<?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-1767158413918089599</id><updated>2011-12-02T17:41:26.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Bubbling &amp; The Way Things Look To Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Just sharing my view or piece of mind on what's going on in my life or what have been disturbing my mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-6931889986673422702</id><published>2010-03-07T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T03:13:08.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot for the Stars :)</title><content type='html'>When we first lose someone it is an unbearable shock that's hard to believe. Once the shock wears off the grief swoops in and can sometimes make us feel as if we can't even breathe. Grief is a monster that we can't kill or tame all at once. We need to accept that that footprint will always be there, but as the weeks and months go by the grief does die down a little at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we lose a loved one, in the beginning it is about getting through the day. That period referred as "the beginning" and it doesn't end all at once. Its ending is more suitably described as "slowly fading". Even as we cannot imagine moving on, we do; because each day comes and goes, and here we still are, going through the motions and getting through each of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had come to the realization that it takes quite long period before it feels as if we are really ourselves. With each day that passes, I move further from that shock and grief, so I don’t feel the same several months later as I do in the beginning. It is a gradual fading, but what I found was that the grief remained painfully close to the surface far longer than I once imagined it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What always helped me was that "get-through-each-day" thinking that seemed to come naturally. I gave myself permission to not think about the grief or the person if at all possible. I told myself that the person I loved would understand if I had to wait for a while before thinking about him. I reminded myself that I had the rest of my life to think about this person, and that my main objective at the time was to get through each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminding yourself that your loved one would want you to do what it takes to get through the grief can help. I am sure that as a person with full passion for life, he wouldn’t happy to see my stuck in dreadful grief.  I realize that if I don't think about him for a while it doesn't mean I’ll forget him, aren't grieving, or didn't love him. Difficult as it is to believe when we have just lost someone, we all just keep moving on, whether or not we want to, and whether or not we appear to be. If you ask how to get through your days, rather than ask how to move on, time will move you on, and your heart will tell you when to take another step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to believe that when we have just lost someone, we all just keep moving on, whether we want to or not, and whether or not we appear to be. If you ask how to get through your days, rather than ask how to move on, the answer is time will move you on, and your heart will tell you when to take another step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my loved one on last October and I am thinking about him almost all the time. But what's difference is now i can think about him and smile, laugh or even tell stories about him. I am no longer in grief, tears or bad dreams. I am trying to move on and shooting for the stars, looking forward and make him proud of me. I've looked at love and lost at both sides now. There is no right or wrong on this matter because it's different for every person and there are different ways to see things, every one has to experience it to know the answer and the experiences will shape how people view life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Something's lost when he's gone but something's gained in living every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If I ever meet him again, I'll held my head up high and I'll have so much more to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If I ever meet him again, I'll hold him close and I'll never let him go away.&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &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/1767158413918089599-6931889986673422702?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/6931889986673422702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=6931889986673422702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/6931889986673422702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/6931889986673422702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2010/03/shoot-for-stars.html' title='Shoot for the Stars :)'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-5696700128794617157</id><published>2009-12-29T02:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:25:04.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climate Shame</title><content type='html'>The world leaders have failed us. The so called Copenhagen Accord is just another toothless non binding deal many will not be satisfied with on either side of the climate change debate, but it’ll have to do for now. The Copenhagen Accord offers money from developed countries to help developing countries to cope and adapt with global warming while the developed countries offer nothing but pie crust promise. It also sets a target of limiting temperature rises to a maximum 1.5 Celsius degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environmentalists and policymakers showed disappointment at the outcome of COP15. The criticism include the not legally binding status of the Accord, it also drafted by only five countries, there is no guarantee of the climate fund and technology transferred and this accord is not a new treaty to replace the Kyoto Protocol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite overwhelming scientific evidence and massive support from all over the world, world leaders chose national political self-interest over the fate of the future and failed to resolve the issues. While this deal cannot be judged as a success, it is impossible to be without hope and cooperation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-5696700128794617157?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/5696700128794617157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=5696700128794617157' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/5696700128794617157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/5696700128794617157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2009/12/climate-shame.html' title='Climate Shame'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-8655436332416852991</id><published>2009-12-14T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:51:02.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climate change for beginners</title><content type='html'>The effects of climate change are ready noticeable in every part of the world and it will increase further. These changes have serious risk for our life. Climate change can jeopardize our life because it’s impact to water supply, food production, health and the potential trigger to social and also economic crises. It may have catastrophic results. This is not a new thing since the greenhouse gases and global warming issues have become the number one threat for everyone on the world nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is proven that a rise of CO2 leads to global warming. The concentration of CO2 in the atmosphere is increasing because of emissions caused by human. The CO2 concentration has risen to 390 ppm. And that’s why we need to keep it below 350 ppm.  We cant stop the warming effects of greenhouse gases but the least we can do is reducing the effects so we will have more time to fix what we’ve done to the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negative effects of global warming would impose to humankind. The consequences are the rising sea levels because of the melted ice due to the warmer weather; extremes weather events such as floods, storms, extreme rain falls and heat waves; loss of flora and fauna; the spread of infectious diseases increased and economic social changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/SyYKZukuiqI/AAAAAAAAADw/vnQqtvNxEWM/s1600-h/IMG_9756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/SyYKZukuiqI/AAAAAAAAADw/vnQqtvNxEWM/s320/IMG_9756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415027039074683554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further action needs to focus on the impact of climate change on humankind, as well as on reducing the impacts of human activity on climate change. This should include developing the potential alternatives of energy, sustainable development in farming and agriculture, taking precautionary approaches and legally binding global policy that should encourage every country to take actions and responsibility towards climate change. We need to be united in this effort because the potential dangers of climate change are too great to ignore. It is time we put together all our resources to prevent more impact humankind. It is what the world leaders should agreed on in Copenhagen because survival is not negotiable. But it is not going to be that easy. In the end, it is always about money. There are too many ideas and just a few implementations because none wants to take responsibility without getting something back. The delegates are pointing at each other about who’s to blame and who have to be responsible. It is just going to be another deadlock. It is going to be another framework and no legally binding global policy. Bla bla bla and BLAH. But I am hoping for the best because everything starts with a plan and a dream. At least, I have one thing in common with John Lennon. We’re both a dreamer and I know we’re not the only two here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-8655436332416852991?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/8655436332416852991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=8655436332416852991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/8655436332416852991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/8655436332416852991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2009/12/climate-change-for-beginners.html' title='Climate change for beginners'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/SyYKZukuiqI/AAAAAAAAADw/vnQqtvNxEWM/s72-c/IMG_9756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-5352128726504646161</id><published>2009-12-14T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:41:13.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning smelly smoke into money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/SyYHVdvkaVI/AAAAAAAAADo/cdm8wOPAklA/s1600-h/IMG_9953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/SyYHVdvkaVI/AAAAAAAAADo/cdm8wOPAklA/s320/IMG_9953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415023667302394194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Developed countries like Denmark, Germany, Australia and some other countries have been implementing emission reduction and going green on their program and it even become parts of their government program to support the economy. Well, this is not a new thing since the greenhouse gases and global warming issues have become the number one threat for everyone on the world. And what about Indonesia? Does Indonesia already take a part as well in this matter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got news for everybody. Yes, Indonesia finally did something with helping the environment, developing the economy and technology as well as building a new direction in Indonesia pathway. Talking about a carbon dioxide (CO2) purification factory in Cilegon, Banten owned by PT Resources Jaya Teknik Management Indonesia (PT RMI) which become the first carbon purification factory in Asia. PT RMI Krakatau Karbonindo (RMI-KK), had build the factory in Special Economic Industry Zone, Cilegon, West Java. The factory officially opened in 13 June 2009 and had started the operations since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This project requires big investments with US$ 6.5 million for equipments and US$ 3 million for factory. RMI-KK also planning on building another two factories on 2010, with total investment of US$ 12 million on each factory.  Mr. Rohmad Hadiwijoyo, the President Director of the Company, dares to spend such fantastic amount of investment and already did the calculation of profit and loss carefully and with full of attention. According to him, this “turning smelly smoke into money” business can provide double benefits. It is not only making money out of it, but also supporting environment sustainability through cleaning the greenhouse gases.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What the company does is catch, absorb, filter and cleaned the carbon waste into pure liquid CO2. The carbon waste comes from the smoke waste of PT Krakatau Steel. The process is the CO2 gas is squeezed to eliminate the moisture then transferred to filter to remove the foreign particles and any odors. After that, the gas is placed into water scrubber unit to dry and free the gas from sulfur dioxide (SO2). The gas become hot and need spend some time to cooling it down, soon after it cooled, the gas put into compressor to be condensed into solid form. Next step is, the solid form gas placed into purification unit to be then cooled down again and melted. The liquid CO2 is finally formed and the product is packed into special tanks with capacity of 220 meter cubic. There are numbers of buyers waiting start from carbonate drink manufacturer, sugar factory, food companies and fisheries industry. Liquid CO2 used mainly for whitening sugar, dry ice, mixed into carbonate drink as raw material and sterilize bacteria and fungi from food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The differences between this pure liquid CO2 and the general liquid CO2 which been existed in the market is that the general liquid CO2 still using natural oil as its raw material while this environment friendly product using factory smoke waste as its raw material and the price is much cheaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a big market potential for this product since the demand for purified CO2 nowadays can up to 250 ton per day. PT RMI-KK is currently able to produce 3 tons per hour or 72 tons per day. Due to this condition, the factory capacity will be improved to 18 tons per hour. Instead of that, RMI-KK will also maximize the raw material stock into 9 tons per hour. But it will be adjusted to the demand of purified CO2 in Indonesia. It supposed to get the benefits of the clean development mechanism (CDM), which is been adjusted, with Kyoto Protocol. For them who have implemented CDM will earn carbon credit certification which then can be traded. But since the project already built and worked, they cannot get the credit but the company already signed a MoU with Union Engineering and ArcoDiet from Denmark just last Saturday on Green Bright Exhibition on Forum, Copenhagen. The signing was witnessed by Mr. Abdul Rahman Salah, Indonesian Ambassador for Denmark, and Mr. Jarl Rrijs-Madsen, Danish Under secretary for Trade and Investment. The companies will work together on developing this on going project and a new project on tobacco industry in developing Dry Ice Expanded Tobacco (DIET) plan which also will be build on the same site in Cilegon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a breakthrough for tobacco industry since RMI-KK will be the first non-tobacco industry company who will start this project. They will expand the tobacco volume with liquid pure CO2 and make healthier cigarettes, which fulfilled the new standard sets by WHO. Which require a lower nicotine, tar and CO level on a cigarette. RMI-KK is not only helping the environment and making money, but also saving smoker for a healthier cigarette. Even though it still bad habit to smoke, at least someone finally help with a less harmful way, for the smoker and for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just an example that making money and also helping the environment is possible and we need to have more industries doing similar action to solve the global warming problem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-5352128726504646161?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/5352128726504646161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=5352128726504646161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/5352128726504646161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/5352128726504646161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2009/12/turning-smelly-smoke-into-money.html' title='Turning smelly smoke into money'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/SyYHVdvkaVI/AAAAAAAAADo/cdm8wOPAklA/s72-c/IMG_9953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-2384328628235276302</id><published>2009-12-14T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:38:44.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Tripper, yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/SyX-YxuKe2I/AAAAAAAAACs/QI6mAMPC6yI/s1600-h/IMG_9819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/SyX-YxuKe2I/AAAAAAAAACs/QI6mAMPC6yI/s320/IMG_9819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415013828600167266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah saya mulai perjalanan yang tujuannya agak kabur antara liburan, kerja atau mencari pengalaman yang awalnya adalah dengan cara backpacking, saya bersyukur akhirnya saya merubah rencana backpacking jadi fun budget trip ala Mimi. Saya tetap bawa koper seperti biasa (dengan berat yang berlebih malah hehe) dan memutuskan untuk pindah-pindah dengan duffel bag (selain lebih bagus kalau difoto daripada kalau difoto pakai tas ransel yang besar dan bentuknya kurang photo friendly, saya juga males denger komentar orang-orang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah delay 4 jam di Bandara Soekarno Hatta yang tingkat kenyamanannya NOL besar dan delay lagi 4 jam di Bandara Dubai yang cukup menyenangkan sebetulnya kalau aja saya ga salah gate. Lagi lagi saya nunggu di gate yg salah. Harusnya di gate 222 tapi kan capek udah delay di Jakarta dan duduk 7 jam di pesawat jadi saya duduk manis di gate 202 selama 2 jam sambil liat kiri kanan dan sedikit bingung kenapa yang ke London kok pake baju haji semua atau orang Sudan atau sejenisnya ya. Akhirnya saya bingung (dan panik) akrena seharusnya udah waktunya boarding tapi gate belum dibuka dan setelah liat papan info berkali kali saya sadar kalau yak benar, saya salah gate. Dan dengan segenap usaha saya ngebut dorong trolley ke ujung lain bandara itu karena selisih gatenya cukup jauh. Akhirnya sampai juga di gate yang bener dan duduk manis di pesawat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesawatnya cukup ok tapi saya kesel karena ketiduran dan si pramugari ga bangunin (padahal saya udah temple sticker “please wake me up for meal time”). Dan saya duduk di sebelah mas-mas yang berbau kurang sedap karena dia menguap dengan cara yang ga santai, nafasnya kemana-mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya mendarat di Heathrow dan naik Heathrow Express ke Paddintong dimana saya dijemput oleh temen saya yang paling baik sedunia, Ninda Hippy. Hehe ngga segitu baiknya sih, tapi daripada ngga boleh nebeng lagi apartmen-nya, dipuji aja disini. Anyway, makasih ya Teteh Ninda udah kasih izin untuk titip koper selama saya jalan keliling-keliling (atau lebih tepat makasih udah pasrah ya saya nitip koper :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari London, saya menuju ke Copenhagen untuk ikut COP15 selama 10 hari dan atas kebaikan 350.org dan New Life Copenhagen, saya dikasih fasilitas (lumayan ngirit). Dari airport naik kereta ke Norreport Station dan bingung karena petunjuk jalan kurang ramah turis. Semua ditulis dalam bahasa Denmark dan saya agak ga berbakat baca arah. Jadi karena capek, hujan dan kedinginan, saya duduk aja di halte bus di luar Norreport Station ngeliatin oprang-orang dan lupa kalau sebenernya bisa telfon host parents saya hehehe. Ternyata si duffel bag yang saya bawa semakin lama jadi semakin berat jadi solusinya sebenernya adalah tetep traveling pakai koper dengan roda. Jangan sok petualang kalau emang ga bisa susah hehehe tapi kalau ngga dicoba kan ngga pernah tau rasanya nenteng tas di pundak 3 jam di tengah hujan dan angin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla bla, akhirnya sampai juga di rumah tempat saya nginep selama di Copenhagen. Rumahnya di Gentofte, sekitar 30 menit dari Central. Host parentsnya baik banget tapi kok ngga nawarin saya makan malem ya padahal udah sengaja milih jam dating sekitar jam segitu :p tapi karena capek, jadi langsung  tidur. Hari pertama di Copenhagen adalah jadi turis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/SyX9uoEjhRI/AAAAAAAAACc/u8dK95tbDyA/s1600-h/IMG_9790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/SyX9uoEjhRI/AAAAAAAAACc/u8dK95tbDyA/s320/IMG_9790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415013104455222546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi pagi saya ke Bella Center, venue dari COP15 untuk daftar dan minta travel pass (ini keuntungan dari semua yang dapet badge dari UNFCCC, kita dikasih travel pass selama acara COP15 berlangsung jadi bias manfaatin semua transportasi publik di Copenhagen mulai dari Bus, Metro dan Spoor). Travel pass ini lumayan banget bikin saya ngirit. Yassalam, Denmark mahal banget kalau menurut saya. Untuk ukuran kota yang kurang banyak hiburan dan variasi yang bisa dilihat, saya ngga rela mengeluarkan uang banyak di Denmark. Tipikal kota di Eropa dengan bentuk bangunan yang sama dan suasana yang “dingin” dan udara yang terlalu dingin, suhu udara di Copenhagen sekitar 2 samapai -2 derajat celcius. Tapi suasana yang beda tetap bikin perasaan seneng sih. Padahal Copenhagen ngga terlalu bersih dan sebebernya Jakarta juga bisa dibikin semacam Stroget di derah Kota Tua Jakarta karena tipe-nya mirip tapi Stroget ngga ada bau pesing, sampah di pinggir jalan, pedagang kaki lima yang berantakan jualannya dan ngga ada perasaan takut meskipun jalan sendirian di Stroget (atau cuma sugesti aja juga mungkin sih, plin plan :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/SyX96Z10i6I/AAAAAAAAACk/oYq8yl2cVyk/s1600-h/IMG_9800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/SyX96Z10i6I/AAAAAAAAACk/oYq8yl2cVyk/s320/IMG_9800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415013306793757602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untung ada Fika Fawzia, si pembaca peta handal. Janjian ketemu Fika di Central Station yang harusnya cuma butuh 10-15 menit dari Bella Center dan saya butuh 40 menit karena bolak balik salah baca pengumuman kereta mana yang harus saya naikin. Ternyata Fika udah lengkap bawa peta dan bikin rencana akan kemanakah kita hari itu. Rutenya adalah mulai dari Central Station ke daerah Tivoli – Stroget _ Radhusplessen  - Reception Hall – Nyhavn  - Amelienborg dan terakhir Mermaid Statue. Lengkaplah jadi turis hari itu dan kita jalan kaki selama hampir 5 jam ditengah angin yang ngga sopan dan dingin yang mencakar kulit. Ternyata kalau ikut tour, rute yang saya jalanin bareng Fika itu berharga 200 kroner. Lumayan juga nemu Fika disana jadi uangnya bisa dipakai untuk makan di sebuah café lucu di Nyhavn (katanya sih Nyhavn ini tempat café café dan bar yang paling hip di Copenhagen tapi biasa aja menurut saya, tapi karena letaknya dipinggir sungai jadi sedikit unik). Weekend di Copenhagen, saya jalan jalan lagi dengan Fika dan Mel, temennya Fika. Kita makan di Stroget dan lihat lihat Hopenhagen Live. The idea of rave party in the middle of winter was cool, literally. Seharusnya kita ke Vega di Enghave untuk NGO party tapi karena antrian di Vega terlalu panjang dan ngga masuk akal jadinya kita asik sendiri ;9 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seluruh Copenhagen kebanjiran orang-orang yang datang untuk COP15. Orang-orang yang datang sebagai delegasi, observer, perwakilan Negara atau organisasi atau aktivis yang datang untuk menunjukkan kepedulian mereka atas perubahan iklim. Kelihatan orang orang dari Negara Negara asing berkumpul disana dan bikin Copenhagen jadi lebih hidup.  Di dalam Bella Center sendiri rame banget dan menarik untuk dilihat. Saya datang dan lihat orang orang itu sibuk aja seneng karena saya juga jadi keliatan sibuk hehehe padahal ngga juga. Atau ngga sibuk sama sekali. Kebayang kalau Indonesia jadi host acara kayak gini di Jakarta. Akan beda banget jadinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, orang orang dari kantor saya di Jakarta datang ke Copenhagen untuk tanda tangan MoU dengan pemerintah Denmark. Yeay Pak Bos dateng dan berarti hidup saya untuk 3 hari jadi terasa lebih menyenangkan. Saya bisa makan tanpa mikirin udah makan berapa kali ya hari ini (karena jatah makan jadi berkurang karena mata uang kroner kurang bersahabat). Beberapa acara di Wisma Indonesia juga cukup seru (sebenernya biasa aja tapi acara makan gratis selalu bikin hidup saya lebih seru) dan bias ngobrol dengan Om-om yang saya ngga tau tadinya dia itu siapa bikin hari-hari saya jadi cukup menarik. Saya kira saya ngobrol sama bapak bapak pintar yang sering saya liat mukanya di Tv dan Koran tapi blank, saya lupa dia siapa. Dan oh oh siapa dia. Ternyata setelah ngobrol dan makan nasi goring bareng dan makan emping sepiring berdua dan saya panggil dia “Om”, saya baru ngeh kalau si Om adalah Duta Besar Indonesia untuk Denmark. Tapi saya masih ngga tau namanya sampai akhirnya saya kirim pesan ke Ninda untuk check siapa sih si Om ini namanya karena gengsi nanya ke orang disana (kan ceritanya saya pinter, alumni universitas negeri ternama masa’ ngga tau nama dubes Indo untuk denmark, gengsidong). Ternyata si Om namanya adalah Abdul Rahman Saleh yang dulu pernah menjabat jadi jaksa agung dan populer karena dia mengeluarkan surat penghentian penahanan Soeharto. Setelah nyadar, manggilnya langsung berubah jadi Pak dan saya ngga sharing makan emping lagi sama beliau, saya cari partner makan emping yang lain aja jadinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah beberapa hari, saya udah mulai hafal jalan dan kadang kadang masih tetap salah kereta (ini karena faktor cuaca yang terlalu dingin jadi susah konsentrasi). Copenhagen cukup bagus untuk didatengin sebagai tujuan liburan kalau cuma untuk 2 atau 3 hari. Tapi kalau lebih lama dari itu akan kehabisan obyek yang bisa dilihat karena kotanya ngga terlalu besar dan ngga ramai. Sekarang lagi ramai karena aada acara COP15 yang emang skala internasional jadi seluruh kota ikut merayakan acara ini dengan bikin acara di seluruh kota, contohnya pameran foto, Hopenhagen Live, pameran globe dunia yang dihias dan demonstrasi dari aktivis lingkungan. Cukup menarik sebenernya, apalagi kalau bias naik sepeda karena pemerintah Denmark sangat mengajurkan untuk pakai sepeda sebagai alat transportasi karena mereka sangat pedulu lingkungan, bahkan banyak bangunan dirombak untuk jadi lebih ramah lingkungan dan bangunan yang baru dibangun juga harus memenuhi standard ramah lingkungan yang ketat. Dan arsitektur dari bangunan baru di Copenhagen sebenernya cukup unik tapi saya juga ngga terlalu ngerti dan ngga bisa menikmati bentuk sebuah bangunan selain lihat dan komentar jadi ya ngga menghibur buat saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keseluruhan, Copenhagen kota yang menyenangkan tapi kalau kota ini dapet predikat sebagai tempat paling layak untuk hidup dan membahagiakan saya kurang setuju. Mungkin mereka yang vote untuk Copenhagen belum pernah beli gorengan di pinggir jalan Jakarta dan nyebrang jalan sembarangan atau naik Bajaj di Blok M atau Melawai sambil makan kue cubit. Jakarta tetap lebih menyenangkan untuk saya. Mungkin perjalanan saya ke Copenhagen akan lain ceritanya kalau saya punya uang. Itu inti utama dari semua traveling kemanapun. Uang, lagi lagi uang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-2384328628235276302?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/2384328628235276302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=2384328628235276302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/2384328628235276302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/2384328628235276302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-tripper-yeah.html' title='Day Tripper, yeah!'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/SyX-YxuKe2I/AAAAAAAAACs/QI6mAMPC6yI/s72-c/IMG_9819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-5280228890563876206</id><published>2009-11-15T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:43:55.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone i once knew</title><content type='html'>I met him a year ago. This very exact November. He's a special boy. He's a boy trapped in a man's body. He lived like there's no tomorrow, loose without any burden. Never saw him mad or sad more than 10 minutes. He did what his heart said. He believed in his dreams. And the sweetest part, he believed in me. 12 months were not enough, I wish I could spend more time with him, get to know him better and learn so much things from him. But God love him just too much. Because he's very special person. He's a boy I once knew. He's Adimas Prayoga. And I am proud that I got a chance to know him and let him be a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna miss you. I am gonna keep you alive in my memories and I am gonna make you proud of what I am gonna achieve. I'll try to smile every time I hear your name, or every time your resemblance popped inside of me. Until we meet again Adimas, see you up there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What a feeling in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall, i don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;And it's brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw it happening&lt;br /&gt;I'd given up and given in&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't take the hurt again&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the strength to fight&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you seemed so right&lt;br /&gt;Me and you&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-5280228890563876206?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/5280228890563876206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=5280228890563876206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/5280228890563876206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/5280228890563876206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2009/11/someone-i-once-knew.html' title='someone i once knew'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-7351553719456113459</id><published>2009-10-25T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T10:20:54.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constant dreamer</title><content type='html'>It is my dream that has turned into my greatest obsession. But as I go through life and experience the thing called life, I realized that living and loving come at a high price. It is not as easy as waking up in the morning and sleeping at night. Life expects us to struggle and have an overwhelming passion to conquer it. It even crossed my mind that the only solution to conquer life was to end it. But when my stupidity came to my senses, I was forced to believe in dream, just like any other individual walking around this planet and there I was in my magical world. It is a world, my world that requires constant dreaming, struggling, and living. it is a world where I can dream and at the same time work to make it real. If I can dream it, then i can achieve it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-7351553719456113459?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/7351553719456113459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=7351553719456113459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/7351553719456113459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/7351553719456113459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2009/10/constant-dreamer.html' title='Constant dreamer'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-2602315190458279974</id><published>2008-12-21T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:50:18.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to us ;)</title><content type='html'>Life is a mess, a beautiful mess. indeed, accepting the reality is hard but there's no other way so beat it and live with it with your own way for your sake.. agak egois dan sinis? hahaha i dont care, that's just too bad for u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah lama ga nulis karena distracted with skrip-sweet-shit (i stopped saying skripshit and it turned out this shit is no longer my enemy, we became bestfriend hahaha), magang atau pura-pura magang krn ga seperti magang, too much hang out time and my brekeleberry bikin saya ansos sama komputer krn si brekele cukup sangat berguna untuk menyalurkan hobi nulis saya, it could be anytime and anywhere hehehe (klo ada yg mau beli BB, coba tinggalkan pesan, hahaha skalian promosi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, beberapa bulan ga ketemu si blog bikin kangen juga.. cukup banyak yg saya lewatin sejak trakhir kali saya nulis, and it was august, udah 5 bulan.. many things happened in the past 5 months dan banyak bgt yg saya dpt, pelajarin, bikin saya 'ngeh' dan trenyuh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang paling penting sih dlm 5 bulan i'm making progress in my thesis, hehehehe akhirnya selesai juga dan skarang saatnya menunggu the judgement day, jreng jreng.. sialnya hari yg bikin tegang jantung naik turun itu harus terjadi stelah taun baru jd nampaknya taun baru jd anak manis saja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bulan ini, saya ngerasa cukup banyak brubah, menurut saya sih brubah lebih baik dan smoga emang iya. mostly, i changed bcos of my friends.. stelah mereka pada wisuda, frekuensi ketemu jadi jarang krn masing-masing sibuk sama kehidupan sendiri-sendiri. Cari kerja, pacar, keluarga, liburan, atau skripsi.. &lt;br /&gt;dan saya.. berusaha mau-ga-mau, hrs bisa sibuk atau sok sibuk lebih tepatnya. dan dari semua sahabat-sahabat saya, tetap ada beberapa orang yg hampir stiap hari menghabiskan sebagian besar waktunya bareng saya dan pastinya, i got attached with them, smakin lama jd smakin dalem dan lama-lama lebay jd posesif.. hehehe ini agak lucu krn saya baru ngerasa posesif tu ga cuma sama pcara atau barang kesayangan.. buktinya saya jd posesif berlebihan (temen saya yg berlebihan, saya sih ngga posesif =p), setiap hari pengen tau kemana, ngapain, untuk apa, sama siapa (pengaruh adanya brekele juga sih, gratis, cepat dan connecting people &amp; spreading gossip hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ga cuma posesif, i knew details about my friends which i didnt noticed before.. it amazed me, really.. hehehe selama ini saya bener-bener ga tau apa-apa soal mereka. ada yang dibalik bentuknya selama ini yang keliatannya cuek banget ternayta super sensitif, moody tapi sabar dan baik. ada yang bentuknya pasrah, ternyata ngeyelnya minta ampun, sangat ga sensitif tapi bisa bikin saya ngerasa seneng tanpa harus punya alasan.. ada lagi yang misterius tapi perhatian banget sampe kadang-kadang saya bingung naggepinnya.. smua macam bentuk temen saya ini bikin saya jadi ngerasa lebih sabar krn harus bisa ngerti dan maklum klo they do somethin that make me wonder what they want or mean, saya harus bisa bikin batesan knowing do i need to involve or just stay away, just letting them know i'm here if they need me.&lt;br /&gt;tapi berhubungan sama si posesif tadi, kadang kadang saya diem aja padahal my feeling got too involved sampai saya bingung sendiri knp ikutan moody padahal it's not even my problem hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;tapi semua yang saya lewatin kemaren akan bikin saya kangen bgt krn sebentar lagi klo udah lulus, smua smakin sibuk sendiri-sendiri.. saya akan kehilangan bgt perasaan posesif td krn pasti akan pudar krn jd jarang ketemu atau berhubungan.. saya akan kehilangan bgt ngabisin waktu yg sbenernya bisa diisi dengan hal penting tp kita pilih isi dengan silly things krn kita ngelakuin kebodohan itu sama temen, bisa ketawa-ketawa.. dan weekend ini kmrn, some of my besties hung out together, stelah beberapa lama, hampir sbulan, kita ga pergi bareng.. we had fun but i realized i'm stepping out from my comfort zone. my used to be comfort zone, is no longer that comfy. i get it and i know it's normal but i'm just being mellow knowing that i gotta leave all these comfort behind, and start facing the real world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving my comfort zone is a mess, but i know somehow deep inside that they can always be mine, just knowing they still there is all i need to keep me stand still, the combination of them and me is making me complete or should i say, feel safe..  so, to all my dearest friends (i dont need to mention your name here do i?) i'm thanking you for everything.. for the chance to get to know you, to be a part of your life and to be me.. for me, a friend is YOU!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers besties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-2602315190458279974?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/2602315190458279974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=2602315190458279974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/2602315190458279974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/2602315190458279974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2008/12/cheers-to-us.html' title='Cheers to us ;)'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-2863387007937005175</id><published>2008-08-28T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:17:33.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not too late..</title><content type='html'>Last night I watched Le Grand Voyage, an indie movie with a great story. Nontonnya malem malem, sendirian dan lagi PMS, jd agak over sensitive. Tapi inti critanya (nonton aja sendiri ya..) bagus bgt, every moslem should have it.. Atau paling ga, orang-orang yg ga yakin atau males ibadah (sperti saya salah satunya..) harus nonton. Paling ngga, film ini menyentuh perasaan saya sebagai muslim dan anak muda yg agak terlalu banyak bersenang-senang.. Karna nonton film ini, saya jd miris kebayang si mama ga pernah bosen ngingetin saya sholat.. I broke my promise to God, waktu umroh saya janji mau rajin sholat dan stelah beberapa lama pulang umroh, janji saya ga saya tepatin. Film smalem bener-bener bikin saya "ngeh", we'll never know what's gonna happened the next minutes, next hour, next day or next year. Only God knows. And before it's all too late for us, would be great if we start change for a better moslem now.. Dan sbentar lagi mulai bulan puasa, what a perfect moment to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do your best, God will do the Rest".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-2863387007937005175?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/2863387007937005175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=2863387007937005175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/2863387007937005175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/2863387007937005175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-not-too-late.html' title='It&apos;s not too late..'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-4371955459595083810</id><published>2008-05-28T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:58:24.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in between</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;di tengah-tengah. kejepit. diantara dua pilihan, dua orang, dua pihak. Whatever it is, intinya adalah "in between" makes me lie, bad or good lie, at the end lie will always be lie. "in between" makes me choose. "in between" makes one side hurt and the other one mmm, even more hurt or win. I hate being in the middle of everything, trying to be neutral when its impossible so i have to pretend that i'm on someone's side or any side..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ada di tengah pasti bikin kita harus bohong ke salah satu pihak, apalagi kalo dua duanya adalah our side which means another white lies dijadiin alesan.. bohong untuk kebaikan adalah halal hahaha yeah that's just another lie, bohong mau baik atau jahat, apapun tujuan, bohong adalah bohong adalah penipuan adalah topeng adalah niat nutupin suatu kesalahan.. dan dilema untuk memihak kemana pasti dirasain smua orang yg ada di tengah tengah. Bisa jadi di tengah karna dipercaya semua orang atau karna pasrah lalu iya aja klo ada yg crita, akhirnya harus diakhiri dengan jreng jreng crita ke orang lain karna ga tahan, bongkar crita ke pihak lain atau bilang jujur udah ga kuat hahahahaha teman macam apa ini, pilihan akhirnya bersifat egois smua..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Those who think it is permissible to tell white lies soon grow color-blind."  ~Austin O'Malley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-4371955459595083810?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/4371955459595083810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=4371955459595083810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/4371955459595083810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/4371955459595083810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-beetween.html' title='in between'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-7141456891983953231</id><published>2008-01-22T04:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:58:58.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gara-gara kemaren nonton Otomatis romantis, saya jadi kepikiran sama pertanyaan si bambang, harus ga sih tanggung jawab kita ke keluarga ngalahin tanggung jawab ke diri sendiri? Ini sering banget terjadi sama saya, mungkin dulu-dulu cuma hal-hal kecil yang jadi masalah untuk saya karena emang saya egois tapi lama kelamaan saya jadi sering bingung, sebenernya kalo saya seneng, sukses atau bikin keputusan itu untuk kepentingan siapa sih?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sering banget saya punya keinginan atau ada impian saya yang dianggap salah atau ga terlalu penting jadi bisa dijadiin nomer dua karena menurut keluarga saya itu ga sejalan sama kepentingan keluarga.. Dulu-dulu sih saya iya2 aja, tapi sekarang saya mulai mikir gimana nasib cita-cita saya atau masa depan saya kalo semua tolak ukurnya adalah keluarga. Kalo orang lain bisa bilang harus seimbang lah antara kepentingan pribadi sama keluarga, tapi kan ga semua keluarga keadaannya sama, tapi ini terlepas dari soal materi, maksudnya setiap keluarga punya masalah atau rahasia sendiri2 dan kadang2.. it just way too complicated.. Waaa kalo ibu saya baca, uang jajan saya bisa dipotong seumur hidup hehehe sejauh ini sih saya berusaha jadi anak baik di keluarga, tapi ga tau sampai kapan saya harus jadi anak baik di keluarga tapi saya ngerasa kurang lengkap sebagai manusia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"When you take charge of your life, there is no longer need to ask permission of other people or society at large.When you ask permission, you give someone veto power over your life." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-7141456891983953231?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/7141456891983953231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=7141456891983953231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/7141456891983953231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/7141456891983953231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2008/01/clash.html' title='Clash'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-2237574776077422205</id><published>2008-01-18T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T07:45:08.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sttt, it's a gossip! (listen carefully, i only say it once..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a common thing in girl's world, meskipun kalo diantara temen2 saya, cowo2 juga ikutan hahaha biasanya sih, kalimat pertama yang bikin sebuah cerita, yang bisa jadi cuma isapan kelingking atau kejadian bener yang ditambahin bumbu2 biar lebih menarik selalu diawali kalimat "tapi jangan bilang-bilang ya", and it turns out it's a public's secret.. salah ga sih gosipin orang, atau lebih extreme-nya gosipin temen sendiri atau sahabat sendiri, atau kalo agak gila, pacar sendiri (ga maksud menyinggung atau menyindir lho, i'm inspired by a true story &amp;amp; my own experiences hihihi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kalo saya sih, just being honest, gosip itu emang menarik apalagi kalo obyek gosipnya orang yang kita tau biar kita bisa liat di kehidupan sehari-harinya kalo gosip itu bener ga sih.. tapi kalo obyek gosipnya udah masuk ke lingkungan saya, udah ga lucu lagi buat saya. hmm boong banget kalo saya bilang saya ga pernah ngomonmgin temen sendiri, tapi kalo buat saya semua ada batesannya. apa yang diomongin, sama siapa ngomongnya, alesan saya ngomongin. jadi bukan karna iseng aja atau lagi ga ada kerjaan, biar seru daripada ga ngapa-ngapain, gosip ahhh, tiba2 kreatif bikin cerita sendiri.. I'm not a heartless freak, or at least not yet hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For me, gossip is a secret guilty pleasure as long as i have no string or relationship with the object of the story but otherwise it's a mean thing, and i vote shame-shame for it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-2237574776077422205?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/2237574776077422205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=2237574776077422205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/2237574776077422205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/2237574776077422205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2008/01/sttt-its-gossip-listen-carefully-i-only.html' title='sttt, it&apos;s a gossip! (listen carefully, i only say it once..)'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-8384659995378601049</id><published>2008-01-18T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T07:05:40.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>always have &amp; always will</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;huhuhu udah lama bgt ga buka2 si mimimalik.blogspot.com. Berhubung beberapa hari terakhir, I had an incredible amazing &amp;amp; confusing revealing story, jadi pengen nulis2.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Selama ini, saya kira saya punya hidup yang sempurna. Sempurna karna ada seneng, sedih, kaget, marah, sakit, sakit hati, bangga dan semua rasa-rasa lainnya, ternyata saya baru sadar kalo ini ga sempurna, but it's beyond perfect! Karna saya lupa rasanya bisa jujur sama temen itu sangat sangat sangat menyenangkan, it's everything.. &lt;/span&gt;apalagi kalo bisa jujur soal masalah yang slama ini jadi pager diantara kita, bikin penasaran, bikin nebak2.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;my dear friends, our friendship means a lot to me, always have &amp;amp; always will, i'll tell u the truth even if it's hurts, i'll defend u when i know u're on the right side and i'll remind u when u're wrong, or at leats i'll try to be me for you. trust me, we're way cooler than those gossip girls back &amp;amp; forth friendship/friendshit/frienemy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahaha saya ga pernah nulis atau ngomong kayak gt sebelumnya, ke siapapun.. tapi hari ini saya terharu punya temen2 segitu baiknya, jadi on my very own special occasion, i'm being mellow just for today, and I dedicated my mellow lines to you, my dear friends.. keep that in your mind because we are all okay, always have and always will huhuhu.&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/1767158413918089599-8384659995378601049?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/8384659995378601049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=8384659995378601049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/8384659995378601049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/8384659995378601049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2008/01/always-have-always-will.html' title='always have &amp; always will'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-1908666318409315281</id><published>2007-09-06T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T06:57:56.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurry</title><content type='html'>We'll do stupid things when we'r in love. hahaha dulu saya yakin, this won't happened with me, turns out, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm the real stupido here&lt;/span&gt;. Apalagi trus nonton Cintapuccino &amp; dengerin soundtrack-nya yg Loving you. Cocok buat jadi my anthem of the moment hehehe nyoba dengerin liriknya, mulai miris tingkat menengah, trus dikirimin liriknya, tingkat kemirisan meningkat pesat. Maknyusss rasanya. Kenapa bs gt, saya juga ga tau, it's useless to talk about it because &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the "L" word just make everything goin blurry&lt;/span&gt;. Mind. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Heart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Brain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ring ring, its you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;hurt pop, i love to hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;its been all day, i ‘ ve been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;held up, you call my names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;o much story you share with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;you said a lot to me about girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh its so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;*and every beauty thing they did to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;dont stop n tell me more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loving you is hurt some times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am standing here, you just dont buy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am always there, you just dont feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or you just dont wanna feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont wanna heard that word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it doesnt mean i givin up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanna give youmore and more and more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;knock knock they came around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;hard pop, i love to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;its been two years since i am in love with u&lt;br /&gt;bam bam you break my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;you said girl i’m in love with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;but its alright, i am still alive here..&lt;br /&gt;and all the beauty thing she did to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;dont stop and tell me more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i see that smile upon your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;deep in your eyes u had it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;and when i hear your super electrical voices"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-1908666318409315281?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/1908666318409315281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=1908666318409315281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/1908666318409315281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/1908666318409315281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2007/09/blurry.html' title='Blurry'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-1060391786344269734</id><published>2007-05-20T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T08:10:58.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari ini saya ngobrol sama seorang temen kampus saya. Berawal dari ngomongin kuliah, temen-temen, cita-cita, sampai akhirnya ngomongin masa depan. It really makes me think, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Future. Ga kerasa, dalam waktu 1 sampai 2 tahun lagi, saya dan mungkin temen2 saya harus masuk ke babak baru dari hidup kita. It's kinda scary for me. Berarti nambah tanggung jawab, belom deadline nikah, trus insya allah s2, trus karir. Fiuuuhhh. Mungkin kalo hidup kayak buku, saya baru 1/4 buku yang udah ada tulisannya, jadi masih ada 3/4 bagian buku lagi yang harus saya tulis, harus diisi dengan tulisan yang menarik dengan jalan cerita yang benar dan jelas, kalo bisa yang bagus-bagus semua hehehe (Amin!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;gara2 our little chit-chat, saya jadi mikir, kalo lulus kuliah mau ngapain ya? terus kapan ya saya bisa punya rumah, mobil &amp; bener-bener bisa hidup mandiri? bisa ga ya sya santai-santai kayak gini taun depan atau 2 taun lagi atau 5 taun lagi? kapan ya saya bisa bikin ibu saya bangga &amp;amp; ngebales smua yang udah dia lakuin buat saya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehe padahal besok hari pertama ujian akhir saya, tapi malah jadi mikirin gini. This grown up thing, hhhh i don't really wanna deal with it right now. Though I know I have to &amp; I can't runaway, I gotta face it. But, just not rite now. I'm not afraid of future, i just not ready yet to be grown up, that grown up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"To make the right choices in life, you have to get in touch with your soul. To do this, you need to experience solitude, which most people are afraid of, because in the silence you hear the truth and know the solutions"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-1060391786344269734?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/1060391786344269734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=1060391786344269734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/1060391786344269734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/1060391786344269734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2007/05/future.html' title='future'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-9155681962952697278</id><published>2007-05-09T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T08:13:01.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>balancing the whole thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari ini saya chat sama temen SMA saya karna i noticed her nickname &amp; ask her about it hehe (maafkan rasa keingintauan saya). Dari cerita2 yang berlanjut, ternyata we have the same problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We felt as if we're on the lowest point of our life. We're stuck with the "i'm stupid &amp; everybody's perfect" thought. Padahal saya slalu ngira kalo temen saya itu lagi on top of her life, because she looked very happy with her life. Ternyata ungkapan "don't judge book by its cover" masih berlaku buat saya dan temen saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We're having problem with balancing the whole thing in life. We live with too much judgement, we live on other people's ball. Kita sama-sama tau kalo pikiran kayak gitu akan bikin kita tambah down, but it just hard to get away from that thought, apalagi kalo ngerasa &amp; ngeliat sekitar &amp;amp; sekeliling kita berkembang cepet banget. I know, i'll make it through though, mungkin ga sekarang, mungkin besok atau bulan depan atau taun depan. I just know i'll find my own way to my top point of life. And I know u'll do the same my dearest friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"To make the right choices in life, you have to get in touch with your soul. To do this, you need to experience solitude, which most people are afraid of, because in the silence you hear the truth and know the solutions".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-9155681962952697278?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/9155681962952697278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=9155681962952697278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/9155681962952697278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/9155681962952697278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2007/05/balancing-whole-thing.html' title='balancing the whole thing'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-1558707416339974829</id><published>2007-04-30T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T08:15:58.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Manusia ga akan pernah puas. I totally agree with that. When enough is enough? when will we get our satisfaction? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sukses belom tentu bisa bikin puas. Punya uang banyak juga ga tentu bisa bikin puas. Jadi anak presiden atau nikah sama orang impian juga belom tentu, karna saat kita mencapai titik kepuasan tertentu, titik kepuasan itu selalu mundur beberapa langkah, dan bikin kita want something more than what we've already had. It's normal, it just not healthy. Bisa bikin kita terobsesi, dan obsesi yang ga kesampaian bisa bikin kita stress, dan stress bikin kita ga bisa menikmati hidup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ribet ya kalo diomongin, but it happens in everybody's life.. Liat aja George Bush, udah jadi presiden negara superpower masih belom puas nindas negara lain, udah nindas negara lain masih juga belom puas bikin negara lain menderita.. Atau Elizabeth taylor, punya uang banyak, suami dan mantan suami ganteng banyak, terkenal, tapi masih belom puas juga sama keadaannya, masih aja botox dimana, face lift dimana.. (hahaha ga kenal aja dikomentarin..). kalo mereka aja yang extraordinary person aja masih gitu, gimana model2 ordinary person kayak saya, Yang kalo pengen sesuatu ga penting aja bisa kepikiran berhari-hari.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People can get no satisfaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Open your eyes and look within. Are you satisfied with the life you're livin'?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-1558707416339974829?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/1558707416339974829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=1558707416339974829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/1558707416339974829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/1558707416339974829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2007/04/satisfaction_30.html' title='Satisfaction.'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-8584197977316097696</id><published>2007-04-29T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T08:16:39.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dari 2 hari ini kemaren ini, stiap mau pergi saya bilang ke ibu saya, "iya, ga pulang malem.. palingan jam 11 udah dirumah". Tapi pada akhirnya, saya slalu pulang jauh dari jam 11 hahahaha. (Bukan salah aku Ma, salah temen2 yang pada ga mau pulang.. lagian kan aku nebeng, jadi ngikut aja hehehe). alasan pembenaran. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Janji, mau kita bikin sama siapa, apapapun isinya, se-niat apapun pada awalnya mau nepatin janji, salu aja ada gangguan, godaan atau ketidaksengajaan yang bikin janji itu tadi ga sempurna atau gagal. Ini kalo dari pendapat saya lho, tapi ga brarti saya ga nepatin janji. I hold on to my words, it just sometimes, i find it hard to keep it =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren juga, saya merasa bersalah karna gagal nepatin janji ke temen2 SMA saya buat pergi bareng karna udah 1 bulan lebih ga ketemu.. Padahal ngerencanain perginya udah dari minggu lalu, tapi dalam 2 jam, janji buat pergi bareng bisa gagal gitu aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emang segampang itu ya batalin janji? atau, sesusah itu ya nepatin janji? It's only simple promises. Gimana janji kalo orang nikah untuk sehidup semati, kebayang ga susahnya kayak apa nepatinnya hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Promise, like piecrust, are made to be broken".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-8584197977316097696?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/8584197977316097696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=8584197977316097696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/8584197977316097696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/8584197977316097696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2007/04/promise.html' title='Promise'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-7571777215427906146</id><published>2007-04-25T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:53:24.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not my cup of milk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Ri92Ua4GHCI/AAAAAAAAABA/19OYx5oYnIM/s1600-h/Kita+diLAMar...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057390999744420898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Ri92Ua4GHCI/AAAAAAAAABA/19OYx5oYnIM/s320/Kita+diLAMar...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seharusnya berjudul "not my cup of tea", but i don't drink tea so I switch it to milk hehehe. Finally, I made up my mind, this time for sure, that he's not my cup of milk, so I just let him go and i won't look back. Apa sih, nulis blog tapi yang ngerti cuma gue doang hahaha yahh pada intinya, akhirnya saya memutuskan untuk melepaskan seseorang yang selama ini menggantung menempel mengintil dan mengganggu pikiran dan waktu saya. fiuhh deg-degan parah waktu ketemu, i know i won't see that face again for a long time, antara takut campur sedih ditambah sesendok rasa bingung dikasih topping ragu-ragu.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;skarang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rasanya plong. sama rasanya kayak kita baru buka puasa, kayak kita kentut hehehehe. udah ga ada lagi yang mengganjal tapi yang ada cuma sdikit rasa takut.. takut nyesel salah ambil keputusan, takut kalo kangen ga bisa ketemu, takut kehilangan sesuatu yang slama ini saya terbiasa dengan sesuatu itu, dan takut liat dia ketemu orang pengganti saya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;untungnya ada temen2 saya dengan kehebatan masing-masing yang bisa menghibur saya, hehehe even simple words from them can make me smile and i know they won't say "i've told u so..". untungnya, ada my lovely mom yang salu bisa bikin saya ketawa ngeliat atau denger komentar2 lucunya atau ke-gaptek-an si mama. untungnya, ada dosen2 yang ga bisa berhenti kasih tugas, well at least, waktu untuk saya mikirin dia berkurang. untungnya, ada besok, ada bulan depan, ada taun depan, di mana mimpi2 saya menunggu untuk jadi kenyataan jadi saya bisa ngisi waktu dengan mengkhayal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi, si manusia satu itu udah nemenin saya buat beberapa waktu terakhir ini dengan jadi temen baik saya, eventhough it has to end up in a bad way, but i still thank him for being a part of my memories. Mungkin, kalo dia kapan2 balik lagi ke kehidupan saya, smoga dia bisa jadi jelly, so he can fit in everywhere..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-7571777215427906146?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/7571777215427906146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=7571777215427906146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/7571777215427906146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/7571777215427906146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-my-cup-of-milk.html' title='not my cup of milk.'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Ri92Ua4GHCI/AAAAAAAAABA/19OYx5oYnIM/s72-c/Kita+diLAMar...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-3005368298120309372</id><published>2007-04-22T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:53:24.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/RiuSrLTDfnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/yRCRcKGubb4/s1600-h/957812917l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056296277118254706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/RiuSrLTDfnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/yRCRcKGubb4/s320/957812917l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;iIve found my comfort zone, finally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Berawal dari liburan kuliah taun lalu, saya, JJ, Anikha, Nanda, Hasna liburan ke Bali. Dan di sana ketemu Tinton, Fridoun &amp; Ajie, temen sekampus tapi ga pernah ngobrol. Palingan kalo di kampus cuma nyapa basa-basi, kecuali Ajie karna udah kenal dari SMA &amp;amp; he's my good friend's boyfriend, dan saya sering nebeng Ajie kalo ke kampus. Di Bali mulai deh ketauan bodohnya kita, dan we're doing stupid &amp; embarrassing things together. i won't tell the details, terlalu memalukan hehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sejak balik dari Bali, ga cuma jadi deket sama mereka bertiga, tapi jadi main sama temen2 mereka juga.. Dari yang biasanya cuma duduk &amp;amp; kemana2 sama cewe2, skarang hampir stiap malem minggu &amp; stiap kuliah kita jadi rame2. Taun baruan bareng, ngerayain ulang taun bareng, buka puasa bareng, surprise-in temen bareng, malem mingguan bareng, bikin acara bareng, though i missed the holiday trip together (ga kok, gue ga iri) hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mungkin ga sama smuanya saya deket &amp;amp; kenal bgt, tapi it just felt relly nice to know that they are my friends.. dan saya ngerasa, saya &amp;amp; temen2 cewe saya jadi lebih deket karna cowo2 itu.. it's really nice to have more good friends to share my days with. Ini buka temenan model SMA yg kemana2 bareng trus telfon2 tiap malem or something like that, but i just feel comfort with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is one of the blessings of good friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."&lt;/em&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/1767158413918089599-3005368298120309372?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/3005368298120309372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=3005368298120309372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/3005368298120309372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/3005368298120309372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2007/04/everyday-people.html' title='everyday people'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/RiuSrLTDfnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/yRCRcKGubb4/s72-c/957812917l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1767158413918089599.post-8099952348327063793</id><published>2007-04-22T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:53:25.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long wonderful trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/RiuKFrTDfkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/z3o92uf_c1Y/s1600-h/448400391m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056286836780138050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/RiuKFrTDfkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/z3o92uf_c1Y/s320/448400391m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never thought about travelling to europe untill I told my mom about anikha's plan to travel to europe. And my mom came up with a brilliant question, "Kenapa kamu ga ikut Anikha?". and i only said, "hah? ngapain?". hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kirain cuma omdo, rencana cuma rencana karena udah kebanyakan rencana yang gagal. taunya kesampaian juga euro trip barengan Anikha dengan kamuflase beli dagangan, bukan liburan. hahahaha. Stelah melewati semua pencarian tiket murah, bikin visa &amp; travel insurance (yg ternyata ga penting), kita brangkat tanggal 11 Januari naik SQ (yg berarti usaha pencarian tiket murah gagal). Niatnya sih light travelling, bawa koper gede tapi isnya cuma 4 baju, 1 clana, 1 jaket, 1 syal &amp;amp; sisanya titipan sodaranya anikha &amp; makanan yang rencananya biar kita irit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st destination, Amsterdam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nebeng di rumah tantenya Anikha biar irit. hahaha dan usaha kita untuk irit di Amsterdam berhasil, karna slama 3 hari cuma ngeluarin uang 20 euro untuk beli tiket kreta &amp;amp; beli snack. we did the most stupid thing (yeah we did lots of stupid things), dengan duduk di tengah badai yang super dingin di depan madame tussaud karna kekeuh ga mau ngeluarin uang untuk nunggu di tempat lain pas nunggu sodaranya Anikha dateng. hahahaha. Dinginnya udah ga tau lagi jadi kita pelukan &amp; nyanyi2 ga jelas biar badan jadi anget (it didn't work though). trus on our last night in Ams., Anikha's cousin took us to a club. tapi kita ke club pake sweater &amp;amp; turtleneck karena ga prepare buat clubbing hahaha. sangat aneh, clubbing pake baju anget &amp; kita ketiduran di club karna ga suka musicnya &amp;amp; kecapekan after dancing for 5 hours &amp; spupunya anikha kekeuh ga mau pulang. Belom lagi kita dateng ke club itu naik speda di tengah hujan jam 12 malem. what a perfect day. Oiya, btw, apartemen tante Anikha ada di lantai 2, jadi kita harus menggendong koper kita yang besar pake tangga yang sangat kecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd destination, Milan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dari Amsterdam, kita naik easyjet ke Milan. Easyjet tu low cost airline gitu. Kita beli tiketnya dari internet jadi kita bayangin kalo easyjet kira2 akan sama kyak air asia. Ternyata, it's even better than garuda Indonesia. kecuali bagian harus lari2 nyari kursi, cuz there's no seat numbers. Kita mendarat di Malpensa (it's an int'l airport, but look like an uncivilized one hehehehe). dari malpensa kita naik kreta untuk sampai ke Milan. Akhirnya sampe juga di central station dan dijemput Kania. Trus kita langsung ke apartment mba'dara. we had a great time in Milan. Anikha memulai agresi berbelanjanya di Milan hahaha. it's like heaven for shoppers. ngiler bgt liat miu-miu &amp;amp; bottega veneta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Destination, Paris.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dari Milan kita naik Ryanair (another low cost airline, but eayjet's better than this one). Awal2 penerbangan semua aman, kira2 15 menit di atas udara, pesawat mulai naik turun &amp; berlanjut sampai kita mendarat. Kita liat di tv ternyata di atas Jerman pas kita lewatin lagi badai besar bgt, sampai ada rumah terbang &amp;amp; thanks god we're fine. dari airport yang jauh bgt dari kota Paris kita harus naik bis ke Port'd malliot dan pas turun kita ga tau harus kemana karna smua petunjuk pake bahasa Prancis hahaha. Jd di tengah angin kita bawa koper yg isinya mulai berat, kita turun ke stasiun Metro pake tangga (sampe roda koper saya rusak) dan ternyata liket tiket masih tutup. damn. Jadi kita naik lagi dan harus nyari stasiun Metro lainnya dan kali ini berhasil. Bahkan ada mas-mas bule berbaik hati bawain koper kita ke bawah jadi ga harus repot hehehe. Akhirnya sampe juga di Gare du nord &amp; tinggal salto 2 kali nyampe Comfort hotel, karna hotelnya emang di sberang stasiun, bukan karna saya jago salto =p. The hotel's fine. Then our shopping journey's begin. Kita mengeksplorasi &amp;amp; eksploitasi smua toko, terutama anikha hehehe saya sih cuma nonton dia belanja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last day in Paris, after we had our breakfast downstair &amp; siap2 naik ke atas utk packing dan check out karna kita udah meperhitungkan jam buat naik eurostar jam 10 jadi masih ada waktu 1 jam. Tapi ternyata... (this is the worst one) lift hotel rusak dan si resepsionis jelek dan ga punya belas kasihan cuma bisa bilang "sorry but u have to use the strairs &amp;amp; we don't have any bellboy to help u with ur luggage". dan kita cuma bisa mikir "monyet, sialnya, trus gimana nasib kita &amp; koper kita yg udah sangat berat????!!!!". Dan akhirnya cara kita bawa koper ke bawah adalah dengan menendang koper di tangga jadi kopernya meluncur dengan mulusnya menbrak dinding-dinding hotel. yeah, and like we care, si resepsionis aja ga peduli sama kita hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last destination, London.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naik eurostar &amp;amp; saya tidur spanjang perjalanan ehehehe. Di London, saya dilanda kebangkrutan total karna smua harga yg mahal2 gila. But still, i love topshop hehehe. Lagi2 nebeng di rumah spupunya anikha hehehe. I like this city, gimana gitu. Kayaknya smua orang terlihat bener2 "orang", ga semrawut. I love their transportation system, hebat, teratur &amp; tepat waktu. Dan untuk mewujudkan cita2 saya karna terobsesi film notting hill, hehehe saya nyo&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/RiuMgLTDfmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/boUi-VGiDBs/s1600-h/CIMG5096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056289491069927010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/RiuMgLTDfmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/boUi-VGiDBs/s320/CIMG5096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ba duduk di bangku taman kyak di film itu. Tapi salahnya, saya duduk di tengah angin kenceng jadi agak masuk angin kecil &amp; kyaknya Julia Robert di notting hill ga masuk angin. Saya juga ke portobello market, lagi2 krna ada market itu di film notting hill. Karna Anikha udah pernah ke London, jadi dia ga mau nemenin saya ke tempat2 turis jadi saya jalan2 sendirian ke madame tussaud &amp;amp; tower of london (if u're not a history person, don't go to tower of london hehehe), turs liat changing guards ceremony di buckingham palace, liat london eye (ga brani naik &amp; sayang uangnya), dan sisanya foto2 sama Anikha hehehe. We fell in love with thai sweet chili potato chips &amp;amp; bebek panggang di bayswater. And finally, stelah 2 minggu di London, kita harus pulang =( back to our life. Tapi dengan sangat capeknya, kita pas check in harus ngantri for almost 3 hours karna SQ penuh bgt &amp; stelah sampai giliran untuk nimbang barang, kita sangat amat overweight hampir 10 kilo hahaha. untung si mas bule baik, jadi ga bayar deh. kesialanan saya ga berenti disitu, tv saya di pesawat rusak, untung udah sempet nonton Marie Antoinette sbelum tv-nya mati. Dan untung makanan SQ enak jadi rasa sebel saya berkurang. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kita balik dengan selamat di Jakarta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long wonderful trip &amp;amp; wisata kuliner yang sangat menyenangkan &amp; lengkap (saya nyoba makanan afrika, sushi all u can eat, pizza di Milan, the best ice cream in the world: ben &amp;amp; jerry's apple pie ice cream, makan bebek dimana2, escargot, garlic mussels &amp; creme brulee di paris, fish &amp;amp; chips, croissant di Metro station, roti2 yang ada di portobello market &amp; pastinya beli burger king-swiss cheese &amp;amp; mushroom &amp;amp; McD's apple pie pas transit di Changi). Thanks to u Nikky.. i never regret it even now i'm still suffering in bankruptcy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Traveling - it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1767158413918089599-8099952348327063793?l=mimimalik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/feeds/8099952348327063793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1767158413918089599&amp;postID=8099952348327063793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/8099952348327063793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1767158413918089599/posts/default/8099952348327063793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimimalik.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-wonderful-trip.html' title='a long wonderful trip'/><author><name>Mimi Malik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08672010505153620536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/Sy9_SBbtj8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/5rkJ4qI1GTg/S220/14537_211330068387_544673387_3276594_4132381_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHtLyT34Y6M/RiuKFrTDfkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/z3o92uf_c1Y/s72-c/448400391m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
