to make me fall for a guy. But then again, I'm never lucky in this relationship thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has almost been a year that I've stopped my search and start building a better relationship with my best friend. It's not that I want to marry him right away. It's just I wanna make it possible for us to at least try, to make it work. Where ever it'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you read this, why don't you just ask me, and I would've said yes.&lt;br /&gt;But if it's me whose gonna ask you, then it's gonna take more time, I need the courage to do so. It's not easy, and sometimes it hurts to miss you so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-3410885869519582886?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3410885869519582886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=3410885869519582886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/3410885869519582886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/3410885869519582886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2011/02/boy-meets-girl-lovers.html' title='Boy Meets Girl --&gt; Lovers'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-2645382629250161544</id><published>2011-02-13T08:49:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T07:19:06.719+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Mamaku Setangguh Karang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCe4PHAiOms/TVfTPm0kHYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sVJjpAdpI1A/s1600/2011%2B062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCe4PHAiOms/TVfTPm0kHYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sVJjpAdpI1A/s320/2011%2B062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573155328966794626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, orang yang paling saya kagumi di dunia ini. Dengan kesabaran dan ketegarannya selalu bisa mendampingi Papa saat dalam kondisi apapun. Sabar dengan keluhan-keluhan abang yang terkadang saya rasa sangat menyebalkan. Sabar dengan saya yang kebanyakan maunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama orang yang amat sangat tenang dan sabar. Apapun yang dihadapinya selalu berusaha ia tuntaskan sendiri. Bahkan jika itu sebuah penyakit yang mengerikan. Jadi itulah yang terjadi. Dua minggu lalu Mama menjalani operasi pada paru-parunya, karena ada nodule yang divonis sebagai kanker, yang pada saat dilakukan PET Scan terlihat ganas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nodule ini terlihat saat Mama melakukan Medical Check Up di RS tempat ia bekerja pada pertengahan Desember lalu. Namun karena begitu banyak hal terjadi di beberapa minggu setelah pemerikasaan (keponakan saya yang kedua meninggal dunia) Mama baru mengetahui hasilnya pada akhir Desember. Hasil itu pun hanya disimpannya sendiri, ia berkonsultasi kemana-mana. Sampai akhirnya mengirimkan semua hasil pemeriksaan pada Wak Aziz yang seorang dokter dan profesor di Jakarta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai saat itu Papa pun belum tahu keadaan Mama ini. Apalagi saya, abang dan kakak ipar saya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sibuk dengan berlibur. Karena saat itu sedang libur semester. Sibuk bertemu teman-teman, sibuk merencanakan apayang akan saya lakukan sampai kembali kuliah, dan tentunya sibuk dengan acara pernikahan sepupu saya di Bangkinang dan Bandung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berita mengejutkan ini saya terima dari Tante Welly di Bandung saat hendak menghadiri resepsi pernikahan sepupu saya itu. Saat Tante bertanya, "Mama sakit apa sih Za? katanya mau dioperasi ya?", jelas saja saya bingung. Tidak terbayang sama sekali Mama benar- benar sakit. Dua minggu sebelumnya Mama terlihat sehat wal afiat sibuk bermain dengan keponakan saya, Ali, dan tetap bekerja seperti biasanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang ada yang agak mencurigakan, beberapa hari setelah saya sampai di Pekanbaru saya menemukan print-out pembelian tiket pesawat menuju Jakarta milik Mama. Biasanya Mama selalu cerita kalau mau kemana-mana. Mau pelatihan atau jalan-jalan kemana pun pasti dia bercerita pada saya, bahkan biasanya menawari saya untuk ikut serta. Tapi kali ini perjalanan ke Jakarta ini seperti disembunyikan dari saya. Saat itu saya biasa saja, saya pikir Mama hanya belum sempat cerita. Ketika saya tanya ada acara apa di Jakarta, saya hanya menebak Mama akan pelatihan, Mama hanya bilang " Iya, di Kelapa Gading."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah Mama ke Jakarta, saya biasa saja, menelpon Mama atau Papa sesekali. SMS pun hanya sesekali atau jika ada yang harus saya tanyakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya liburan seperti biasanya, seperti tidak terjadi apa-apa. Menikmati hari libur saya di rumah, melakukan apa yang bisa dilakukan. Dan tentunya reuni kecil-kecilan dengan beberapa teman kerja dan teman sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bahkan pernah mengeluh melalui akun Twitter saya, kesal, saya ingin liburan sama Mama di Pekanbaru, tapi Mama malah ke Jakarta, dadakan pula. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat mendengar berita ini pertama kali, saya sama sekali tidak percaya. Saya amat sangat yakin, Mama sehat-sehat saja. Saya bahkan berkata pada Oom dan Tante saya di Bandung, mungkin Papa yang mau operasi, karena beberapa bulan sebelumnya Papa sempat akan dioperasi, tapi tidak jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jujur saya bingung harus bagaimana. Keesokan harinya, saya memutuskan untuk meng-SMS Mama, bertanya secara detail apa yang terjadi, Mama sakit apa? Operasi apa? Karena balasannya lama, saya menelpon Mama, barulah Mama bercerita panjang lebar. Pada akhir percakapan singkat di telpon itu Mama bilang, "Mama gak apa-apa kok Za, Zaza doain aja. Acara di Bandungnya dilanjutin aja, jangan sampai ganggu liburannya ya..".&lt;br /&gt;Mendengarnya saya sedih, merasa bersalah. Saya bersenang-senang, sementara Mama harus menjalani segala pemeriksaan untuk mengetahui penyakit apa yang Mama derita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama dengan tabah dan tenangnya memutuskan untuk tetap menghadiri resepsi pernikahan kakak sepupu saya di Bandung. Padahal hari Selasa (01/02/2011), Mama sudah harus menjalani operasinya. Saat bertemu Mama di Bandung, jujur saya sedih, ingin rasanya menangis tersedu-sedu. Tapi saya tahan, saya berusaha kuat, belajar dari Mama yang saat itu terlihat biasa saja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak-kakak Mama bertanya-tanya pada saya. Memberi tatapan prihatin, bahkan memeluk saya. Saya hanya tersenyum miris sambil memohon doa mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat Mama akan dioperasi, hampir semua saudara kandung Mama yang berjumlah 11 orang hadir. Sejak jam 6 pagi sudah ada saudara yang datang ke kamar Mama di RS MMC saat itu. Dukungan moral yang mereka berikan sangat berarti. Mama juga bersikap biasa saja, seakan-akan saat itu kami sedang arisan keluarga bercanda dan tertawa seperti biasanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi saat Suster datang untuk mempersiapkan Mama untuk dioperasi, saya melihat ketakutan di wajah Mama, hanya sekelebat. Yang menangis tak tertahan justru Papa, yang hampir tidak pernah saya lihat meneteskan air mata. Saya mengantar Mama sampai ke depan Kamar Operasi. Saya peluk dan cium Mama, saya bilang "Bismillah Ma, insyaallah gak apa-apa." Walau dalam hati saya ketakutan setengah mati, Mama mulai ikut menangis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operasi berlangsung kurang lebih 3 jam. Semua menunggu di dekat kamar operasi. Ada yang membaca Surah Yasin, ada yang mengobrol dan bercanda, Saya hanya bisa terus berdoa dan berzikir untuk Mama.&lt;br /&gt;Kira-kira 45 menit setelah operasi dimulai, seorang perawat memanggil keluarga Mama. Saya langsung memanggil Papa dan mengikutinya ke dalam. Ternyata nodule itu sudah berhasil dikeluarkan, utuh, volumenya sekitar 6.5 centimeter kubik, seperti hati ayam dan ditutupi selaput.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka bilang, sebelum dikirim ke bagian Patologi Anatomi, keluarga harus melihat dulu. Setelahnya kami menunggu sekitar 40 menit untuk hasil pemeriksaan PA. Selama 40 menit itu, Mama menunggu di ruang operasi, masih dalam keadan dibius, dengan luka terbuka. Menunggu apakah ada keganasan pada nodule tersebut. Alhamdulillah, nodule itu bukan kanker, tapi radang kronis. Dan tidak ada tulang Mama yang harus dipotong, walaupun ada tulang iga Mama yang retak.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah operasi, Mama menghabiskan sekitar 13 jam di ICU. Lalu kembali ke kamar perawatan biasa. Mama cepat pulih, mungkin karena Mama memang sebenarnya masih "sehat" saja. Empat hari saya habisnya hampir 24 jam di kamar RS Mama, menemani Mama ngobrol, menyuapi dan membantu memanggil Perawat jika dibutuhkan.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah tidak ada komplikasi apapun. Pada hari ke 4 setelah operasi Mama sudah diizinkan pulang ke rumah. Beristirahat di rumah, walaupun masih sering kesakitan, Mama tidak pernah menunjukkannya secara berlebihan. Mama tetap kuat dan semangat, ingin mengikuti saran dokter untuk banyak bergerak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat ini, hampir dua minggu setelah operasi, Alhamdulillah Mama sudah pulih. Sudah bisa jalan-jalan, naik turun tangga, bahkan semangat jalan-jalan ke Mall :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk Mama, yang selalu sabar, kuat dan optimis. Kami selalu bersama Mama, berdoa untuk Mama dan mendukung Mama. Saya pun belajar untuk bisa seperti Mama, sabar, kuat dan optimis, apapun yang dihadapi. We'll always love you Mum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Terima Kasih untuk teman-teman, sahabat, sanak saudara yang telah hadir di RS dan mengunjungi di rumah. Atas doa dan perhatiannya untuk Mama. &lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih yang amat sangat banyak untuk Wak Prof. dr. Abdul Aziz Rani, SpPD(KGEH) atas bantuannya selama pengobatan Mama dan menyiapkan tim dokter terbaik untuk menangani Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I wrote this while weeping like a baby :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-2645382629250161544?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2645382629250161544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=2645382629250161544' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2645382629250161544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2645382629250161544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2011/02/mamaku-setangguh-karang.html' title='Mamaku Setangguh Karang'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCe4PHAiOms/TVfTPm0kHYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/sVJjpAdpI1A/s72-c/2011%2B062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-5155488091614723703</id><published>2011-02-13T08:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T08:12:21.279+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Empat Musim Cinta</title><content type='html'>Saya jarang membaca kumpulan cerpen, entah kenapa. Mungkin karena saya sering merasa ceritanya 'gantung'. Tapi terkadang, kalau ada review bagus dari teman- teman atau sang penulis promonya gencar, saya tentu akan penasaran.&lt;br /&gt;Pertama tertarik baca kumcer ini karena salah satu penulisnya adalah Adhitya Mulya, penulis Jomblo dan salah satu penulis di novel Traveler's Tale: Belok Kanan Barcelona, novel traveling favorite saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah membaca sampai tuntas ke-16 cerita yang ada di kumcer ini. Saya sama sekali tidak kecewa, hanya saja, seperti saya sebutkan tadi, ada beberapa cerita yang 'gantung' atau bahkan bikin mikir berkali-kali, ini maksudnya apa sih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari semua cerpen yang ada di kumcer Empat Musim Cinta ini, favorit saya adalah "Sekeping Hati yang Tersisa" karya S.A.Z Al-Fansyour. Ceritanya sederhana tapi menyentuh, dan mengharukan. Tapi saya tetap bertanya- tanya apakah tokohKelana mengalami kebutaan sampai tidak mengenali si gadis di taman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita-cerita lainnya juga menarik, melihat cinta dari berbagai sudut, membuat kita berpikir bahwa cinta dapat kita berikan dan kita dapatkan dari mana saja, tidak hanya kekasih, teman atau keluarga terdekat kita. Cinta ada dimana- mana. Bahkan empat musim cinta pun tak cukup mendeskripsikan semua bentuk cinta itu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-5155488091614723703?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/137809889' title='Empat Musim Cinta'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5155488091614723703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=5155488091614723703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5155488091614723703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5155488091614723703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2011/02/empat-musim-cinta.html' title='Empat Musim Cinta'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-7947797309696404138</id><published>2011-01-21T09:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T09:49:16.498+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poets'/><title type='text'>Our Hearts Never Lies</title><content type='html'>For every beat our heart takes, it beats for a new hope..&lt;br /&gt;For every oxygen the heart supplies, it supplies for bigger wishes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every beat my heart skips, it's when I think of you..&lt;br /&gt;For every beat my heart jumps, it's every time you make me smile :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Heart, you never lie, though nobody knows except for me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;if this is a twitter post, I'll put a #nomention hash tag on it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-7947797309696404138?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7947797309696404138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=7947797309696404138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7947797309696404138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7947797309696404138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-hearts-never-lies.html' title='Our Hearts Never Lies'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-2690954861006165779</id><published>2011-01-13T12:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T12:04:31.446+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Bruno Mars - Just The Way You Are [Official Video]</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LjhCEhWiKXk?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh her eyes, her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Make the stars look like they're not shining&lt;br /&gt;Her hair, her hair&lt;br /&gt;Falls perfectly without her trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;When I compliment her&lt;br /&gt;She wont believe me&lt;br /&gt;And its so, its so&lt;br /&gt;Sad to think she don't see what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time she asks me do I look okay&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her nails, her nails&lt;br /&gt;I could kiss them all day if she'd let me&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh, her laugh&lt;br /&gt;She hates but I think its so sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;I'd never ask you to change&lt;br /&gt;If perfect is what you're searching for&lt;br /&gt;Then just stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't even bother asking&lt;br /&gt;If you look okay&lt;br /&gt;You know I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Kapan yaa ada yang nyanyiin lagu ini buat saya? Hehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day friends ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-2690954861006165779?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2690954861006165779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=2690954861006165779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2690954861006165779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2690954861006165779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2011/01/bruno-mars-just-way-you-are-official.html' title='Bruno Mars - Just The Way You Are [Official Video]'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LjhCEhWiKXk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-2521271483434205426</id><published>2011-01-08T20:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T20:59:10.690+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Being a Student (again!)</title><content type='html'>Hello blog, sorry for ignoring you for the past months.. It has been insanely busy around my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's what I gotta say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that in 2010 I'm gonna continue my studies, with or without the scholarships. I've been applying for several scholarships and fellowship program, but it turns out to be disappointing. &lt;br /&gt;The most disappointing one was my application to Eindhoven University of Technology, Netherlands. I've already got the spot in the Uni, but I have to wait for the scholarship, in the end they were offering me a student loan for my tuition. Since it's soooo expensive I decided to skip the opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a few months later, I applied to some local Universities. One of them is University of Indonesia. I applied for their Master of Hospital Management program. And I got in. Since there's no scholarship, I have to ask my parents to fund me. This was not my plan, my plan was to get a scholarship or a job that can pay my graduate school tuition. But, what can I say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I resigned from my jobs in August. And started the classes in September, after Idul Fitri Holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classes are great, interesting and else.. But the problem is, some subjects are way out of my league. I mean, I've been studying and focusing on Management for years after high school. And now, I have to study about diseases. The lecturers talked about diseases with their medical terms as if everyone in class understands it by heart. Well excuse me, I don't understand those terms. So, all I'm doing during this Epidemiology class was asking my classmate, "what does that mean?", then he/she must explain a little bit about that term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other subjects are okay. I mean they're not that hard to digest. They're part of management or administration studies but related to hospital service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until now, the end of my first semester in UI, I love it. Despite the fact that I have to commute from home to campus around one to two hours before class. Other things that's not nice in this Uni is the scheduling. They don't consider public holidays in their schedule. And the lecturers are too busy with their other work, so most of the time they can't teach on schedule. There's so many substitute classes. It's kind of annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new friends are great. They're really helpful in every aspect. The class is well bonded. Even though we're from different ages, we can joke and chat about common things, most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Happy new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that who ever reads this blog have a great life ahead.&lt;br /&gt;And I also wish that I can finish my Grad school with flying colors. Cheers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-2521271483434205426?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2521271483434205426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=2521271483434205426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2521271483434205426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2521271483434205426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-student-again.html' title='Being a Student (again!)'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-8036733415914765715</id><published>2010-08-10T07:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T07:50:20.400+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poets'/><title type='text'>I write</title><content type='html'>I write, when I don't really wanna talk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write, when there are just so many things in my head that I don't know how to say it out loud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write, when nobody listens&lt;br /&gt;I write, when I don't want anyone to listen&lt;br /&gt;I write, when I don't want an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write, when I wanted to scream, but i don't dare to disturb anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write, when my heart is crying&lt;br /&gt;I write, when I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write, when I fall in love&lt;br /&gt;I write, when I'm very happy, that I wanna look at it again one day and smile :)&lt;br /&gt;I write, when my heart is singing the same song over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write because my heart told me to&lt;br /&gt;I write because I wanna be heard&lt;br /&gt;I write because I wanna share my thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At time, I write, just because I wanna write..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jakarta, 08082010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-8036733415914765715?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8036733415914765715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=8036733415914765715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8036733415914765715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8036733415914765715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-write.html' title='I write'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-4641816329403690766</id><published>2010-05-28T09:19:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:35:52.995+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Togetherness.</title><content type='html'>I read a quote a while ago on my twitter time line. Here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Somewhere between all our laughs, long talks, stupid little fights, and all our jokes, I fell in love.&lt;/span&gt; -Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course I agree with this. It makes me think, the more time we spent with people, the more memories we share with them, the closer we get and we became so dependent to each other. Dependent here I mean, we always feel that we need them, at least needed to know how they are, what are they up to, when will we see each other again. But also in need in other different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When loving someone, it doesn't have to be a person from the opposite sex. It can always be your family, best friends or even a new person that you just met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's spend more time with each other dear, share more laughs, stories and of course share the love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-4641816329403690766?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4641816329403690766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=4641816329403690766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4641816329403690766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4641816329403690766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2010/05/togetherness.html' title='Togetherness.'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-8663507086912153445</id><published>2010-04-29T22:55:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:11:08.714+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Makassar ☺</title><content type='html'>Since August 2009, my one and only brother has been stationed in Makassar by his work place, one of the government's department. At first I thought, "Wow, that's so so far away." But another part of my mind gets really curious and really really wanting to go see this new city my brother is living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, after waiting for months to get a chance to go, finally went to Makassar. Which was really new for me, since I never visited any other big Islands in Indonesia aside Sumatra and Java.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Makassar early this month, from the 9th until 19th April. Well yes, I spent around ten days there, which is sooooo fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Pekanbaru on the 8th April 2010, in the afternoon. Arrived in Makassar after midnight, so automatically it's already tomorrow. The flight was okay, even though there were sometimes when the weather was bad, the plane was shaking hard. We arrived a bit late in Jakarta, and already really afraid that we missed the flight to Makassar. We arrived just the same time as the flight scheduled to take off to Makassar. But I was really glad that we didn't have to wait another hour or two for the next flight. And the good part is, they put us on the Business Class.. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;So, I sat beside a quite old Italian man, who happened to be really friendly and nice. We chat about somethings, about his country, about his family and about Indonesia too, of course. He said that he didn't like Indonesia now, he likes it better in years before, when everything is still natural and not too crowded. When he was here in 1977, so no wonder there's so much difference compared to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another thing happened as we arrived in Makassar (at midnight). After waiting around 30 minutes for our luggage on the conveyor belt, none of it was there. Oh my, this was a disaster. So after contacting the officers there, they said that our luggage will be sent to us in the morning. But because there were several foods and other important things in it, we decided to wait for it. So, there we are, in the middle of the night, in a big and nearly empty airport, waiting. With my nephew, Ali, who's already really tired and sleepy. Alhamdulillah, the luggage arrived around 2 in the morning, so now we're heading to my brother's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S90IYM7yZRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UEqVQEH5F0A/s1600/09042010(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S90IYM7yZRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UEqVQEH5F0A/s320/09042010(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466534734579524882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we rent a car to go around the city. Since it was my first time there, it was really funny for me seeing the street names there. Rappoccini, Bau Mangga, Todopulli, and all other catchy yet funny-sounded street names. Well, that day my brother didn't join us, he still had to go to work. So we went to Trans Studio, a theme park, that they acclaimed as the biggest in the world. But as we arrived their, I insisted not to go in the park and play, because my brother wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;We just hang out there, and ate some frozen yogurt. Yum! :)&lt;br /&gt;On the day after, we went to Trans Studio again. This time, me, my brother and sister, went in the theme park and played on some of the games there. It was fun, but a little expensive to get in and play on the games. &lt;br /&gt;After that, we went around Losari Beach, took some pictures and enjoyed the view. We also spent more time sitting in a coffee shop, with a view overseeing the beach. Which is sooo nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Somba Opu street. Here, they sell souvenirs, T-shirts, Traditional cloths (batik, tenunan, etc), and also some traditional snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S90JMge5JFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HyZqQur1tms/s1600/10042010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S90JMge5JFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HyZqQur1tms/s320/10042010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466535633180238930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I went to a Mall near the house with my brother. We went their using &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bentor&lt;/span&gt;. it's one of public transport in Makassar, it's like a pedicab, but instead of bicycle, they use motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;After going to Mall Panakukkang, I asked my brother to stop and buy one of the traditional food there, Jalang Kote. It looks like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pastel&lt;/span&gt;, but the fillings is much more, lots of vegetables, especially bean sprout, carrots and some eggs. It is served with a hot and sour sauce. It tasted really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other days, we just went around the city or to some other market or malls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed my time there, and really looking forward to come visit again. See you again Makassar.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-8663507086912153445?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8663507086912153445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=8663507086912153445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8663507086912153445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8663507086912153445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/makassar.html' title='Makassar ☺'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S90IYM7yZRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UEqVQEH5F0A/s72-c/09042010(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-4380483119511268230</id><published>2010-04-04T12:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:15:36.379+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Every Silence Has a Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S7ggVctNJgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zSHSfNrfXHI/s1600/6233376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S7ggVctNJgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zSHSfNrfXHI/s320/6233376.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456146501414495746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually read both side of the book, because it is written in English and Indonesian. I only read the English version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was a bit bored with the story. It was too monotonous. Only about a little girl living with her filthy rich family, have a wonderful life but didn't get much attention from her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, by the end of the first chapter it gets more and more interesting. Zaira, the main character, starts to experience things like magic and her discover of writing. She started to write following her friend's, Ali, suggestion. He said that Zaira should write all her thoughts, so that her mind won't explode. Because she thinks too much. She has way too many problem solving in her head.&lt;br /&gt;She grew up to be a great author of best selling books, a model and also a producer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when she loose her father. She felt as if it was the end of her life. She didn't feel love anymore, she didn't even feel anything at all. Even just the taste of food.&lt;br /&gt;It was until one day when she met Jody. He was a friend of Zaira's best friend, Linn. They became so close and have a nice love story.&lt;br /&gt;Jody has so many similarities with Zaira's father. She didn't realize that she always compared Jody with his father. It hurts Jody. So they were separated, even though they still really love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Zaira was really tired of all the condition in her life, tired of the problems, tired of keep losing love in her life. She then ask God to give her solutions. She then heard a voice inside her, telling her to stop everything else and start to listen. Listening to everything around her. She remains silent for months. This made Jody and her friends worried. People think she went crazy. Even her mother, who she thought never care enough, came to see her. And her grandma too, who really loved her came to see her.&lt;br /&gt;Jody felt that this was all his fault, her silence and her insanity. But then when she at last talked to him, he knows what actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a really good and interesting story. The author wrote it nicely. I kind of admire the way she writes. I never actually read any of Zara Zettira's novel, but this one was really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-4380483119511268230?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4380483119511268230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=4380483119511268230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4380483119511268230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4380483119511268230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/every-silence-has-story.html' title='Every Silence Has a Story'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S7ggVctNJgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/zSHSfNrfXHI/s72-c/6233376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-5095402920478339667</id><published>2010-03-07T10:44:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:42:27.433+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>500 Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>I already wanted to watch this movie since months ago. But the cinema in my city was so late in playing the movies. So, I decided to find it in a Video Rental or some video shop. It was until a few days ago that I found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the story, the narrator already said that "This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know upfront, this is not a love story."&lt;br /&gt;So, don't expect it to be a movie full of happy lovey dovey couple, filled with kisses and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S5xaQSxJ21I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/s6DHNq0Qv7U/s1600-h/12724550_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S5xaQSxJ21I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/s6DHNq0Qv7U/s320/12724550_gal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448328885173869394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about Tom Hanson and Summer Finn. They met when Summer starts working as an assistant in Tom's office. Tom falls in love at the first sight. Since that moment he starts to get her attention. And after a kiss in a photocopy room, they started seeing each other. But the problem was Summer, she always said that "she's not looking for anything serious" and she said this every time to Tom when he seems to get his hopes high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes back and forth to the 500 days that Tom has with Summer. He was remembering the sweetest time to the hardest. &lt;br /&gt;When Summer leaves him, he started to loose his spirit to work and looses his creativity as a greeting card writer. He became so gloomy and kinda desperate. At last he quits his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he met Summer again in a friend's wedding and she asked him to come over her place for a party. He already thought of good things, his hopes were high, that they would be together again. But he was wrong. On that party he found out that Summer is engaged and getting married really soon. &lt;br /&gt;After the marriage, they met again and Tom asked "You never wanted to be someone's girlfriend, and suddenly you're someone's wife." I don't know what's wrong with her, but her answer was quite harsh, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Summer : I woke up one morning and I just knew.&lt;br /&gt;Tom : Knew what?&lt;br /&gt;Summer : What I was never sure of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that would really hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe they're just not meant for each other. At the beginning I liked Summer, but at the end I hated how she treats Tom. How she gives him hopes and leaves him, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I like this movie so much, it's worth the wait to watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-5095402920478339667?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5095402920478339667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=5095402920478339667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5095402920478339667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5095402920478339667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/500-days-of-summer.html' title='500 Days of Summer'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S5xaQSxJ21I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/s6DHNq0Qv7U/s72-c/12724550_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-966050638517422254</id><published>2010-03-07T10:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:36:49.759+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poets'/><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>You're like a flower blooming in the garden&lt;br /&gt;You're like the sun shining in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like a smiling face between cries...&lt;br /&gt;You made me laugh with your words...&lt;br /&gt;You made me smile with the things you say...&lt;br /&gt;You made me wanna sing the happiest song and dance to it... ♫♪♫♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really made my day a lot better... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺☺☺&lt;br /&gt;Pekanbaru, February 17th, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-966050638517422254?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/966050638517422254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=966050638517422254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/966050638517422254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/966050638517422254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-2452876133723571015</id><published>2010-03-07T10:23:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:24:06.159+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Droplets</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2StoUV8sn1A?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Colbie Caillat feat. Jason Reeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if that's what I should do&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;I'm wanting you but can't go back&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find, to find&lt;br /&gt;That all elusive piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;Stuck here somehow&lt;br /&gt;Shrouded beneath my fear and doubt&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm walkin down this road alone and figured all I'm thinking bout is you, is you my love&lt;br /&gt;And my head is in a cloud of rain and the world it seems so far away and I'm just waiting for&lt;br /&gt;The droplets, droplets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left a mark&lt;br /&gt;I wear it proudly on my chest&lt;br /&gt;Above my heart&lt;br /&gt;To Remind me that I feel the best&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Everything is effortless&lt;br /&gt;You know it's true&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are painted with regret and I don't need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm walkin down this road alone and figured all I'm thinking bout is you, is you my love&lt;br /&gt;And my head is in a cloud of rain and the world it seems so far away and I'm just waiting to fall and sink into your skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are like the raindrops, the raindrops falling down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left a mark (you left a mark)&lt;br /&gt;She left a mark (he left)&lt;br /&gt;She left (he left)&lt;br /&gt;She left a mark&lt;br /&gt;And I don't (I don't)&lt;br /&gt;Need it. (Need it) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-2452876133723571015?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2452876133723571015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=2452876133723571015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2452876133723571015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2452876133723571015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2010/03/droplets.html' title='Droplets'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2StoUV8sn1A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-8760911415041795617</id><published>2010-01-29T19:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:37:33.080+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Two Is Better Than One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by Boys Like Girls feat. Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and I thought&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you know, this could be something"&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;br /&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every look upon your face&lt;br /&gt;The way you roll your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way you taste&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard for breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally now believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and I thought, "Hey,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, baby, two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;But there's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;But I'll figure it out&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Really really love singing this song these days.. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-8760911415041795617?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8760911415041795617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=8760911415041795617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8760911415041795617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8760911415041795617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='Two Is Better Than One'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-1961484900062902218</id><published>2010-01-02T16:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:35:35.962+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Perahu Kertas</title><content type='html'>by Dewi 'dee' Lestari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi novel karya Dee. Tapi di novelnya kali ini mungkin tidak 'seberat' novel-novelnya yang lain, bagi saya yang selalu membaca novel-novel Dee, langsung menyadari hal ini begitu membaca bagian-bagian awal dari novel ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tema ceritanya sangat umum sih, persahabatan dan cinta, tapi cara penyampaiannya sangat baik, jadi gak bosan membacanya dari awal sampai akhir, sampai-sampai saya sulit berhenti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buku ini tentang Kugy &amp; Keenan. Dua pribadi unik yang bertemu, berbagi mimpi-mimpi mereka dan saling jatuh cinta.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka selalu berupaya untuk menggapai mimpi-mimpi itu, walaupun banyak rintangan yang mereka hadapi. Cinta mereka pun menghadapi banyak hambatan. Tapi mereka berhasil melewatinya.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka bahkan harus berusaha saling menjauhi satu sama lain, walaupun rindu melanda dan sangat sakit rasanya. Masing-masing menyibukkan diri dengan kesibukannya, Kugy dengan sekolah alamnya, dan Keenan dengan lukisan-lukisanya. Masalah juga semakin rumit karena saat itu Kugy masih berpacaran dengan Ojos. Dan ada pula rencana Noni dan Eko, sahabat mereka, untuk menjodohkan Keenan dengan Wanda.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka pun telah jatuh cinta dengan orang lain. Kugy dan Remi, Keenan dan Luhde.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dengan tidak diduga mereka bertemu kembali, dan kembali dekat, serta merasakan kembali cinta yang pernah terjalin diantara mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau penasaran, coba saja dibaca.. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-1961484900062902218?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1961484900062902218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=1961484900062902218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/1961484900062902218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/1961484900062902218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/perahu-kertas.html' title='Perahu Kertas'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-7908958625384460113</id><published>2010-01-02T16:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:23:38.501+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>A New Year, A New Beginning..</title><content type='html'>Today is the second day of the new year, 2010. We didn't have any big celebration for the new year's eve, just gathered together at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as the new year comes, I believe that new things will also come. A new beginning. The right time to start all over again, continue what ever thing that I've had started the previous years. The right time to try to do new things. To plan more and bigger things for the future. To pray for what's best for everyone of us. Let's just start the new year with Bismillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Happy New Year everyone.. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-7908958625384460113?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7908958625384460113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=7908958625384460113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7908958625384460113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7908958625384460113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-beginning.html' title='A New Year, A New Beginning..'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-8199395432875474238</id><published>2009-12-14T21:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:51:32.835+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>A Quick Update on Me..</title><content type='html'>Wow.. It has been months since I last opened and wrote in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been a bit busy with things, doing this and that. &lt;br /&gt;Busy watching DVDs (hahaha.. :D), reading novels, and of course still working and teaching English at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these few months, I have followed some more recruitment processes. But, since I'm still here, you can just guess that I don't get any of them. But I won't give up trying though... It's worth trying for something better. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good news is that, I got a (small) raise at my part time job as an English teacher and more classes to teach. So, at least I can save more money for my future or just for going on a nice long holiday somewhere.. Hehehehe.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bad news is that I didn't get the scholarship that I was applying for. The Australian Scholarship to be exact. So, I just kissed good bye to study in Oz next year. Well, I guess I'll try again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. What else should I share? There's nothing new in my love life. Still being single and happy.. Hahaha.. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, catch u later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-8199395432875474238?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8199395432875474238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=8199395432875474238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8199395432875474238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8199395432875474238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-update-on-me.html' title='A Quick Update on Me..'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-6520007891981340562</id><published>2009-12-14T21:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:42:16.465+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Coba Katakan</title><content type='html'>by Maliq &amp; d'Essentials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coba, coba katakan kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;bahwa kita sedang berjalan menuju satu alasan..&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah kau katakan &lt;br /&gt;bila kita memang tak ada tujuan dari apa yang dijalankan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak ingin terus terdiam,&lt;br /&gt;memandangi harapan..&lt;br /&gt;Terlena akan manis cinta,&lt;br /&gt;dan berujung kecewa..&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak ingin terus menunggu sesuatu yang tak pasti..&lt;br /&gt;Lebih baik kita menangis dan terluka hari ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coba, coba katakan kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;sekali lagi bila kita memang benar akan kesana..&lt;br /&gt;Buktikan dan buatlah ku percaya &lt;br /&gt;bahwa kita bisa berujungkan bahagia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Habis sudah semua rangkai kata..&lt;br /&gt;Telah terungkap semua yang kurasa..&lt;br /&gt;Yang kuingin akhir yang bahagia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak ingin terus terdiam,&lt;br /&gt;memandangi harapan..&lt;br /&gt;Terlena akan manis cinta,&lt;br /&gt;dan berujung kecewa..&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak ingin terus menunggu sesuatu yang tak pasti..&lt;br /&gt;Lebih baik kita menangis dan terluka hari ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Love the songs and lyrics..&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop singing.. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-6520007891981340562?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6520007891981340562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=6520007891981340562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6520007891981340562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6520007891981340562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/coba-katakan.html' title='Coba Katakan'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-4251574282406134173</id><published>2009-07-26T11:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:33:58.250+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings</title><content type='html'>This year there are so many people I know who ties the knot. Yup they're getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my family, I've got around five cousins who got married this year. Four has already done, another will come in November. &lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy for my lovely cousins thou... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other invitations comes from my friends..&lt;br /&gt;There are around three weddings that I should attend. One was my best friend's. It was last week. I am really happy for her, that she's starting a new life now.. :)&lt;br /&gt;I also met some old friends from high school and middle school in her party. It was great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, since I was a kid, I used to accompany my parents to weddings. I used to like it. But now, I started to not enjoy it. Why? Because people will start asking, " When will you get married, za?".. hahaha...  I will just answer " Hopefully soon, just pray for me". Hahahha... I started to get bored answering it...&lt;br /&gt;So, we'll just wait and see, when the time will come.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-4251574282406134173?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4251574282406134173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=4251574282406134173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4251574282406134173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4251574282406134173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/07/weddings.html' title='Weddings'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-5667581976596451973</id><published>2009-06-01T16:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:22:23.386+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Oxygen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SiOdr-Gt_NI/AAAAAAAAAFA/izvfHVqpO34/s1600-h/my+sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SiOdr-Gt_NI/AAAAAAAAAFA/izvfHVqpO34/s320/my+sketch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342286961722653906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came apart inside a world made of angry people&lt;br /&gt;I found a boy who had a dream&lt;br /&gt;Making everyone smile&lt;br /&gt;He was sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I fell over my feet&lt;br /&gt;Like bricks underwater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need oxygen&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby if I was your lady?&lt;br /&gt;I would make you happy&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna leave, never gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby I will be your lady&lt;br /&gt;I am going crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I found a state of mind&lt;br /&gt;Where I could be speechless&lt;br /&gt;I had to try it for a while&lt;br /&gt;To figure out this feeling&lt;br /&gt;This felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Pull me upside down to a place&lt;br /&gt;Where you've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need oxygen&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby if I was your lady&lt;br /&gt;I would make you happy&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna leave,&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby I will be your lady&lt;br /&gt;I am going crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't wanna keep me waiting&lt;br /&gt;Staring at my fingers feeling like a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby I will be your lady&lt;br /&gt;I will make you happy&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna leave,&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna leave&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby I will be your lady&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy, yeah-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you want,&lt;br /&gt;Baby tell me what you need&lt;br /&gt;Anything I ask baby give it to me&lt;br /&gt;Baby give it to me, give it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came apart inside a world made of angry people&lt;br /&gt;I found a boy who had a dream&lt;br /&gt;Making everyone smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I need oxygen so badly honey.. Hehehehe.. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-5667581976596451973?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5667581976596451973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=5667581976596451973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5667581976596451973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5667581976596451973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/oxygen.html' title='Oxygen'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SiOdr-Gt_NI/AAAAAAAAAFA/izvfHVqpO34/s72-c/my+sketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-9167737312247638139</id><published>2009-06-01T15:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:04:27.158+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poets'/><title type='text'>Why do I Love Him?</title><content type='html'>I love him...&lt;br /&gt;For the fact that he cares for me and my silly dreams... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love him for his silly and adventurous thoughts of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love how he adores me...&lt;br /&gt;For being me, the daydreamer, energetic, narcistic and cheerful me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love him for listening to my wishes and hopes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop loving him, just if he loves me back.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll be the love, that never lies..&lt;br /&gt;Never loose the courage to try to love him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him from being the guy of my dreams..&lt;br /&gt;My knight in shining armour...&lt;br /&gt;I love you for being you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekanbaru, 10pm, 31st May 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-9167737312247638139?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9167737312247638139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=9167737312247638139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/9167737312247638139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/9167737312247638139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-do-i-love-him.html' title='Why do I Love Him?'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-3253639584035369118</id><published>2009-05-31T17:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:02:58.484+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah.. Thanks for the things that happened to me this month ^_^</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah is all I can say maybe thousand times this months...&lt;br /&gt;Since there has been soooo many things that had happened to my life this month, May 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I got my dream job, I met 'someone' new, get more English learning experiences in my IELTS preparations class and last, on the final day of this month, the 31st of May, I won on our girls monthly reunion called SBM 2007 girl's ARISAN. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a quite big amount of money, because every member has to pay 200 thousands of Rupiahs every month. This months is our second Arisan. It's held in Fish&amp;Co, Pacific Place, Jakarta... I never attend any of the to meetings with the girls... I just transfer the money to Jojo these two months. And this afternoon neng Dzanny sms me that I won the Arisan with two other ladies, Iin and Karin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we really should meet up in the following week, okay gurls?!?!!! &lt;br /&gt;see you then everyone...&lt;br /&gt;IMU all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smooch...&lt;br /&gt;-zhaza..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-3253639584035369118?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3253639584035369118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=3253639584035369118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/3253639584035369118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/3253639584035369118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/alhamdulillah-thanks-for-things-that.html' title='Alhamdulillah.. Thanks for the things that happened to me this month ^_^'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-214585248616674399</id><published>2009-05-26T06:54:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:15:57.150+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Achieve Some. Expect More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/ShswU9gkW1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/cknF6_Twalk/s1600-h/10122007271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/ShswU9gkW1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/cknF6_Twalk/s320/10122007271.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339914919844535122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Very Moment, When Allah SWT Starts to Answer My Prayers, One at a Time ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in this time of my long journey of life. I've come to the time when I'll always say, what ever happens will be the best for me and everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the day that I graduated, I always dreamed to get my dream job. And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my career as a Liaison Officer for Festival Film Indonesia 2007 in Riau. One of the biggest event in Indonesia's entertainment world. That time I was escorting VJ Mike Lucock and Sissy Prescillia (I got it right, didn't I mba Sissy?). And it was the job of my dreams, being around famous people. It's not that this is rare in my life now. Since I've met the owner of around 15 FOs in Bandung, Mr. Perry. And I also had Nyoman Nuarta on my first Ramadhan in Bandung. And the fact that Sarah Sechan. Yes, the Sarah Sechan, my favorite MTv VJ aside Jamie Aditya. She was the guess lecture on my communication class. And even the king of event organizer has come to our beloved campus, SBM ITB, yes, Adrie Subono. Not to mention, the author of my favorite books, Leading in Crisis. Robby Johan, yes the one behind the merger of 3 government banks and formed Bank Mandiri. He also fixed Garuda Indonesia Airlines when it was facing a huge loss and made it even better now. And finally&lt;br /&gt;I met Chairul Tanjung, the CEO of TransCorp. I adore him for being a dentist and end up to become a business tycoon. Two thumbs up to everyone of them!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got another fun job. Teaching English to Elementary School Students. This is so fun, that I never considered to stop doing it. I even applied as teaching assistant for the first semester in 2010. Back to SBM again, the beginning. Where I started to dream for bigger things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that now, I have 3, yes THREE, jobs at a time, and planning to give up one in June. And I kinda found my dream job. Doing something I really understand. Quality and Performance Management. And I nailed this opportunity just by doing one simple thing. Trying to loose more weight by exercising. And I did, I've lost approximately 17 kilos since I graduated from ITB. And this caught me to fix the quality and performace problems in RSUD Arifin Achmad, Riau Province. Yes, FYI, now I'm the Secretary of the Attendings Clinic in the ISO 9001:2008 certification process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am being thankful for what Allah SWT did to my long and continuous journey of life.&lt;br /&gt;Just to give me an opportunity to become a way better person, in every aspect in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it simple. In this university of Life, just try to always make a SWOT analysis on every problem you face. Consider your strength and opportunities. Then find your weaknesses and threads your gonna face in the near future. Try to find solutions, simple things that will make life easier. And then see what will happen next. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;An effect of too many Mario Teguh Golden Ways and following sessions of Tafsir Al-Qur'an. While trying to be Ikhlas for every small loss that I face in my long and never ending journey of life. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Zaza&lt;br /&gt;Http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Saman of Nusantara's Bunga Rampai on Oddisey 2005&lt;br /&gt;Formasi Bunga of Nusantara's Bunga Rampai&lt;br /&gt;When I took them back to the Airport after 24hours together.. Kinda miss that time guys, always remember that Sunday of FFI meet and greet every thime I went to Ciputra Seraya... :)&lt;br /&gt;Our Though Team of young generations who always tries to makes a different.. Keep Up the Good Work guys! ;P&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to spent one of these days sistas, wa...&lt;br /&gt;of course with lucky out of the picture..&lt;br /&gt;and Wildan adn Danel also there two..&lt;br /&gt;&amp; hopefully me and Icha will get there soon.. ;-P&lt;br /&gt;Ciwidey..&lt;br /&gt;IPA 1 SmunSa 2004...Miss everyone of youuu... Esp when we prepare the Cleopatra series... :D&lt;br /&gt;WE meet again after 14 years...hahahaha.... Tikii...&lt;br /&gt;Love ur devious, sarcastic and smart way to solve our problems! Now-Buy-a-ticket-and-come-here-missy!! ;P&lt;br /&gt;Our first job seeking after our garduations day on Oct 2007.. :D&lt;br /&gt;my all time favorite people in my life who taught me about what best friends means! Can't wait for Juli guys! ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-214585248616674399?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/214585248616674399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=214585248616674399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/214585248616674399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/214585248616674399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/acheve-some-expect-more.html' title='Achieve Some. Expect More'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/ShswU9gkW1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/cknF6_Twalk/s72-c/10122007271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-7887742126818776150</id><published>2009-05-23T00:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:16:43.659+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon: Gading-Gading Ganesha (3G)</title><content type='html'>Congratulating my Final Project Counselor for the Release of his 2nd Novel!&lt;br /&gt;Really proud to have  been supervised by you, Our future SBM ITB Dean!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there on the Launching, and really looking forward to it...&lt;br /&gt;Jia You, Lao Shi! (mudah2an bener ;-P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-7887742126818776150?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://dermawanwibisono.wordpress.com/2009/05/06/coming-soon/#comment-114' title='Coming Soon: Gading-Gading Ganesha (3G)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7887742126818776150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=7887742126818776150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7887742126818776150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7887742126818776150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/coming-soon-gading-gading-ganesha-3g.html' title='Coming Soon: Gading-Gading Ganesha (3G)'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-4191616358603383377</id><published>2009-05-22T22:04:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:35:27.901+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>"Mystery Love Story" Part II</title><content type='html'>Posting ini berhubungan dengan post gw sebelumnya, "Definitely. Maybe. From My Side".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah yang sekarang lebih mebahas tiga orang yang pernah berstatus: Pacar - HTSan - Future Partners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, di kelas tambahan IELTS gw yg terakhir sebelum Simulation Test ke II kita. Qta belajar: Reading for Academic Purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada dua artikel;&lt;br /&gt;a. Early Telecommunications Devices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Categorizing Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last post was related with the 2nd article, so let's start the Next Chapter of "Mystery Love Story".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know Icha Rahmanti, the Author of "Cintapuccino" and "Beauty Case"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are going to talk about the second book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Icha starts to talk about, the phase in a young women's life. When she becomes the the Trophy for the most eligible bachelor in town. So, on my age of twenty-three now, I'm reaching this phase. When I start comparing the next guy I met with my ex, my long-term-open relationship (HTS, red).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;So, FYI, on my 23rd year of living, there's only one person who has the title as 'My Boyfriend'. He's name is Eddo. And I just met him again this year. We never really contacted each other since we graduated Middle School. Well, we dated on our 2nd year in Middle School. And lasted only approximately two months, wasn't it Do? I dunno, I can't really remember, since it was 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really lucky that I had some one so caring like Eddo to be someone really special in my past. Thanks Do. And now he still cares for me, not even less than 10 years ago. And he studies at an institute of hotel &amp; tourism management in Jakarta, near my house there. He just need to use one public transport about 15 minutes to get to my house.. Hehehe.. ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night (Thursday 28th of May 2009), Eddo text me. I haven't saved his number yet so he got me guessing at the beginning and let me know on maybe his 4th messages. We did some nostalgia on the past. On how we used to be in middle school. How we missed that moment and everything. When he says he wants to have a private English lesson with me and said that he's afraid he couldn't concentrate if I was the teacher...Hahaha.. dasar kamu ya Do, masih jahil aja.. ;-P&lt;br /&gt;I really do miss those times on my 2nd grade of middle school, when I used to remind you to study for mid test and pray Ashar at the school's mosque. can't wait to meet you next month Do... Really miss how you adore me.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also miss the moments of my senior year in middle school. When I was a kind of 'it' girl at school. Good grades in class, an OSIS general secretary and a senior of Girl's Basketball and Junior Red Cross. We won the 1st Junior Red Cross Competition for Middle Schools in Pekanbaru, we got the 1st place.. Yeay! Miss u all me friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... in Middle School I actually found my soulmate(s), best friends everyone ever wanted, my wonderful Fantastic Four and Wewe Gombel... Elvinnnooo, Cuitraaa, Rahmi Uni Lotek dan Dito 'si objek penderita'... Huhuhu.. can't wait for July 18 and 19.. Our beloved Citra Annisa's Wedding... Really happy for you and Bang Erick...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will get there soon cit... Wish me luck.. ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happy for Dito and Elvin, since they're having their graduation ceremony this coming October...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued....&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next chapter of "Mystery Love Story"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-4191616358603383377?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4191616358603383377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=4191616358603383377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4191616358603383377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4191616358603383377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/mystery-love-story-part-ii.html' title='&quot;Mystery Love Story&quot; Part II'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-8156506285663273147</id><published>2009-05-20T16:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:26:38.800+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Realize</title><content type='html'>by Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize,&lt;br /&gt;That your warmth is&lt;br /&gt;Crashing down on in.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize,&lt;br /&gt;That I am on your side&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;No it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;No I cant spell it out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: If you just realize what I just realized,&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;and will never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;we missed out on each other now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2: Take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh I'm on your side&lt;br /&gt;didn't I, didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;This all can pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;no it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;no I can't spell it out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: If you just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;then we'd never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;we missed out on each other now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3: It's not always the same&lt;br /&gt;no it's never the same&lt;br /&gt;if you don't feel it too.&lt;br /&gt;If you meet me half way&lt;br /&gt;If you would meet me half way.&lt;br /&gt;It could be the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: If you just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;then we'd never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;Just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OoOoOOo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize, realize&lt;br /&gt;realize, realize &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Love the lyrics of this song and the music of every Colbie's song...&lt;br /&gt;Keep Up the good work girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-8156506285663273147?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8156506285663273147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=8156506285663273147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8156506285663273147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8156506285663273147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/realize.html' title='Realize'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-6947348223113044478</id><published>2009-05-19T04:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T05:48:19.730+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Singing: All the Love in the World - The Corrs</title><content type='html'>Maybe you're start to think I'm desperate, miserable and all those things...&lt;br /&gt;But, here I'm on my twenty something of age, where every young women in the world will do every thing to get to sing the classic 'Mother How are you today?' song, and reached this verse...&lt;br /&gt;"I found the knight of my dreams, maybe someday you will get to know him, promise you I'd be okay... Mother how are you today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I look desperate and pathetic,&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm turning into Meredith Grey when she said to Derek Shepherd;&lt;br /&gt;"Choose me! Pick me! Love me!" hehehehe... ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that desperado...&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for the best to come... :D&lt;br /&gt;and starts singing this lovely song from The Corrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;-zha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;I've got my friends, I'm more than okay&lt;br /&gt;I've got more than a girl could wish for&lt;br /&gt;I live my dreams, but it's not all they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I believe&lt;br /&gt;(I'm missing...)&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing something real&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who releases me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want to wake...)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to wake up alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;Still believing you'll walk in my door&lt;br /&gt;All I need is to know it's for sure&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll give all the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often wondered if love's an illusion&lt;br /&gt;Just to get you through the loneliest days&lt;br /&gt;I can't critisise it, I had no hesitations&lt;br /&gt;My imagination just stole me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I believe&lt;br /&gt;(I'm missing...)&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing something real&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who releases me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want to wake...)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to wake up alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;Still believeing you'll walk in my door&lt;br /&gt;All I need is to know it's for sure&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll give all the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;Guitar/Tin whistle solo&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Not for a moment&lt;br /&gt;So happy, don't throw it away&lt;br /&gt;I'm only human&lt;br /&gt;And that's (?)brought colder(?)&lt;br /&gt;With noone to love me that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who releases me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want to wake...)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to wake up alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;Still believeing you'll walk through my door&lt;br /&gt;You'll reach for me and I'll know it's for sure&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll give all the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want to wake up alone anymore)&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want to wake up alone)&lt;br /&gt;Just reach for me&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want to wake up alone)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want to wake up alone)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to wake up alone&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want to wake up alone)&lt;br /&gt;Let me know it's sure&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want to wake up alone)&lt;br /&gt;Still believe in someone&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want to wake up alone)&lt;br /&gt;When you reach for me&lt;br /&gt;(Don't want to wake up alone)&lt;br /&gt;Let me know it's for real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-6947348223113044478?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6947348223113044478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=6947348223113044478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6947348223113044478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6947348223113044478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/singing-all-love-in-world-corrs.html' title='Singing: All the Love in the World - The Corrs'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-2701065794307430054</id><published>2009-05-18T22:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:07:20.630+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Ronny. My New Partner in Crime :D</title><content type='html'>Okay. First, he's the top scorer on my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so? Because he only needs 3 times to make me consider to put him on this list. If you're following my blog. You'll know what I'm talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing. He's the kind of person who never takes thing seriously, he has a good sense of humor. The kind of person that would make you laugh for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, he succeeded making me laugh, till my stomach ache and I started to cry. And I can picture him hanging out with my all time favorite people in life, the Fantastic Four and Wewe Gombel. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;For the useless and hilarious things that we share...&lt;br /&gt;Luv ya guys... ;-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-2701065794307430054?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1041507236#/profile.php?id=1041507236' title='Meet Ronny. My New Partner in Crime :D'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2701065794307430054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=2701065794307430054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2701065794307430054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2701065794307430054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/meet-ronny-my-new-partner-in-crime-d.html' title='Meet Ronny. My New Partner in Crime :D'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-483217611588489023</id><published>2009-05-16T18:53:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:36:18.889+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>The 15th of May 2009. One of those days, where I WON!!! ^_^</title><content type='html'>It was a day where big things happened. The day where I turned from nobody to somebody. The day when my BFF, Elvin, told me to get married soon (Please deh vin, ama siapa coba???). The day when I nearly killed Tikki because she told me all those devious and sarcastic thing (That really popped-out in my mind Tik, seriously ). And finally, it was the day when I found out that me and my,hmmmm, friend Tronic kinda have a song. Okay, let's start with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the beginning together, seeing the fact that we have nothing to do with each other. We don’t even know each other. I was just this silly high school girl, with curiosity and a kind of crazy adventurous side of me. It sounds like one of those classic songs, the ones that last forever. This story definitely would start because of that song. The song, ‘our’ theme song, the Richard Marx and Donna Lewis song called “At the Beginning”. Yup, it was kind of your secret Nic for like SEVEN YEARS. Hellooooo…..&lt;br /&gt;Its seven freaking years ago, and I just knew it because I forward my blog post to you? Okay, something’s WRONG here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that it’s so pointless nostalgic thing that I found out, more than 7 years from that fact. It totally freaked me out. It was so sweet that you remember, the song, that your friend played at the moment you receive my first text message. You know, I'm kinda thinking, what will happen if you told me this like, maybe in 2005, when we met. At my boarding house or at McD Dago Square. Will I be, the lady, the one that is there with you now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will answer that now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Well, maybe you're gonna say, "What?".&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, he was always Mr. Impossible to me, since maybe six years ago. He was never my prince. He was my soul mate. Yes, another part of me that stay's in he's body. He was the person who always says,"You really did a good job there, you better do something bigger". He was the one that helped me through my darkest year, my 1st grade in high school. Well, I actually knew him on the 2nd grade, but he actually give me the spirit, the courage to move on. He was the one who told me to read "Supernova:Ksatria, Putri dan Bintang Jatuh", which turns to be my first Indonesian Novel aside Lupus series. So, he really did something to my life. Something so good, that I would never make him my boyfriend. But, it's not that I never think of that. It's the thing that just went through my mind. But, I always know will never happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like marrying my cousin, well, it's okay, but it'll be weird. Seriously. Everyone will start whispering at us. So, I'm happy that you're happy. That you have a cute son now. That you have a bright career in my dream company, Telkomsel. It will always stay that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we will continue with the first thing. Me, turning from nobody to somebody. Yes, it happened yesterday. It was my first meeting as The Secretary of RSUD AA's  ISO team. Well, I was really nervous about this. Because my boss was in Jakarta, for some other thing related to the hospital. It freaked me out also by the way. It's was like, loosing your general in a war. Hahahahaha... LOL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it went sooooooo well, maybe just a few point below excellent. We got all the compliment. They even said my name out loud, like three times. To appreciate what I already prepared. How ready we are for this certification process. We kinda nailed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, yesterday I was dr.A's daughter. Today I'm ME. The person who knows all the thing about ISO 9001:2008. Okay, yesterday was like one of those lecture that Mr.Togar or Mr.Mursyid or even Mr.Dermawan did. It was a one and a half semester packed into one week. Seriously, it was like living another week of my college years. Dealing with RATs, big projects, and of course doing my final project once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is what I really wanna do. Working hard for the things that I like. Doing things that I understand. Doing the thing that only I know how to do it. I like being 'out of the box'. Because I always think that way. I always try to put myself on other people's shoes. And here I am starting my career at a hospital. The biggest in Pekanbaru. Not as a doctor as I dreamed of when I was a kid. But as a future leader. The 'high achievers'. The person that SBM has shaped me. I never give up, that's why, I WILL ALWAYS WIN THE GAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZaZa ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-483217611588489023?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/483217611588489023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=483217611588489023' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/483217611588489023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/483217611588489023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/15th-of-may-2009-one-of-those-days.html' title='The 15th of May 2009. One of those days, where I WON!!! ^_^'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-5742744492530000816</id><published>2009-05-15T00:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:11:13.596+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely, Maybe. From My Side</title><content type='html'>Maybe you guys know the movie, it&amp;#39;s called Definitely, Maybe. The story is kinda unique to me. It&amp;#39;s about a little girl, whose parents got divorced and lives with her dad. One day she was curious about her dad&amp;#39;s love life and why he and her mom was separated. &lt;p&gt;Things are getting getting more interesting when dad told her the story, but it was in some kind of riddle. She called it &amp;quot;Mystery Love Story&amp;quot;. It was hilarious you know. I&amp;#39;m definitely starting to love the movie at the very moment. &lt;p&gt;But maybe, one big thing that I got from this movie is, you never really get over you first love. Even if it&amp;#39;s only a fling or a teenage crush. You definitely won&amp;#39;t ever get over it. &lt;br&gt;Well, especially for me. I never really forget about my junior-high crush. But it gets better when I found this guy, whose like 1000 time better than my first crush. Well, he kinda taught me how to be me, the person who writes this. It&amp;#39;s surely was not a fling or a teenage crush at all. It&amp;#39;s because I never really truly get over him, until today. He&amp;#39;s just incomparable to all those guys I&amp;#39;ve ever met. It has been like 7, SEVEN, years since I first knew him. And it became worst when I first met him like 4 years ago. Well, maybe it&amp;#39;s because he&amp;#39;s way older than me. Things will get so amazing if we hear and learn new things. At least for me. But here&amp;#39;s the thing. There&amp;#39;s always a bunch of guys trying to approach us, with many kinds of excuse. But for me, I only kept like less than half a dozen in my heart. For now, there&amp;#39;s only FIVE. &lt;br&gt;The first guy would be, my teenage-crush. Who&amp;#39;s always been around, until college. &lt;br&gt;Second would definitely be my all time favorite boy friend / online friend. Well to honour him let&amp;#39;s just say his name, Tronic. &lt;br&gt;Third is...hmmm...let&amp;#39;s see. My one only Best&amp;#39;boy&amp;#39;friend ever. Elvin. Haha. Kinda interesting story I had with this one.&lt;br&gt;Fourth. I&amp;#39;m still confused of which one should go 1st. Well, let&amp;#39;s make it my last semester partner in college. He was like very dependent to me that time. &lt;br&gt;Finally, it&amp;#39;s my classmate since the 1st semester till the 9th semester back in college. I just met him like 2 days ago and realize that, he&amp;#39;s somebody. He&amp;#39;s gonna be &amp;#39;big&amp;#39; one day. He&amp;#39;s a very idealist kind of guy, he&amp;#39;s so poetic (hahaha...this one kinda tickles), and I just knew him the whole three years of college. I mean we spent most of our 2nd year being a partner in Palapa. Well, he&amp;#39;s definitely got sumthin&amp;#39;. &lt;p&gt;Well, if you knew me. You&amp;#39;ll know that, I don&amp;#39;t fall easily. It&amp;#39;ll take like a hundred effort to bring me down. These past two years for example. I never really had a thing for guys. They just short of come and go. But when I met or get in touch again w/ my old &amp;#39;boy&amp;#39;friends. They just seem to get better. &lt;br&gt;Actually, a few months ago I had a crush for a guy. He&amp;#39;s a junior doctor back at the Hospital. It&amp;#39;s kinda weird how he attract me. I was at the mosque, I was just waiting for the zuhur prayers to start when I heard him do the Qomad. My head flew right up and there I saw him. It was such a nice voice anyway. Then, about a week later, I heard the nurse where kinda chatting and I overheard that he is a muallaf. Well, that&amp;#39;s kinda sumthin, right? But, it&amp;#39;ll take him to do a bunch of things before he gets on my list. Hoho..&lt;p&gt;So, don&amp;#39;t get over your past. Live it and learn from it. You&amp;#39;ll become a better you. You&amp;#39;ll be a more fabulous person than you&amp;#39;ve ever dreamed of. I&amp;#39;ll guarantee that. ^_^&lt;p&gt;As can you see, life is always a  wonderful journey..&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="Http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com"&gt;Http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-5742744492530000816?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5742744492530000816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=5742744492530000816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5742744492530000816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5742744492530000816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/definitely-maybe-from-my-side.html' title='Definitely, Maybe. From My Side'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-2673429307661255437</id><published>2009-05-14T21:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:35:28.684+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Cutey Chubby- Tomato-Like ALI!</title><content type='html'>Miss you soooo Aliiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgwppEF2-DI/AAAAAAAAADk/wZLnGI2FmsY/s1600-h/14052009_007_-776266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgwppEF2-DI/AAAAAAAAADk/wZLnGI2FmsY/s320/14052009_007_-776266.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335685443976886322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgwppBwiqbI/AAAAAAAAADs/IkDH-uq5QiE/s1600-h/14052009_006_-776688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgwppBwiqbI/AAAAAAAAADs/IkDH-uq5QiE/s320/14052009_006_-776688.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335685443350604210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgwppRqKJDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1jimMe7mt1A/s1600-h/13052009-777244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgwppRqKJDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1jimMe7mt1A/s320/13052009-777244.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335685447618798642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgwppZDWkEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OjcS4TEDBAo/s1600-h/Ali_n_iyang-777484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgwppZDWkEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/OjcS4TEDBAo/s320/Ali_n_iyang-777484.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335685449603518530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ali pake baju kaos putih kaya&amp;#39; papanya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-2673429307661255437?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2673429307661255437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=2673429307661255437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2673429307661255437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2673429307661255437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-cutey-chubby-tomato-like-ali.html' title='Me Cutey Chubby- Tomato-Like ALI!'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgwppEF2-DI/AAAAAAAAADk/wZLnGI2FmsY/s72-c/14052009_007_-776266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-2270621857568463528</id><published>2009-05-13T20:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:08:41.767+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Find Me Replacement &amp; I'm Gone</title><content type='html'>Sounds mad. Well kind of. It&amp;#39;s just that I felt some people doesn&amp;#39;t want me around anymore. A bit sensitive, maybe. But that&amp;#39;s how it sounds. They kinda told me, to let go of the job. But my boss told me to stay. So, who should I listen to?&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, I felt that I&amp;#39;m capable in handling them both. I definitely can multitask. I&amp;#39;m really good at it. I had two jobs since January anyway. &lt;p&gt;So, if I think I can&amp;#39;t handle the workloads anymore. You guys will be the first to know. Find sumone else, and I&amp;#39;m gonna go. That&amp;#39;s for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-2270621857568463528?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2270621857568463528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=2270621857568463528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2270621857568463528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2270621857568463528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/find-me-replacement-im-gone.html' title='Find Me Replacement &amp; I&apos;m Gone'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-6939130320933420743</id><published>2009-05-11T00:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:38:44.486+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>A Marvelous Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>I had a really fun weekend!! I went to Jakarta and meet up with my cousins and some friends.. these are some pics of the marvelous weekend... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgcKr7P8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/tVKI2oaVSJ0/s1600-h/10052009_036_-771608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgcKr7P8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/tVKI2oaVSJ0/s320/10052009_036_-771608.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334244033398850418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgcKsKvUPiI/AAAAAAAAADE/bhGYiJsXaWM/s1600-h/Bont_1017-772487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgcKsKvUPiI/AAAAAAAAADE/bhGYiJsXaWM/s320/Bont_1017-772487.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334244037556977186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgcKsSCdDHI/AAAAAAAAADM/N1V4pQYBMn8/s1600-h/10052009_035_-773304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgcKsSCdDHI/AAAAAAAAADM/N1V4pQYBMn8/s320/10052009_035_-773304.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334244039516294258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgcKskiMFjI/AAAAAAAAADU/ORvtibGv014/s1600-h/10052009_031_-774028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgcKskiMFjI/AAAAAAAAADU/ORvtibGv014/s320/10052009_031_-774028.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334244044481238578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgcKs7QwTdI/AAAAAAAAADc/OLa_Qji_6-I/s1600-h/10052009_018_-775017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgcKs7QwTdI/AAAAAAAAADc/OLa_Qji_6-I/s320/10052009_018_-775017.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334244050582130130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;@d lift of grha165&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-6939130320933420743?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6939130320933420743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=6939130320933420743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6939130320933420743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6939130320933420743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/marvelous-weekend.html' title='A Marvelous Weekend!!'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SgcKr7P8Q3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/tVKI2oaVSJ0/s72-c/10052009_036_-771608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-2225935879924473189</id><published>2009-05-04T16:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:05:00.688+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poets'/><title type='text'>Thanks yet Sorry...</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the love you shared with me...&lt;br&gt;Thanks for the time you tried to squeeze in for me..&lt;br&gt;Thanks for the laughs we really enjoyed..&lt;br&gt;Thanks for believing in me, that I&amp;#39;d become something big, someday...&lt;br&gt;Thanks for the moments, all those wonderful thoughts of you cheered me up everytime..&lt;br&gt;Thanks for the little steps and big things you&amp;#39;ve done for me, all the way...&lt;p&gt;I do love you, in many ways..&lt;p&gt;But,&lt;br&gt;Sorry for being such a bad friend&lt;br&gt;Sorry for the little things that hurt your feelings..&lt;br&gt;Sorry for the rude and careless word I said..&lt;br&gt;Sorry for the tears you dropped for me and my ignorant behaviour..&lt;br&gt;Sorry for not being there for you when you&amp;#39;re down..&lt;br&gt;Sorry for the memories, the ones where I&amp;#39;m being selfish and intolerant..&lt;br&gt;Sorry for not saying the truth when it&amp;#39;ll hurt you even worse..&lt;br&gt;Sorry, that&amp;#39;s all I can say..&lt;p&gt;I do love you, in many many different ways... :-)&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br&gt;To all my dearest friends... Thanks and Sorry..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-2225935879924473189?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2225935879924473189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=2225935879924473189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2225935879924473189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2225935879924473189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/thanks-for-love-you-shared-with-me.html' title='Thanks yet Sorry...'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-4012721048968643700</id><published>2009-04-18T21:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:58:28.210+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Switch to Plan B</title><content type='html'>Yup, the decision is canceled for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I got more challenge and opportunities here now, right where I'm now. I got an offer to do a research and a chance to become a CPNS. Nice right? So, for now, at least till the end of the year, I'll still be here for my family and for the sake of my future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Zaza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-4012721048968643700?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4012721048968643700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=4012721048968643700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4012721048968643700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4012721048968643700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/switch-to-plan-b.html' title='Switch to Plan B'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-1231025599973451367</id><published>2009-04-16T04:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T04:22:32.329+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>I've Decided</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've decided to move back to Bandung on Juli or August. Because I was thinking that the job I have here doesn't give me anything in terms of knowledge. It only adds up my knowledge on other important health stuffs, especially around HIV/AIDS. &lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to apply as tutor in School of Business and Management ITB while waiting for my graduate studies to start. So now I'm preparing my self for that, finding better boarding house, better way of living, better things than last time I was in Bandung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guys just wait for me yaa...&lt;br /&gt;See you soon...^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-1231025599973451367?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1231025599973451367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=1231025599973451367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/1231025599973451367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/1231025599973451367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-decided.html' title='I&apos;ve Decided'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-2885605859391273354</id><published>2009-04-16T04:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T04:14:13.738+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Loads of Happiness, Made the Stress Go Away</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was too excited about he news that my big brother was accepted by BPK, that when knowing I didn't pass the administration selection of Pertamina, I was feeling more than OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thinks we just have to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ikhlas&lt;/span&gt; about everything bad happening to us. But everything depends on the situation. If it wasn't fair for us, I really need like, hmmm, months to let go. But if the situation is like this, I'll let go, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't really want to think about failing, but better find the good thing (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hikmah&lt;/span&gt;) about what happened. Never hesitate that Allah SWT has always planned something much more better than this. So, just be more patient, don't get stressed out, and keep up the effort needed in achieving your goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-2885605859391273354?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2885605859391273354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=2885605859391273354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2885605859391273354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2885605859391273354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/loads-of-happiness-made-stress-go-away.html' title='Loads of Happiness, Made the Stress Go Away'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-3024115566476964267</id><published>2009-04-14T22:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:07:59.848+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>On Being Thankful</title><content type='html'>Tadi siang sehabis zuhur, saya ikut pengajian di mesjid di RS AA Pekanbaru. Trus, si ustadz berceramah tentang 'Bersyukur'. Dia bilang kalau kita bersyukur pada Allah, itu untuk diri kita sendiri, bukan untuk orang lain. Jadi selalu bersyukurlah atas apa yang kita punya dan kita dapatkan. Berbaik sangkalah pada Allah, walaupun semua itu menurut kita hal yang sangat buruk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk berpikir begini, sangat sulit, saya juga tau kalau berubah, menjadi apapun itu hal yang sangat sangat sulit dilakukan. Jadi bersyukurlah, apapun yang kita miliki sekarang, itulah yang menurut ALLAH SWT yang paling baik untuk kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin banyak kita mengucapkan "Alhamdulillah", Insya Allah semua usaha kita dimudahkan...Amin ya rabbal alamin... ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-3024115566476964267?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3024115566476964267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=3024115566476964267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/3024115566476964267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/3024115566476964267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-being-thankful.html' title='On Being Thankful'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-616104518699775631</id><published>2009-04-13T15:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:41:27.747+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Kind of Hurts</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it kind of hurt my feelings when seeing someone I knew die. Or even imagining that someone will pass away if I don't give them any help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the medicine crisis in the clinic continues. It became obvious that the stock from the supplier is ZERO. What a marvelous condition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can those people continue living a healthy and normal life without those medicines? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can the government doesn't care enough to supply them immediately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just curious. Is it money? Is it bureaucracy? Or a human error?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know yet. Hopefully the crisis will end soon and they can live a long healthy and normal life, amien!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-616104518699775631?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/616104518699775631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=616104518699775631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/616104518699775631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/616104518699775631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/kind-of-hurts.html' title='Kind of Hurts'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-2459717544694577134</id><published>2009-04-12T17:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:54:48.397+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Second Chance</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been given a second chance by God or other people around you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people says, chance doesn't came twice in our life. But I've experienced a time when second chance comes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you read my previous posts about me being rejected by several companies, I got a second chance by one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a news from a friend about two months ago about this re-call. The company was calling us to have a re-test on our medical check-ups. So I flew far away from Pekanbaru to Jakarta just to follow this test, leaving my two jobs here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, maybe I'm not destined to be working there. I fail again. &lt;br /&gt;It really hurts this time, a friend said, "It's worst than a broken heart". Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;She's definitely right, I can say for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of thinking, I may say that, this is the way that Allah tells me that working there now isn't what I supposed to do. I really sure that Allah has prepared a good thing, an even better things to do in the near future. Hopefully, amien!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-2459717544694577134?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2459717544694577134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=2459717544694577134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2459717544694577134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2459717544694577134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/second-chance.html' title='Second Chance'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-5617123342191640165</id><published>2009-04-12T08:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:35:55.761+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Details in the Fabric</title><content type='html'>by Jason Mraz feat. James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm down &lt;br /&gt;Deep breaths &lt;br /&gt;And get yourself dressed instead &lt;br /&gt;Of running around &lt;br /&gt;And pulling on your threads and &lt;br /&gt;Breaking yourself up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a broken part, replace it &lt;br /&gt;If it's a broken arm then brace it &lt;br /&gt;If it's a broken heart then face it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hold your own &lt;br /&gt;Know your name &lt;br /&gt;And go your own way &lt;br /&gt;Hold your own &lt;br /&gt;Know your name &lt;br /&gt;And go your own way &lt;br /&gt;And everything will be fine &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hang on &lt;br /&gt;Help is on the way &lt;br /&gt;Stay strong &lt;br /&gt;I'm doing everything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your own &lt;br /&gt;Know your name &lt;br /&gt;And go your own way &lt;br /&gt;Hold your own &lt;br /&gt;Know your name &lt;br /&gt;And go your own way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine &lt;br /&gt;Everything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the details in the fabric &lt;br /&gt;Are the things that make you panic &lt;br /&gt;Are your thoughts results of static cling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the things that make you blow &lt;br /&gt;Hell, no reason, go on and scream &lt;br /&gt;If you're shocked it's just the fault &lt;br /&gt;Of faulty manufacturing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine &lt;br /&gt;Everything in no time at all &lt;br /&gt;Everything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your own &lt;br /&gt;And know your name &lt;br /&gt;And go your own way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name) &lt;br /&gt;Are the things that make you panic &lt;br /&gt;Are your thoughts results of static cling (Go your own way) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name) &lt;br /&gt;Are the things that make you panic (Go your own way) &lt;br /&gt;Is it Mother Nature's sewing machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the things that make you blow (Hold your own, know your name) &lt;br /&gt;Hell no reason go on and scream &lt;br /&gt;If you’re shocked it's just the fault (Go your own way) &lt;br /&gt;Of faulty manufacturing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine &lt;br /&gt;Everything in no time at all &lt;br /&gt;Hearts will hold  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Don't panic, stay calm and face the world with optimism and positive mind.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully you'll get the helping hands that you need...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-5617123342191640165?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5617123342191640165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=5617123342191640165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5617123342191640165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5617123342191640165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/details-in-fabric.html' title='Details in the Fabric'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-8663091387330799853</id><published>2009-03-18T14:51:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:18:02.135+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Heartbreaking Scenes</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of this year, January 2009, I started to work at a clinic that serve people with HIV/AIDS. Well, I accepted the offer just so that I have a routine activity everyday. Not just sleeping, eating and watch TV every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The offer came from my mom's colleagues, they needed a hand on doing the administration stuffs in the clinic, so I took the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first month was quite hard for me, I listened to their problems, but have to keep my mouth shut and not tell anyone outside the clinic. Make reports that seems to be easy but needs accuracy and patients in making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second month became better, but when I attend the Monitoring and Evaluation Training my head got very dizzy. There was several mistakes in the reports from Oct 2008 till Jan 2009, which means I need to revise them all...HUFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me the hardest part of this job is not to involve to much emotion. Every day I see different expression, anger and reaction from all those suspected clients.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel really sorry for them, but on the other hand I also think that some of the deserves to have disease.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really sorry for wives who got the disease/virus from their spouse. They didn't do anything wrong in the past. Just marrying the wrong guy, the one that do dangerous and risky activities that caused the virus to come.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so so bad for babies, little children who had the virus since they were born, from their parents. They look so sad, weak and made me wanna cry... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I'm getting used to all those situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, I'd like to tell you that it's better you do a save sex, not using non sterile syringe, don't go to 'localization' (a.k.a rumah bordil) and have a safe and healthy life. I'm sure you will be just fine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-8663091387330799853?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8663091387330799853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=8663091387330799853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8663091387330799853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8663091387330799853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/heartbreaking-scenes.html' title='Heartbreaking Scenes'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-4361456882796389593</id><published>2009-03-14T17:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:47:35.994+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Officially an Aunt! Haha :D</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's right!&lt;br /&gt;Last week, March 4th 2009, my sister-in-law gave birth to a cute baby boy...&lt;br /&gt;We named him ALI RASYID.&lt;br /&gt;It felt awkward at the beginning, but delightful and amazing now. It's like a miracle seeing him grow every day since in his mom's tummy till he was brought up to the world..&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've an aunt since...mmm..let's see, elementary school? Hahaha..yes, I'm the 2nd youngest grandchild in my mom's family, so my cousins are old enough to have children, that's why I've been an aunt for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just wanna share my love to little ALI and pray that he will grow to become a nice, bright and cheerful boy, amin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-4361456882796389593?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4361456882796389593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=4361456882796389593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4361456882796389593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4361456882796389593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-officially-aunt-haha-d.html' title='I&apos;m Officially an Aunt! Haha :D'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-685424098696093157</id><published>2008-12-30T10:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:05:54.497+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>The year 2008 nearly ends..&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things that I have experienced this year, good things, bad things, happiness, sadness, pride, disappointment, all those feelings that mad me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in this upcoming year, of course I'm really hoping to become an even better person.&lt;br /&gt;Getting closer to all my dreams, or even reach one or more of them. Learn more new things, get more knowledge in lots of new things. Become more religious, do more ibadah, learn much more about Islam to have a more beautiful life...&lt;br /&gt;Try to accept all the consequences from all the things that I've done before.&lt;br /&gt;Be Healthy, do exercises, more sports, eat right, in order to have a healthier and fit body. &lt;br /&gt;Loving my family and friends more and more. Make new friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully every little thing in my life would be more and more better, Amin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-685424098696093157?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/685424098696093157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=685424098696093157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/685424098696093157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/685424098696093157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-4198394571010800664</id><published>2008-12-17T13:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:12:48.828+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where did those feelings go?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I just realize that those feelings is not here anymore&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is still there, but just a small tiny thing there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago, I was really hoping those feeling would go away&lt;br /&gt;But why I'm questioning where it is now?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;when I see him online&lt;br /&gt;when I get the chance to talk with him&lt;br /&gt;There's no more heart beating faster&lt;br /&gt;No more gladness to know he's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe this is the time&lt;br /&gt;The time it goes away&lt;br /&gt;The time that I would feel that way for another person...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-4198394571010800664?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4198394571010800664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=4198394571010800664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4198394571010800664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4198394571010800664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-did-those-feelings-go-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-7735227272479894449</id><published>2008-12-09T10:55:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:00:10.441+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Where Rainbow Ends</title><content type='html'>Beberapa hari ini saya sedang membaca sebuah novel berjudul "Where Rainbow Ends" (Di Ujung Pelangi). &lt;br /&gt;Buku ini bercerita tentang persahabatan dua orang anak sejak mereka kecil sampai dewasa, Rosie Dunne dan Alex Stewart. Mereka bersahabat sejak berumur 5 tahun sampai mereka sama-sama dewasa, berkeluarga dan punya anak. Selama persahabatan mereka yang bertahun-tahun itu mereka selalu saling bercerita tentang kehidupan mereka walaupun terpisah di dua benua. Alex tinggal di Boston, Amerika Serikat, sedangkan Rosie tinggal di Dublin, Irlandia. Selama bertahun-tahun itu pula mulai tumbuh perasaan lain selain rasa sayang seorang sahabat. Saat menyadari perasaan ini Rosie pun menunjukkan nya pada Alex, tapi sayangnya saat itu Alex telah memiliki Sally yang akan dinikahinya. Tak lama setelah itu Rosie pun bertemu dengan Greg yang juga kan dinikahinya. &lt;br /&gt;Beberapa tahun sesudahnya mereka masih terus berkirim kabar, berbagi cerita tentang berbagai hal. Sampai akhirnya Alex dan Sally memutuskan untuk berpisah. Rosie selalu menghibur Alex saat masalh ini datang. Sampai akhirnya Alex menyadari bahwa ia sangat mencintai Rosie. Saat Alex menulis surat untuk mengungkapkan perasaannya ini, surat ini tidak sampai pada Rosie, malah dibaca oleh Greg yang saat itu langsung marah pada Alex dan memintanya untuk menjauhi Rosie. Tapi itu tidak dilakukannya, ia tetap berhubungan dengan Rosie melalui surat, email dan telepon, tapi ia tidak pernah lagi mengungkit-ungkit perasaannya itu. Akhirnya Bagaimana? Saya juga belum tahu, karena saya belum menyelesaikannya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi cerita ini mengingatkan saya pada kisah saya sendiri. Saya bersahabat dengan seseorang, memang belum selama persahabatan Rosie dan Alex, tapi kami cukup dekat. Bahkan bagi saya dia adalah orang pertama yang akn saya beritahu jika saya menghadapi suatu masalah dan butuh saran. &lt;br /&gt;Dulu, mungkin sekitar enam tahun yang lalu, sahabat saya yang lain mengatakan bahwa si sahabat saya ini menyukai saya, saat itu saya hanya menganggap dia sebagai sahabat, tidak lebih. Jadi saya pun secara tidak langsung menolak dia. Waktu itu kami sempat tidak berhubungan dan berkirim kabar beberapa bulan, mungkin enam bulan, saya juga tidak terlalu ingat. Saat itu saya merasanya sangat kehilangan sahabat saya, ingin bercerita tapi takut masih merasa tidak enak. Tapi Alhamdulillah, akhirnya semua kembali seperti biasa, kami mulai saling berkirm email lagi, ber-SMS, kadang saling telepon. Sampai saat ini dia masih menjadi orang yang paling dulu saya hubungi diantara teman-teman saya jika saya butuh saran. Bahkan kalau saya sedang suka pada seseorang, saya tidak tahu bagaimana perasaannya saat saya bercerita tentang yang satu ini. Penasaran juga. Tapi jujur saja, saat dia becerita tentang perempuan yang sedang didekatinya, ada sedikit rasa cemburu yang saya rasakan. Tapi bagi saya, jika sahabat saya bahagia, saya akan sangat berbahagia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May our friendship lasts forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-7735227272479894449?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7735227272479894449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=7735227272479894449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7735227272479894449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7735227272479894449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-rainbow-ends.html' title='Where Rainbow Ends'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-7144651448798010380</id><published>2008-11-28T22:16:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:01:50.903+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>When I Fall Down, I'll try to Wake Up Again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Yesterday morning I was still excited with what's gonna happen... &lt;br /&gt;I have all these dreams in my head.. &lt;br /&gt;Now, all I wanna do is runaway from all this mess..&lt;br /&gt;Have a little break.. &lt;br /&gt;And try to move on with my life...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what God has planned for me, but I believe that it must be something a lot better than all of this...&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a note I wrote on my cellphone's notepad, the night I got the second bad news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for some of you that have read my previous posts, maybe you already know that recently I 'm following recruitment processes in some companies. Well I got the last result from them yesterday and the day before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that the results are both disappointing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first bad news came in the late afternoon on Wednesday. I already saw the main announcement on the message board of the website at noon, but they still haven't posted the list of names of the succeeding candidates. So I waited till the afternoon to see it again. While browsing for other things I always refresh the web page. Then the list came out, I searched, I didn't find my name, I searched it again, none. That time I feel like yelling so much, but I managed to calmed down. After that I pray that I home something good will come, that I'm destined to be working in the other company that I also applied for. But I nearly cried that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, which was yesterday, after I had lunch I went back to my room trying to turn on the TV, when my cell phone rings, a new message came. I checked, it was my friend who also followed the recruitment process in the second company, she said that the announcement were already posted on the website. So I hurried turning on the PC, waiting it to turn on, open the browser, and the the website was there. I saw the link to the announcement, I clicked it. Read the main announcement. Search for my name, didn't find it (again), searched again, maybe for about 5 times, still my name wasn't there. This time I really can't help it, I start to cry. But only lasted for a while. &lt;br /&gt;Then I called my Mom to tell her about the second bad news of the week, I failed again. Then I started to cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this it. What I have done in the last 4 (FOUR) months is such a waste. All the hopes and dreams that I have put by working for either company just vanished right away. Just because a damn medical check up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I really really need a break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I am ready I will work out on what to do next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, when I fall down, I'll always try to wake up again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everyone of you that have supported me in the last four months, especially to my Dad, for always being there...&lt;br /&gt;and to my friends for the best wishes and supports...&lt;br /&gt;I will always try again and again, until one day I succeed..&lt;br /&gt;Love u all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-7144651448798010380?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7144651448798010380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=7144651448798010380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7144651448798010380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7144651448798010380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-i-fall-down-ill-try-to-wake-up.html' title='When I Fall Down, I&apos;ll try to Wake Up Again..'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-598674324323746865</id><published>2008-11-25T22:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:44:45.859+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>(Masih) Menunggu</title><content type='html'>Seperti yang pernah saya katakan pada posting yang lalu tentang menunggu, hal ini merupakan salah satu hal yang paling tidak saya sukai. Apapun itu yang sedang saya tunggu. Apalagi menunggu dalam ketidakpastian....Hufff...Sangat menyebalkan. Lebih lagi kalau yang ditunggu itu sesuatu yang menyangkut masa depan, apa yang akan terjadi sebulan setahun atau bahkan lima tahun dari sekarang...makin menyebalkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, di sinilah saya, menunggu dalam ketidakpastian. Menunggu sesuatu yang menyangkut masa depan saya, sesuatu yang menentukan apa yang akan saya lakukan dalam sebulan, setahun atau bahkan lima tahun ke depan.&lt;br /&gt;Yang membuat hal ini makin tidak menyenangkan adalah pihak yang membuat saya menunggu ini tidak memberitahu kapan ketidakpastian ini akan berakhir. Bahkan tidak ada batas waktu tertentu dimana kemungkinan saya akan mendengar dari mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kamu bertanya, apa sih sebenarnya yang kamu tunggu? Well, jawabnya mudah, hasil tes sebuah proses panjang rekrutmen pegawai di sebuah BUMN terkemuka.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi proses panjang ini sudah dimulai sejak bulan Juli 2008 ini, yang berarti sudah lebih empat bulan. Dari semua proses panjang itu, Alhamdulillah saya sudah sampai pada tahap akhir, yaitu medical check-up yang dilaksanakan pada tanggal 17 November ini. Pada saat itu mereka tidak memberitahu kami kapan hasil akhir ini akan diberitahukan. Jadilah kami semua, 87 orang ini, menunggu dalam ketidakpastian yang menyebalkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apalagi saat ini, beberapa rekan saya yang juga mengikuti proses ini telah dihubungi oleh pihak perusahaan. Hal ini makin mebuat jantung saya makin berdegup tak menentu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat ini saya hanya bisa terus berdoa dan berharap agar Allah SWT dapat memberikan yang terbaik untuk saya, amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sisi lain, saya juga mengikuti test di perusahaan lain, yang juga telah sampai pada tahap akhir. Bedanya perusahaan ini memberikan waktu tertentu, kapan kemungkinan palin cepat mereka akan mengumumkan hasilnya. Mereak berkata kami bisa mulai memeriksa website mereka mulai tanggal 20 November ini. Tapi sampai saat ini pengumuman itu masih saja belum ada di website perusahaan itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll just keep hoping, praying, and believing that god has prepared something great and wonderful for me....amin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-598674324323746865?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/598674324323746865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=598674324323746865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/598674324323746865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/598674324323746865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/masih-menunggu.html' title='(Masih) Menunggu'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-4293322145536608567</id><published>2008-11-18T21:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:45:54.720+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poets'/><title type='text'>Just a Dream</title><content type='html'>I was dreaming of you last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking together&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where we were heading to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;You hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Yes you did&lt;br /&gt;You hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;really really tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have a simple question to ask&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dreamed of me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-4293322145536608567?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4293322145536608567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=4293322145536608567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4293322145536608567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4293322145536608567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-dream.html' title='Just a Dream'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-5172192042558714163</id><published>2008-11-17T17:20:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:48:39.040+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>A Poetry Book</title><content type='html'>I don't really like to read poets...I just enjoy to write some...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;But a small, grayish book, with lots of fruits on it, caught my eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of that poetry book is "Fruits: Flavors of Life" by Marrysa Tunjung Sari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these are some of my favorite poets from this little book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stupid Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Just answer my question as simple as the question !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love?&lt;br /&gt;Why so much trouble just for a question ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit with all the sad songs and sentences !&lt;br /&gt;All I need is just an answer for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Simply by yes or no&lt;br /&gt;And all the consequence will be all on my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this??!!&lt;br /&gt;You respond a question with a question !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of answer is that !&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will answer yours,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't love you,&lt;br /&gt;I will find the way to love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;br /&gt;Do you love me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cheap Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be nice to me&lt;br /&gt;Without understanding me&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever pity on me&lt;br /&gt;Without seeing me suffer&lt;br /&gt;Don't you talk behind me&lt;br /&gt;Without reading between the lines&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever thank me&lt;br /&gt;Without admitting I'm your friend&lt;br /&gt;Don't even bother to remember me&lt;br /&gt;Only a memory of cheap romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Mind of Jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of you last night&lt;br /&gt;You walked with another woman&lt;br /&gt;Not me I guess&lt;br /&gt;I woke up broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of you again&lt;br /&gt;You kissed that same woman&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not me&lt;br /&gt;....again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice ones right?&lt;br /&gt;try to read it yourself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-5172192042558714163?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5172192042558714163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=5172192042558714163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5172192042558714163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5172192042558714163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/poetry-book.html' title='A Poetry Book'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-3169440339344733333</id><published>2008-11-16T13:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T13:48:54.563+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Indonesia Book Fair 2008</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to the Indonesia Book Fair at the Plenary Hall, JHCC. There was a lot of book publishers and book stores following that event. They give a lot of discounts for books there, starting from 10% to 70%. That was really a great deal for a book lover like me. I can't save a lot by coming to these event and buying books here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By coming to this event I was hoping that I could find some good English books, from my favorite authors of course, or any best selling books that some people recommends me to read. But, I didn't find any good English book with a good price. Most of the English book that I want, was sold with a normal price. Hmmmmm....This made me a little upset...Huuff... I searched for them in almost every stands that sells English books. But most of them don't have a really good price. So, I move on to find Indonesian books that I have been targeting to buy, when I went to a bookstore last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after searching around the Hall for about half an hour, I finally bought one Novel, entitled "Where Rainbows Ends" by Cecelia Ahern. Then I went on searching again, to other stands, then I found a poetry book called "Fruits: Falvor of Life" by Marrysa Tunjung Sari. I've already read half of it, it's good actually.&lt;br /&gt;so, I continue searching, but found nothing interesting. But I remembered that I had an interest on a book at the stand where I bought the first book. So I get back there and bought "Bellamore: A Beautiful Love to Remember" by Karla M. Nashar. Well, I'm happy that I got the books that I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that same time, at the same place, there were also a computer exhibition at another hall. So, I also went there to look around. Makes me wanna buy a new iPod nano...huhuhu...(maybe when i got my paycheck!) and also making me wanting those Hi-tech Laptops...hmmm... But at last, I didn't buy anything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got lunch and went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-3169440339344733333?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3169440339344733333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=3169440339344733333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/3169440339344733333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/3169440339344733333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/indonesia-book-fair-2008.html' title='Indonesia Book Fair 2008'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-8606439174075972086</id><published>2008-10-27T13:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:39:38.719+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>A Year Ago...</title><content type='html'>Today, a year ago, was my graduation ceremony day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means, it has been a year long since I was officially graduated...&lt;br /&gt;Well, it also means that it has been a year I am unoccupied or jobless..Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;well not actually jobless, I got part time jobs... &lt;br /&gt;It also been a year full of struggling in recruitment processes, often failing...&lt;br /&gt;But I really hope that this struggle will come to an end eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping and praying for the best to come....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-8606439174075972086?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8606439174075972086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=8606439174075972086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8606439174075972086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8606439174075972086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/year-ago.html' title='A Year Ago...'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-6367439970287540538</id><published>2008-10-23T21:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:42:59.828+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Menunggu...</title><content type='html'>Menunggu adalah salah satu hal yang paling menyebalkan di dunia...huaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;apalagi setelah menunggu lama kita mendapatkan berita mengecewakan tentang hal yang sedang kita tunggu. &lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya nih, gw lagi ngikutin proses rekrutmen di salah satu perusahaan besar di Indonesia. Proses rekrutmen ini tergolong amat sangat panjang karena prosesnya terdiri dari 7 (TUJUH) tahap. Can you imagine that!!??!! Hahahaha...Pasti males banget kan ngebayanginnya...hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang gw udah ada di tahap ke 5, yaitu wawancara user. Di tahap ini kita di pertemukan dengan beberapa orang HRD dan user kita nantinya kalo diterima kerja di perusahaan ini. Nah, setelah mengetahui kita lolos ke tahap ini melalui website, kita akan dihubungi melalui telepon untuk memberitahukan jadwal wawancara kita.&lt;br /&gt;Pada saat itu gw udah mulai mengalami yang namanya MENUNGGU. Gw kan sempet contact ama temen-temen lain yang juga ikutan test ini, dan beberapa dari mereka udah di hubungi. Itu yang bikin gw panik, bertanya-tanya "Kok gw gak ditelpon-telpon ya?". Sekitar 3 hari setelah pengumuman barulah gw dihubungi via telpon. Gw diberitahu untuk hadir wawancara pada tanggal 23 Oktober 2008 jam 08.00 pagi di gedung management perusahaan tersebut. &lt;br /&gt;Jadi dengan bermodal kepercayaan diri, datanglah gw pada hari tersebut dengan sangat bersemangat. Gw sampai di gedung itu jamg 06.40 (Hahahaha...pagi banget!) Ini sih karena pertimbangan takut macet dan sebagainya lah, bukan karena gw sangat bersemanagat loh...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya disana penantian gw pun dimulai...&lt;br /&gt;Setelah menunggu sekitar 1 jam, akhirnya ada seorang petugas yang datang menghampiri kita. Memberikan beberapa form yang harus kami isi. Gw dan teman-teman seperjuangan gw sampe bertanya-tanya, "apa mereka gak nyimpen data kita ya? sampe kita harus ngisi data diri berkali-kali gini...". Tapi kami gak bisa berbuat apa-apa selain ngisi tu form. &lt;br /&gt;Penantian pun berlanjut. Selesai mengisi form, kami diinstruksikan untuk menuju ke lantai 3, tempat ruang wawncara berada. Setelah menuggu beberapa lama, kami di beri daftar absen. Di list itu nama gw ada di urutan 12 dari 14 orang...HUaaaaa...udah bete aja gw, pasti lama banget tuh nunggu nya...&lt;br /&gt;Saat menunggu giliran wawancara, gw sempet kenalan ama peserta test yang lain. Ternyata yang wawancara hari ini semua dari Ekonomi, ada yang akuntansi, ada yang manajemen. Kita semua dari uni yang berbeda-beda. Jadi obrolan pun jadi beragam.&lt;br /&gt;Di sela-sela waktu kami menunggu, datang lah sebuah kabar dari seorang rekan yang sudah selesai di wawancara. Dia mengabarkan bahwa kami semua yang diwawancara di minggu kedua ini sudah pasti tidak diterima sebagai MT (Management Trainee), Ugh...Sebel gak sih dengernya...kita semua hanya ditawari jabatan Fungsional, which is Staff Biasa. Hahaha...that was the phrase of the day. Semuanya jadi kehilangan semangat dan mulai bete. Tapi untungnya ada salah satu dari kami yang mulai bikin joke-joke tentang kenyataan kami gak akan jadi MT, ini bikin suasana jadi cair kembali. Semua jadi tampak lebih fresh lagi. Setelah ngobrol ngalor ngidul lagi, gak terasa waktu udah menunjukkan pukul 12.00 siang. Salah satu pewawancara mengabarkan kalo kami akan istirahat dan akan dimulai lagi pukul 12.30. Jadilah kami pergi untuk istirahat, sholat dan makan siang. Setelah sholat, ternyata udah jam 12.20, jadilah gak sempet makan siang. Akhirnya kita langsung ke atas lagi. Untungnya tadi sempet dibagikan snack, jadi lumayan ada ganjel..hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, penantian pun berlanjut. Ternyata wawancara baru dimulai lagi pukul 13.00...ngaret setengah jam, sangat Indonesia lah yaa...&lt;br /&gt;Tiap orang yang keluar dari ruangan pasti langsung kami serbu dengan pertanyaan-pertanyaan "ditanyain apa aja tadi" "ditawarin ke bagian apa" "Loe jawabnya gimana?" yaaa something like that...&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya sampai juga giliran gw, jam udah menunjukkan pukul 15.00...hahaha...udah keburu lecek banget gw...&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam ruangan, gw ditanya soal interest gw di bagian mana, trus pengetahuan gw tentang interest gw itu. Mostly, gw bisa jawab, walaupun ada beberapa yang agak terbata-bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion gw telah menunggu selama sekitar 8 jam untuk sebuah wawancara yang hanya berlangsung sekitar 20 menit. Hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it all worth it, and I'll be accepted in this company...Hopefully....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-6367439970287540538?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6367439970287540538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=6367439970287540538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6367439970287540538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6367439970287540538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/menunggu.html' title='Menunggu...'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-1636524197400673803</id><published>2008-10-15T11:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:09:43.376+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>I Read a Lot!</title><content type='html'>Yup, in the last two months I read a lot of books.&lt;br /&gt;Lets count. I guess I read about 7 (seven) books. That's quite a lot. For me who used to read only one book in weeks or even months. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those books are:&lt;br /&gt;* The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;* Ciao Italia: Catatan Petualangan Empat Musim by Gama Harjono&lt;br /&gt;* Divortiare by Ika Natassa&lt;br /&gt;* A Very Yuppy Wedding by Ika Natassa (also)&lt;br /&gt;* Laskar Pelangi by Andrea Hirata&lt;br /&gt;* The Naked Traveler by Trinity&lt;br /&gt;* Winter in Tokyo by Ilana Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all those books, my favorite will be Divortiare and Laskar Pelangi. Both has very different stories.&lt;br /&gt;Divortiare is about a young talented woman, who has just got divorce from his husband. But, she still cannot really forget about his ex-husband and keep on comparing all the men near him with his ex. It is a quite thick novel, but I finished it in less than 24 hours. It's kind of amazing that I used to finish reading one book for a long time, and I can finish this one in less than a day. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is Laskar Pelangi, one of Indonesia's Best Seller novel. This novel is about, the life and education of children in Belitong. How they try to let the world know that they and their school exist. How they learn thing in a really poor school. What they were doing together as Laskar pelangi. This is a really good book. It inspires people to care more about education in Indonesia, especially in the rural areas, in the villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll just keep on reading books. Lots and lots more I guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-1636524197400673803?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1636524197400673803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=1636524197400673803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/1636524197400673803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/1636524197400673803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-read-lot.html' title='I Read a Lot!'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-5005663170088548234</id><published>2008-10-11T20:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:35:19.895+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>by Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;Talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the breezes through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite song recently, heuheu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-5005663170088548234?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5005663170088548234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=5005663170088548234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5005663170088548234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5005663170088548234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-6452843170354556397</id><published>2008-10-09T10:13:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:48:21.722+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>I'm 22 and Still Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SO1-iRk529I/AAAAAAAAABU/pcRv4BIZ--M/s1600-h/06102008650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/SO1-iRk529I/AAAAAAAAABU/pcRv4BIZ--M/s320/06102008650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254995467510078418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, three days ago was my 22nd birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to say...Alhamdulillah, thanks Allah for the wonderful 22 years that I have had, and I hope the upcoming years would be more wonderful and I could give all my best to my surroundings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, my birthday starts with my cellphone ringing in the middle of the night, hehehe... this rarely happens, used to be only SMSs in the middle of the night. It was my cousin, MbAchy and her friends...thanks guys for the prayers...then I continue to sleep, when I woke up in the morning, my mom and dad greet me Happy Birthday, and  i found some SMSs in my cellphone mostly from my friends...and during the day it still comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday, like every other birthday I have had, my mom cooked me Nasi Kuning, Fried Chicken, Scrambled bean curd and sambel...hmmmm yummm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I went to hang out with my best friends, Elvin, Citra, Rahmi and Dito. We went to one of the Mall in Pekanbaru. We had a late lunch there, and just window shop. Until one moment when Elvin told us to separate, me with him and Dito, then Rahmi with Citra...It was so obvious that they want to find a present for me...hehehe... &lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Rahmi's house, because her mom and dad will go out of town so she has to meet them. We prayed Maghrib there. Then we went to Citra's. We spent time chatting and taking pictures there. Here, they gave me the present, I got a really nice tote bag..Thank you guys...&lt;br /&gt;Then, Elvin and Dito took me home, I thank them for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the memorable birthday I had, simple things happen but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping that all my dreams will come true and I will have wonderful upcoming years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-6452843170354556397?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6452843170354556397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=6452843170354556397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-7512041617038054970</id><published>2008-09-13T22:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:58:54.305+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>"Sorry, not talking to you now..."</title><content type='html'>sedih deh...&lt;br /&gt;tadi kan gw dateng ke acara buka bersama di tempat sepupu gw...sepupu gw itu kebetulan kemaren baru berulang tahun. gw kesana bareng sepupu gw yang lain, yang rumahnya deketan ama gw, pacarnya dan seorang teman nya yang lain. di sana sepupu gw yang berulang tahun itu ngundang temen-temennya dia. beberapa gw kenal, karena pernah beberapa kali jalan bareng. &lt;br /&gt;Nah, ada salah satu dari temennya sepupu gw itu yang, kalo menurut gw sih, cukup akrab ama gw. kita sering comment-comment-an di Friendster, chatting di YM...pokonya cukup sering contact lah. biasanya ada aja yang mau diobrolin...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi...tadi pas ketemu...dia emang dengan bersemangat menyapa gw..."Hai Zaza..." gw juga mbales dengan semangat banget...hehehe...Sesudah itu gw beranggapan kalo gw ama dia bakal ngobrol apa gitu, at least nanya kabar deh...but, guess what...bahkan bilang "apa kabar?" juga gak...huhu...perasaan gw antara sedih, sebel dan kecewa...&lt;br /&gt;kok dia gitu ya? padahal biasanya kita punya aja topik buat diobrolin...eh masa pas ketemu, seems like there's nothing to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there's nothing i can say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-7512041617038054970?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7512041617038054970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-3213603364672349873</id><published>2008-09-06T23:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:23:06.923+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Soalnya SUSAH, Sumpah!!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;tadi gw ikutan tes CPNS Deplu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as predicted,,,,,soalnya bikin puyeng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mana ujiannya jam 2 siang sat lagi puasa, kebayangkan betapa lemes dan ngantuknya saat ngerjain soal-soal itu...huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;jadi soalnya terdiri dari 4 bagian. bagian pertama itu, multiple choice, which is, can be guessed...hahaha..i'm not saying it was easy, but at least i can guess the answers..hahahaha...bagian kedua, itu isian singkat, nah ini nih bagian yang menurut gw paling susah, soalnya gw banyakan gak tau jawabannya...jadilah gw cuma ngisi setengah, dengan beberapa jawaban asal...bagian ketiga dan keempat itu uraian, satu bagian berbahasa indonesia yang lainnya berbahasa inggris...tadinya gw kira bagian ini bakal susah banget, ternyata gak juga, soalnya banyakan pertanyaannya kita disuruh ngasih saran atau pendapat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't have high expectations in this test...&lt;br /&gt;just hoping for the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-3213603364672349873?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3213603364672349873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=3213603364672349873' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>asking, "Does he ever love me?"</title><content type='html'>Well, this question has been on my mind for a while...&lt;br /&gt;But now, I think that I don't have the right to ask him...&lt;br /&gt;because, everyone knows, now he has someone beside him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, keep wondering in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;"Does he ever love me?", even for a minute? a second? or even less...&lt;br /&gt;maybe just slightly came to his mind that he loves me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this will be an unanswered question from now on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-5236991082485820620?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-6711479925874275078</id><published>2008-08-26T20:45:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:02:50.937+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan Segera Tibaaa...</title><content type='html'>Yup, Ramadhan sudah di depan mata....&lt;br /&gt;Mari sambut dengan gembiraaa...Yaaayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah gak sampe 1 minggu lagi udah Ramadhan lagi, udah saatnya kita mulai bersiap-siap untuk beribadah sepenuh hati, meluangkan waktu untuk lebih banyak beribadah dan menyucikan hati untuk memaafkan semua orang yang pernah bersalah pada kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudah-mudahan kita semua bisa menjalani dan melaksanakan semua ibadah di bulan ini dengan hati yang bersih sampai di hari kemenangan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Menunaikan Ibadah Puasa di bulan Ramadhan taun ini yaa semuanyaa...&lt;br /&gt;Smoga amal ibadah kita dapat diterima Allah SWT...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-6711479925874275078?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6711479925874275078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=6711479925874275078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6711479925874275078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6711479925874275078'/><link 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pergi&lt;br /&gt;kemana harus sembunyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hooww wooouuu...]&lt;br /&gt;Lemahku lemah&lt;br /&gt;Tak berdaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;Salahkah bila&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak henti mengharapkannya&lt;br /&gt;[hooww woouuu...]&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun akhirnya&lt;br /&gt;Ku tahu dia hanya membuatku terluka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bayangnya trus menghampiri&lt;br /&gt;kemanapun ku coba pergi&lt;br /&gt;oh,adakah dia perduli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemahku lemah&lt;br /&gt;tak berdaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[howw wooouuu...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;don't know how to end it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-7534358467927128517?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-4856176529872880925</id><published>2008-08-18T17:08:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:03:16.627+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>A Weekend to Remember...</title><content type='html'>Yup, last weekend was really fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bandung on Friday afternoon, planning to meet my college friends and my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I went to my friend's house, kaka Dian, and after that we head to Putri's house. We stayed there for a while, while chatting to update everything that has happened in our lives. later, Ayu and Gagay came. After that we went out to dinner at Warung Pasta. &lt;br /&gt;After that, I joined my cousins at Paris Van Java. There we Karaoke...hehehe...well, this time it's not really fun because there were too many people we don't know there, which was my cousins friend. After that, we went to Madtari to have a late night dinneer...hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;With full stomach, we had photo session at dago street, where there was a writing of "bdg". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to get a train ticket for my cousins and after that we had breakfast at Bubur Ayam Zaenal. &lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, my cousin's friend, Jawa, and my other cousin's boyfriend joined us. Then we went to Secret Factory Outlet. we were just window shopping. After that, we had snack time..yippie...we had Ice Durian, which was really delicious! After that we go to a photo studio to get some photo shot. it was great! after that we had dinner at Bebek Darmo. Then, we do some more karaoke...hahaha...to fulfill our disappointment on the previous day. after that we were preparing a surprise for my cousin, Icha's birthday. We set some scenario to make it succeed. We did it at Atmosphere Cafe. It was really fun. We all pushed her to a fish pod...hehehe...she was very upset and made us all wet. bad news was, both he cell phone was broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday, we were getting ready to go back to jakarta, with really heavy heads and eyes. because we got to bed really late the previous night. my two cousins went back using train. while i was using a shuttle service back to Jakarta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was a nice weekend to remember...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-4856176529872880925?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4856176529872880925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=4856176529872880925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4856176529872880925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4856176529872880925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-to-remember.html' title='A Weekend to Remember...'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-4822209490174897851</id><published>2008-08-06T19:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:54:00.992+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Just an update on my so called life...</title><content type='html'>well, it's been quite a while since i wrote on this lovely blog....&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing significant has happened in that 'while'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just still searching and struggling for  the right job for me and my future. While doing that, I asked for permission from my current employer, where I teach there once a week, well I didn't tell them that I'm having tests here and there for another job, I just told them that I will be out of town for a while doing some personal matter. it's been three weeks since I said that. I don't know what they are thinking now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this three weeks, I've had a chance to have a trip to Bandung. OOouughh...how I missed that city...I spent about four days there. I contacted some friends and met one of them. I met Bunga, my college friend. Got some news updates on my friends. Well, some of them were heading abroad to gain their master's degree. which i envy so so much. I also wanted to go abroad and get more knowledge out there. I also met my housemates, really missed those moments when we were still living together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm still here in Jakarta. Waiting for results of the tests I've followed. Keep praying for the best results. I just wish to get what's best for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-4822209490174897851?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4822209490174897851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=4822209490174897851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4822209490174897851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4822209490174897851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-update-on-my-so-called-life.html' title='Just an update on my so called life...'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-8901245887245279373</id><published>2008-06-21T09:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:59:03.928+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poets'/><title type='text'>Do You Remember??</title><content type='html'>Do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Those wonderful moments...&lt;br /&gt;The ones that was filling our days...&lt;br /&gt;When rain pour down to our heads...&lt;br /&gt;Makes us all wet...&lt;br /&gt;But we always put on our happy faces&lt;br /&gt;Those times when we run as fast as we could to be on time for our classes...&lt;br /&gt;Those wonderful break times that we spent touring the campus, trying new places to eat, finding new fun places, or was just looking around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;The times when we laugh and cry together...&lt;br /&gt;When we argue on lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;When we do things that we always love...&lt;br /&gt;When we hangout or go shopping...&lt;br /&gt;Those moments when we just sit and look around...&lt;br /&gt;To seek for any eye catching views...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;All those beautiful days, that I hope will happen again one day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-8901245887245279373?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8901245887245279373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=8901245887245279373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8901245887245279373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/8901245887245279373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-remember.html' title='Do You Remember??'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-9215934054586492285</id><published>2008-03-16T19:52:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:08:29.929+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>He was My Obsession...Part II</title><content type='html'>The time goes by, we just send SMS to each other once in a while, not often. Sometimes we accidentally met on the cyber world, greet each other, asking for updates on our lives... but, as the time goes by, those times becomes more seldom... This makes me sad... but sometimes when i missed him i just send a "Hello" to him by SMS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one afternoon... i was taking a nap in my friend's room and left my cell phone in my own room...after i woke up, i checked my cell phone, there was "1 missed call", i checked. and i was surprised, it was HIM! then, i sent him an SMS, asking about the call. then he said that he's in Bandung and asked me the address of my boarding house, he wants to come and visit me...HUUAAAAA....I'M SO HAPPY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;After that i got change, so that I'll be ready when he arrives... i waited for him in our common room, always looking outside waiting for him to come, still holding my cell phone. then, he called, asking the exact position of my place. and yes, he was standing there, in front of the gate. smiling at me. and said "halo...glad to finally meet you..." we shake hands...huhuhuhu.... while waiting for maghrib time, we have a chit chat, nice updates on our lives, but i guess everything was a lot different, i just lost my words, he keeps on asking me to talk about my life. but, i was just so amazed that time, i still thought that this was only a dream.... &lt;br /&gt;a dream come true i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, maghrib comes... he goes to pray at the small mosque nearby, because boys are not allowed in our rooms, while i pray in my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, he comes back... ask me if i am hungry.. then we had dinner at McD Dago...huhuhu...such a memorable place... from thsi dinner i know that he really like water..hehehe... during dinner, we also chat a lot, even i'm still a bit quite... but still nice...&lt;br /&gt;then, he say he have to go, he stays in a hotel quite far from Dago, and said that he will go back to jakarta the next day... so that was our meeting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, we still message each other by SMS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we loose contact for about a month, when i opened his FS profile and found out that he was seeing someone...hmmm...i just got nothing to say that time... so i just message him and congratulate him on his relationship with this girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about a year later... i was at my campus comp room, checking my email and FS, i saw a new photo on his FS...ohh my god... it was a wedding photograph...yes it was true since i clarified everything to him...&lt;br /&gt;i was really shocked that time, having this kind of news makes me confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that moment i just want to forget him and my obsession... but while i'm trying it became harder and harder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, he's just part of my past... i continued living and loving my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, he's still there...&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-9215934054586492285?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9215934054586492285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=9215934054586492285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/9215934054586492285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/9215934054586492285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-was-my-obsessionpart-ii.html' title='He was My Obsession...Part II'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-1922936229345505470</id><published>2008-02-20T08:49:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:59:48.333+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poets'/><title type='text'>Til we meet again</title><content type='html'>At last we meet again&lt;br /&gt;Even only for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share some stories&lt;br /&gt;seems you are happy with your new life now&lt;br /&gt;I haven't start mine&lt;br /&gt;but, I hope I will be as happy as you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've prepared something for you but I guess it isn't the right time&lt;br /&gt;so I'll save it for later&lt;br /&gt;for the right moment&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so, til we meet again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-1922936229345505470?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1922936229345505470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=1922936229345505470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/1922936229345505470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/1922936229345505470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/til-we-meet-again.html' title='Til we meet again'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-5608815747373335451</id><published>2008-02-15T00:02:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:06:43.071+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>He was my obsession...</title><content type='html'>It all started when i was in my second year of senior high school. it started when i see my chair mate’s cell phone. there was an interesting name in the phonebook. his name was Troy. a unique name i guess. then i saved his number. i didn’t do anything to the number for weeks. one day i really have nothing to do and opened my phone book, then i found his number. a silly thought come to my mind. yes, i’m going to give him a missed called...Hahahaha....after several times i did that. comes one SMS. it’s him, he texted, “hi, who’s this? sorry i don’t have your number in my phone book...” so i replied, “hi, this is Zaza, i got your number from a friend, you are Troy (not his real name), right?”... “Yes, nice to know you then...hmmm, i don’t really like SMSs, why don’t we just use emails, we then we can share pics, how bout it? here’s my email troya@yahoo.com (not his real email either)”....”Okay, mine is aziska_06@yahoo.com”...  “don’t forget to send me ur pic...”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that’s how it all started, that evening i called him and had a little chat. recently i know that he just graduated from college in electrical engineering from ITB, the best institute of techonology in Indonesia. Woowww...that was my dream campus...and knowing him encourages me more to study there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days later we started to send emails to each other. it was always nice long emails, with our daily stories, our backgrounds and fun stuffs to share. those years was really great for me. to have some one to share with, after along time having no company. he was always nice and cheerful. but, the emails becomes seldom, just once in weeks. that’s when he started to get a job. i was really happy that he got his first job, eventhough it wasn’t his dream job. those days, i felt that he likes me, even when we never met each other. he always come around, anytime in my life, stays in my heart for along time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was one of the reason why i decided to go to ITB to continue my studies that time, and i never regret that decision of mine... he was always been my supporter, he gives me a lot of supports and spirit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during our three years cyber relationship, we never met. we just sent SMS, emails and call each other. until one afternoon, he messages me. saying “Za, i’m in bandung now, can we meet? i really wanted to see you personally...” okay, i’m like, SHOCKED!! after years, this time comes. that was my first year of college. but i said, the weather is too hot outside and i don’t wanna go alone, so he said “why don’t u ask ur friend to accompany you” but there’s like no one wanting to go on a hot afternon like that... so i gave up, and didn’t meet him...OOOUUUGGGHHH...that’s sucks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-5608815747373335451?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5608815747373335451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=5608815747373335451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5608815747373335451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5608815747373335451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-was-my-obsession.html' title='He was my obsession...'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-3930754918977672602</id><published>2008-01-30T06:23:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:00:10.596+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>When a Man Lost a Women; a Novel by Ita Sembiring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/R5-6WjnJHuI/AAAAAAAAABM/0-ni51Gobus/s1600-h/24012008446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/R5-6WjnJHuI/AAAAAAAAABM/0-ni51Gobus/s200/24012008446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161048594669182690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice book, it has poets in the beginning of every chapter..these are my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tetapi...coba tanyakan padanya, mengapa sudi dipecundangi cinta. Yakinlah, laki-laki itu pasti tertawa. Menertawakan pertanyaanmu yang dianggapnya bodoh, lalu bekata, 'Kalau kau pernah mengecap cinta, kau tak akan pernah bertanya.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Palingkanlah matamu daripadaku, sebab aku menjadi bingung karenanya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seperti makanan enak-enak yang disajikan kepada mulut terkatup, demikianlah pesajian yang di tempatkan diatas kubur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jangan menyerahkan kepada kesedihan, dan jangan pula menyiksa dirimu dengan disengaja."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Karena mereka tidak dapat tidur bila tidak berbuat jahat. Kantuk mereka lenyap bila mereka tidak membuat orang tersandung."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Air yang banyak tak dapat memadamkan cinta, sungai-sungai tak dapat menghanyutkannya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ceritakanlah kepadaku, jantung hatiku, di mana Kakanda menggembalakan domba, di mana kakanda membiarkan domba-domba berbaring pada malam hari."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-3930754918977672602?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3930754918977672602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=3930754918977672602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/3930754918977672602'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-7335845997199138411</id><published>2008-01-29T07:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:59:29.388+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poets'/><title type='text'>Saya Bukan Manusia Sempurna</title><content type='html'>ya, hanya itu yang dapat saya ucapkan saat ini&lt;br /&gt;saat orang - orang menuntut kesempurnaan dari saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya tidak bisa focus pada satu hal, saya akan melakukan banyak hal, banyak rencana dalam satu waktu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya punya mimpi besar tentang hidup saya 5 - 10 tahun lagi. hanya mereka yang mengerti saya yang bisa memahami nya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mereka yang tidak, hanya akan bilang, "ah, gak usah muluk - muluk" tapi bagi saya ini sebuah keinginan untuk jadi lebih baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya selalu berpikir, banyak hal yang bisa saya perbuat untuk orang2 yang telah mengisi hidup saya, hanya yang ada sedikit kesempatan untuk mewujudkannya. hidup terus berlanjut, gak mudah untuk melalui nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi ini hanya sebuah pernyataan, bukan perlawanan, hanya bercerita, bukan menyebar berita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-7335845997199138411?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7335845997199138411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=7335845997199138411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7335845997199138411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7335845997199138411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/saya-bukan-manusia-sempurna.html' title='Saya Bukan Manusia Sempurna'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-5367949607849903995</id><published>2008-01-28T07:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:52:23.913+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Big Girls Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>by Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your skin lingers on me now&lt;br /&gt;You're probably on your flight back to your home town&lt;br /&gt;I need some shelter of my own protection baby&lt;br /&gt;To be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path that I'm walking&lt;br /&gt;I must go alone&lt;br /&gt;I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?&lt;br /&gt;And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the little school mate in the school yard&lt;br /&gt;We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your best friend and you'll be my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if you want to&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to hold yours too&lt;br /&gt;We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds&lt;br /&gt;But it's time for me to go home&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late, dark outside&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Da Da Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupz...we do not cry in front of alot of people..&lt;br /&gt;we just need a time alone and have our own time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-5367949607849903995?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-2479163169734121368</id><published>2008-01-28T06:35:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:09:40.680+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poets'/><title type='text'>Kangen kalian semua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/R50WZjnJHtI/AAAAAAAAABE/D5lEIP-MpCc/s1600-h/24012008437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/R50WZjnJHtI/AAAAAAAAABE/D5lEIP-MpCc/s200/24012008437.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160305376348413650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kangen suasananya...&lt;br /&gt;Kangen gelak tawanya&lt;br /&gt;Kangen becandaannya&lt;br /&gt;kangen jalan - jalannya&lt;br /&gt;kangen cerita - ceritanya&lt;br /&gt;Kangen kebiasaan kita&lt;br /&gt;menjelajahi kampus tercinta&lt;br /&gt;mencari 'pemandangan' yang menyejukkan mata&lt;br /&gt;dan hati kita&lt;br /&gt;Bahagia, tawa, canda dan duka&lt;br /&gt;Yang telah kita lalui bersama...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-2479163169734121368?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2479163169734121368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=2479163169734121368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2479163169734121368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='my life'/><title type='text'>One of the Toughest Part in Life: Finding the Right Job</title><content type='html'>Well, this journey starts at a part of my life where i was on my final year of college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, it was when the career service team of SBM starts to tell us to start to figure out where we're going to work when we graduate, what short of job we really want and all that kind of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my journey starts when i applied for P&amp;G, i think it was in the beginning of 2006. i did all the things that i should do, but the internet in ITB was so lame and pathetic, so it made things worser... in this first journey, I FAILED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i can't really remember which one was the second.&lt;br /&gt;during those times i was always applying for nearly all job offered by the SBM Career Service. Until the time on July 2007 when they held the 1st SBM's Career Fair. I applied to 10 companies out of 12 (i guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i always checked my SBM email and apply for the companies that interest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about a month before my graduation ceremony, there was an email notification that i am eligible to follow recruitment process in two companies, Brittish American Tobacco ands Garudafood. After struggling for 2 long days, eventually I FAILED AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the fasting month, i got a really surprising call from one of my dream company, BANK MANDIRI. for this one i flew miles away from Pekanbaru to Jakarta. I got a bit lucky this time. I pass the first tests, which was TOEFL test. But I FAILED on the second test, Apptitude Test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a about two weeks after my graduation ceremony, i got a notification from HSBC. WOOOOWWW... i was so thrilled that time. i followed the test, but at the moment i already know that I'M FAILING. well, it came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, if i'm not forgotten, was a futures excahnge company in Pekanbaru. it wasn't a big company, but they also DID'NT ACCEPT ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i applied for english teacher post in LBPP LIA. that time i was really counting on this one. but, unfortunately i failed on the 4th test...ohh..daammn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i move on to get more application...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a call from PT Fastfood Indonesia a.k.a KFC, i did the interview, but haven't heard anything from them since then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one would be, one of the biggest media group in Indonesia, MNC. for this one i also flew miles away from home...it was a really exhausting 1 day test. the next day i know I FAIL Again! FYI, in this recruitment process, there were 11,000 applicants, +/- 1,000 was called for test, and finally there will only be 30 people hired...wooww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...i really have no clue where this journey will end. i just can keep on hoping, praying, and believing, that Allah has prepared a really great place for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-4487343668105326593?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4487343668105326593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=4487343668105326593' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/4487343668105326593'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cinta datang&lt;br /&gt;Cinta pergi&lt;br /&gt;Ia berlalu sesuka hati&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ia selalu mengisi ruang kosong di relung hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk keluarga &lt;br /&gt;Untuk sahabat&lt;br /&gt;Untuk kekasih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta selalu disini&lt;br /&gt;Memberi warna hari–hari…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pekanbaru, Desember 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-3920621305448952223?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3920621305448952223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=3920621305448952223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Ya, aku pernah mencintainya dengan sepenuh hatiku…&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun pernah membencinya dengan segenap jiwaku…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang,&lt;br /&gt;Semua itu hilang&lt;br /&gt;Tiada beban&lt;br /&gt;Tiada perasaan berlebihan&lt;br /&gt;Kami hanya berteman&lt;br /&gt;Berbagi pesan, &lt;br /&gt;Kesan&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa dendam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini terasa lebih menyenangkan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pekanbaru, November 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-8462559296508366756?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8462559296508366756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=8462559296508366756' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Ada</title><content type='html'>by D'Cinnamons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jauh hari ku merasa,&lt;br /&gt;kau pasti nant adi milikku&lt;br /&gt;Tlah terjadi semuanya, kuyakin kau nanti disisiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak peduli apa kata yang lain, hati ini hanya ingin dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kini maafkanlah&lt;br /&gt;kuterlanjur ingini, terlanjur sayangi&lt;br /&gt;Semua yang ada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudikah kau terima, ku terlanjur ingini&lt;br /&gt;Terlanjur sayangi, semua yang ada...&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuterima putusanmu, tak akan, &lt;br /&gt;ku takkan menyesal&lt;br /&gt;Kuakui kupaksakan,&lt;br /&gt;ku bukan manusia sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Tak peduli apa kata yang lain&lt;br /&gt;Hati ini hanya ingin dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kini maafkanlah&lt;br /&gt;kuterlanjur ingini, terlanjur sayangi&lt;br /&gt;Semua yang ada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudikah kau terima, ku terlanjur ingini&lt;br /&gt;Terlanjur sayangi, semua yang ada...&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, andaikan kubisa&lt;br /&gt;berplaing dari dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, lemas hati ini jika aku harus memilih lagi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;This song represent my feelings now...&lt;br /&gt;it's for someone who has filled my days fro the past year...&lt;br /&gt;miss u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-5036972407232226034?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5036972407232226034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=5036972407232226034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/R2fLSPRUBHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EzD3pqsV5c4/s1600-h/Image(111).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/R2fLSPRUBHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EzD3pqsV5c4/s320/Image(111).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145304613491311730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;langit mendung&lt;br /&gt;membuatku termenung&lt;br /&gt;berpikir, kapan cuaca mendung ini akan berubah cerah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kata orang, mendung itu tak selalu kelabu&lt;br /&gt;benar, di balik sebuah wajah mendung dan sendu&lt;br /&gt;ada sebersit cahaya, sebuah senyum malu&lt;br /&gt;sebentuk harapan, cinta dan cita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senyum itu terpancar dari hatinya yg indah&lt;br /&gt;dari hatinya yang bersih&lt;br /&gt;cahaya matanya &lt;br /&gt;menyiratkan semangat besar&lt;br /&gt;hidup akan terus berjalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaupun hujan badai menghadang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah hujan&lt;br /&gt;langit kembali indah&lt;br /&gt;cerah&lt;br /&gt;bahkan terkadang penuh warna,&lt;br /&gt;ada sebentuk pelangi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memberi warna baru di hatiku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-6621121609741796528?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6621121609741796528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=6621121609741796528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6621121609741796528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/6621121609741796528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/mendung.html' title='mendung'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/R2fLSPRUBHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EzD3pqsV5c4/s72-c/Image(111).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-898096352431104740</id><published>2007-11-26T10:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:55:35.376+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>The Best Birthday Present...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/R0pF_Pn1qtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IN8DXq7gGFM/s1600-h/27102007236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/R0pF_Pn1qtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IN8DXq7gGFM/s320/27102007236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136995277797173970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After living in this world for more than 21 years old, I feel that I know which birthday has the most happiness and gratitude…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, in the 21st year of my life I really felt that Allah SWT has given me all the blessings and love, all circumstances that had made me stronger and wiser in facing life… Alhamdulillah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are some things that I think was the best present that Allah gave to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my wonderful family, they are the one that always gave me all the motivations and spirit in my life.. I really love every one of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I have a lot of lovely and great friends, where I can share anything and feel all the cry and happiness…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one will be my graduation on the 27th of October 2007.. Allah SWT has given me all health and patience to have done all the assignments, jobs, and finally the final project to finish my undergraduate studies.. Through those three years, I’ve learned a lot of knew things.. Yes, those years was one of the best year in my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last would be having an opportunity to have celebrated my 21st birthday with my family, because it has been 3 years that I spent my birthday with my friends.. Not that it wasn’t special, those birthdays was also really special for me.. Those birthdays has different gladness compared to my 21st…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah! Thanks Allah, for all your love and blessings…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-898096352431104740?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/898096352431104740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=898096352431104740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/898096352431104740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/898096352431104740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2007/11/best-birthday-present.html' title='The Best Birthday Present...'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/R0pF_Pn1qtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IN8DXq7gGFM/s72-c/27102007236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-7237047641489093976</id><published>2007-08-07T20:17:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:03:51.080+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah...</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya tugas akhir gw selesai dengan perjuangan yang cukup melelahkan...(=&lt;br /&gt;mengerjakan tugas akhir sementara harus kuliah dengan jadwal yang padat emang berat, tapi Alhamdulillah gw berhasil menjalani nya dengan cukup baik (didn't i?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus akhirnya kemaren gw ngejalanin sidang tugas akhir gw...&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah semua berjalan lancar...&lt;br /&gt;and thank god i've got an A....=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua ini merupakan sebuah akhir dari masa kuliah gw di SBM...&lt;br /&gt;tapi gw harap ini merupakan awal dari perjalanan yang menyenangkan dan penuh kesuksesan di masa yang akan datang, amin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-7237047641489093976?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7237047641489093976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=7237047641489093976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7237047641489093976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/7237047641489093976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah...'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-3069269225915673298</id><published>2007-07-01T22:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:04:39.270+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poets'/><title type='text'>Hi There Dear....</title><content type='html'>Hi there dear...&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long time since the last time you knocked at my door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there dear...&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long time since the last time you greet me "hello"&lt;br /&gt;and of course it has been so long since you asked "How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then,&lt;br /&gt;I have been wondering...&lt;br /&gt;"Where have you been?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept missing your smile...&lt;br /&gt;The way you greet me...."dear"&lt;br /&gt;The way you have supported me along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now,&lt;br /&gt;I will keep praying that someday you will come&lt;br /&gt;knocking on that door again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now,&lt;br /&gt;you just have to know&lt;br /&gt;that there will always be&lt;br /&gt;an empty space in my heart&lt;br /&gt;for you to fill in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there dear...&lt;br /&gt;it has been a long time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-3069269225915673298?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3069269225915673298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=3069269225915673298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/3069269225915673298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/3069269225915673298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi-there-dear.html' title='Hi There Dear....'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-5786286833413313718</id><published>2007-05-07T21:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:56:15.539+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Bagiin Kuesioner...</title><content type='html'>Jadi ceritanya gw udah mulai Tugas akhir nih (sejak akhir semester kemaren) dan untuk nyelesein tugas akhir gw itu gw make metode penyebaran kuesioner...&lt;br /&gt;jadilah tiap hari jumat, sabtu, minggu dalam tiga minggu terakhir ini gw bagiin kuesioner di tempat penelitian gw yang kebetulan sebuah supermarket yang ada di Bandung...&lt;br /&gt;jadi udah jelaskan kalo gw bakal berhadapan dengan banyak ibu-ibu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penglaman mengajarkan gw bahwa tampang galak bukan berarti galak atau bakal nolak diintain tolong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas nyebarin kuesioner ini gw banyak mengalami penolakan...&lt;br /&gt;mulai dari alasan klise seperti "'maaf mbak, saya lagi buru-buru nih..."...sampe "aduh mbak, maaf saya pusing liat pertanyaannya..." sampe ada juga yang bilang "waduh...kuesioner ya?? saya lagi males nih..."&lt;br /&gt;rasanya saat itu pengen banget maki-maki tuh orang...&lt;br /&gt;gak tau apa gw udah berdiri muter-muter disitu 3 jam....pegel tau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan yang perlu gw syukuri sekarang....&lt;br /&gt;bagiin kuesioner nya sudah selesai...&lt;br /&gt;mudah2an datanya valid dan reliable&lt;br /&gt;jadi gw gak harus ngulang lagi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-5786286833413313718?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5786286833413313718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=5786286833413313718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5786286833413313718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/5786286833413313718'/><link rel='alternate' 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&gt;Aku yang memikirkan&lt;br /&gt;Namun aku tak banyak berharap&lt;br /&gt;Kau membuat waktuku tersita&lt;br /&gt;Dengan angan tentangmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mencoba lupakan&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ku tak bisa, mengapa....&lt;br /&gt;Oh...mungkin aku bermimpi&lt;br /&gt;Menginginkan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Untuk ada disini menemaniku&lt;br /&gt;Oh...mungkinkah kau&lt;br /&gt;yang jadi kekasih sejatiku&lt;br /&gt;Semoga tak sekedar harapku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila, Kau tak manjadi milikku&lt;br /&gt;Aku takkan menyesal telah jatuh hati...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-4329855429307740974?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4329855429307740974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-3792252847520326296</id><published>2007-01-25T09:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:04:58.648+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>can't get him out of my head</title><content type='html'>well, i dunno why but i just can't get him outta my head! the more i try to forget him, the more he comes to my dreams and thoughts. he was not always around, but it seems like he is always on my way in everything. there are times when i missed sharing with him, chatting with him, and meeting him once in a while...&lt;br /&gt;i just keep imagining him in my life even just as a friend (because i know he has someone beside him now)...&lt;br /&gt;these days i dream to work with him in the same company...i hope it can happen someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just can't help my self to see his profile and photos in FS, and it is just to make my heart happy...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just can't help my self to send him an SMS...just to greet him hello...and be very greatful when he replies it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i think i'm gonna stop tryin' to forget him and just keep him in my heart for a little while...and just let it flow...&lt;br /&gt;he can stay forever or leave when ever he wants to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-3792252847520326296?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3792252847520326296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=3792252847520326296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/3792252847520326296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/3792252847520326296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/cant-get-him-out-of-my-head.html' title='can&apos;t get him out of my head'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-2176793918851420479</id><published>2007-01-18T09:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:56:57.491+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Watching leader in action!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm...judul yang menarik ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;emang ini kegiatan yang menarik...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jadi ceritanya ada satu mata kuliah di SBM, Leadership, yang ngasih tugas ke kita-kita buat ngikutin seorang pemimpin di perusahaan-perusahaan besar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;setelah sempat terkatung-katung beberapa lama (alias gak tau mau "ngikutin" siapa), gw ama temen gw andien dikirim ke Coca Cola Bottling Indonesia (CCBI) di Cibitung....Nemuin National Supply Chain Manager di situ, namanya Pak Bambang Setiawan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was a good leader, he can give good supervision to his subordinates to achieve the company's goal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;menurut anak buahnya sih dia ini orangnya kebapakan, jadi dia selalu ngebelain anak buahnya yang salah dan mengakui itu sebagai kesalahannya ke atasannya. tapi ini juga jadi kekurangannya dia, jadinya anak buahnya gak biasa menanggung akibat dari kesalahan2nya...walaupun dia tetep negur dan ngasih peringatan ke anak buahnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selain itu dia orangnya sangat Task Oriented, tapi People nya tetep bagus...he can maintain good relationship with his peers and subordinates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pesan dia buat kita-kita calon leader masa depan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Work Smart, don't just work hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Have Competence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Have the ability to develop people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well actually I am really hoping that one day I could be a great Leader....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for myself, my organization, my country....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-2176793918851420479?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2176793918851420479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=2176793918851420479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2176793918851420479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/2176793918851420479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/watching-leader-in-action.html' title='Watching leader in action!'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-116581364253614104</id><published>2006-12-11T12:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:57:26.154+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>waktu yang bergulir....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm…. Rasanya waktu cepet banget berlalu….&lt;br /&gt;Kayaknya baru kemaren aja aku lulus SMA, baru kemaren sibuk belajar mati-matian buat ujian-ujian akhir SMA, dan tes masuk kuliah, baru kemaren ngumpul rame-rame di depan kelas sambil ngeliatin temen2 cowok yang oke…hehehehe….baru kemaren juga rasanya latihan pol-polan buat English day, yang akhirnya bikin kelasku juara 1 tiga kali berturut-turut…seneng banget rasanya inget masa-masa itu…rasanya semuanya bener-bener ngangenin, jadi pengen balik ke masa-masa itu….jadi kangen rumah….&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm…kangen banget sama masa-masa ngegosip di kelas rame-rame, ngobrolin macem-macem, dari mulai gossip sampe hal-hal gak penting…kadang suka nyanyi-nyanyi bareng, seru deh….terus inget banget saat makan siang pas SMA…hampir semua bawa bekal, jadi makannya saling nyicip gitu deh….those moments were really-really wonderful….&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang aku ada di tempat yang berbeda, di lingkungan yang berbeda, dengan orang-orang baru yang juga berbeda….awalnya semua terasa asing…tapi sekarang aku senang dengan keadaan nya…memang semua berbeda dengan di rumah….tapi banyak hal-hal baru yang aku pelajari disini…semuanya bikin aku banyak belajar, gak cuma pelajaran-pelajaran di kuliah, tapi juga tentang teman, persahabatan, cinta, dan terutama tentang hidup ini seutuhnya….gimana caranya berjuang buat dapetin apa yang kita mau (tapi dengan cara yang bener lho)…gimana caranya nerima kalo orang yang kita sukai itu biasa aja ama kita, bahkan menjauh dan bersama orang lain….gimana menyelesaikan masalah-masalah sehari-hari yang kecil-kecil tapi suka bikin stress sendiri (khususnya kalo tugas-tugas kuliah udah mulai menggila!!!)….atau hal kecil seperti bangun pagi di saat tadi malem baru tidur jam 1 atau jam 2….&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya itu hal-hal yang bener-bener berharga dalam hidup, bikin kita semakin kuat dan termotivasi untuk punya hidup yang lebih baik, untuk jadi orang yang lebih baik dari sebelumnya…..memang gak semuanya menyenangkan bahakan banyak yang menyedihkan, tapi itu yang bikin kita belajar, belajar dan belajar lagi untuk masa depan kita yang masih jauh membentang…&lt;br /&gt;Bener banget, waktu cepat berlalu….semuanya berubah secara perlahan, orang-orang di sekitar kita, lingkungan, teknologi, bahkan diri kita sendiri…..&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang aku disini duduk di depan computer ini…merenungi masa depanku sendiri….akan jadi apa aku nanti? Bahagiakah? Siapa yang akan ada disana bersamaku? Seperti apa hidupku nanti? Aku juga hanya bisa berkhayal, membayangkan sebuah masa depan yang indah….tapi hanya sampai di situ, selain itu aku hanya bisa terus berusaha untuk mencapainya dan yang pasti gak lupa terus berdoa pada Allah SWT….Semoga semua berjalan dengan baik dan lancar…. Amin…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-116581364253614104?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116581364253614104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=116581364253614104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/116581364253614104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/116581364253614104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/waktu-yang-bergulir_11.html' title='waktu yang bergulir....'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-115996657443224921</id><published>2006-10-04T19:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:57:52.995+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>sebentar lagi aku 20 tahun....</title><content type='html'>hari ini tanggal 4 oktober 2006...&lt;br /&gt;berarti tinggal 1 hari lagi menjelang ulang tahun gw...&lt;br /&gt;deg deg an banget nih...&lt;br /&gt;soalnya pada hari itu umur gw bakal berubah jadi kepala 2....huuuuaaaaaa.......&lt;br /&gt;this mean i have bigger responsibility to my life....&lt;br /&gt;i have to face more problems by my self in the future....&lt;br /&gt;ya Allah semoga dengan bertambahnya usiaku ini... &lt;br /&gt;aku akan menjadi orang yang lebih baik, berguna bagi orang-orang di sekitarku...&lt;br /&gt;juga aku sangat berharap agar aku lebih bahagia menjalani hidupku ini...&lt;br /&gt;semoga segala cita-cita dan harapan-harapan ku dapat tercapai...&lt;br /&gt;amiiin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-115996657443224921?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115996657443224921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=115996657443224921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/115996657443224921'/><link 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temen2 sekelas gw yang ngambil mata kuliah Leadership jalan-jalan...&lt;br /&gt;terdengar menyenangkan? bisa iya bisa nggak...&lt;br /&gt;soalnya ke maribaya nya kita ber 9 jalan kaki....hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;kita berangkat dari SBM sekitar jam 9 pagi, terus kita di turunin di dago bengkok, disitu kita di bagi jadi dua kelompok. gw bareng Andin, Lya, Benny, Arde....&lt;br /&gt;jalan yang kita tempuh penuh rintangan...tanjakan nya itu lho parah banget....ada banyak, curam lagi...&lt;br /&gt;di tengah perjalanan gw sempet ngerasa udah gak sanggup lagi dan pengen berhenti...tapi gw mikirin teman2 gw, kasihan kalo tim nya gak lengkap pas nyampe tujuan, nilai nya bakal kurang....akhirnya karena di semangatin terus ama temen2 sekelompok gw...akhirnya gw semangat lagi...jalan terus walaupun ngos-ngosan...&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya kita nyampe di Maribaya sekitar jam 1/2 12...disitu kita dikasih penjelasan tentang apa yang udah kita lakuin...&lt;br /&gt;abis itu kita makan siang di Brebes, Lembang, trus dalam perjalanan pulang kita beli es mambo..mmmmm yummy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-115880717228924488?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115880717228924488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=115880717228924488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/115880717228924488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/115880717228924488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/maribayahere-i-come.html' title='Maribaya...here i come!'/><author><name>Aziza 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-115857799162874114?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115857799162874114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=115857799162874114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/115857799162874114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/115857799162874114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/bertahan.html' title='Bertahan'/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-115857776453885358</id><published>2006-09-18T18:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:06:30.277+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poets'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aku gak tahu harus merasa apa...&lt;br /&gt;sedih atau bahagia...&lt;br /&gt;ketika orang yang pernah mengisi hidupku bahkan hatiku...&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi milik orang lain...&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah ku sedih atau bahagia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-115857776453885358?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115857776453885358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=115857776453885358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/115857776453885358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17014668/posts/default/115857776453885358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/2006/09/aku-gak-tahu-harus-merasa-apa.html' title=''/><author><name>Aziza Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14064423151657233884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jTsaNoJWHJ4/S_8wV3Mn24I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mt7Y3u94j30/S220/Picture+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17014668.post-115410064154992436</id><published>2006-07-28T22:23:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:06:54.703+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Libur tlah tiba....</title><content type='html'>akhirnya...&lt;br /&gt;setelah lebih kurang 2 bulan hanya bisa ngeliat orang-orang liburan...&lt;br /&gt;setelah lebih kurang 2 bulan ngisi hari-hari dengan kuliah semester pendek yang itu-itu aja (bikin bosen!)....&lt;br /&gt;setelah lebih kurang 2 bulan sibuk dengan tugas-tugas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiba saatnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBURAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe...seneng banget bisa libur juga...&lt;br /&gt;cape' banget kuliah terus...&lt;br /&gt;tapi giliran libur, bingung mau ngapain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liburan kali ini (seperti liburan-liburan sebelumnya sih...)&lt;br /&gt;aku pulang ke pekanbaru, kota tercinta...&lt;br /&gt;di rumah bingung mau ngapain, paling-paling nonton tivi, baca novel, tidur, makan, sesekali jalan-jalan, sesekali olahraga, yah paling gitu-gitu aja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang bikin seneng Insya Allah 2 minggu lagi aku bakal berangkat umrah...&lt;br /&gt;mudah2an aja semua lancar, jadi aku bisa beribadah dengan tenang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17014668-115410064154992436?l=awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awonderfuljourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115410064154992436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17014668&amp;postID=115410064154992436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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