<?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-7357840139901340474</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:59:14.248+07:00</updated><category term='serial'/><category term='personal'/><category term='puisi'/><category term='cerpen'/><category term='nonfiksi'/><title type='text'>Life's Disclosure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-9005532827916068060</id><published>2012-02-13T17:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:01:51.393+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerpen'/><title type='text'>"Chocolate" (Valentine's Special)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ChocoStop, Inc. – Make YoursHere. Aku tak bisa berhenti menatap tulisan itu, sambil dalam hati mengucapkannyaberulang-ulang. Sore itu sedang sepi, menyediakan waktu tersendiri untukpemiliknya merenung. &lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Biasanya tidakseperti ini, kami harus pontang-panting melayanimu yang mengantre berjubelmenunggu giliran. &lt;/span&gt;Aku dibantu tiga orang karyawan yang sangat terampil,dua orang di dapur dan satu orang menemaniku di depan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ChocoStop, Inc. memiliki cirikhas yang membuatnya lain dari yang lainnya. Dapat dengan jelas terlihat dari &lt;i&gt;tagline &lt;/i&gt;yang diusungnya, “Make YoursHere”. Kamu dipersilakan untuk berkreasi dengan kue cokelat pesananmu. &lt;i&gt;Icing cream&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;sprinkles&lt;/i&gt;, dan bahan lainnya tersedia gratis untuk digunakan. Kamu &amp;nbsp;bisa dengan bebas menulis di atas kuenya,menghiasnya sesuai selera, dan tentu saja pulang dengan senyum lebar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beatrice, salah satu karyawandapur, selalu punya pesona untuk membawamu datang untuk kedua kali, ketigakali, hingga menjadi pelanggan tetap. &lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Sikapnya yang manis dan sopan, didukung dengan penampilan yang menarikmungkin menjadi salah satu senjatanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Bisa dibilang, toko ini mati tanpanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Bersama Teresa, &lt;i&gt;partner&lt;/i&gt;-nya di dapur, mereka menjanjikan dapur ini yang terbaik diJakarta, kata orang.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Aku dan Stacy, kami bagaikan dua pejuang yang tidak kenal lelah melayanipelanggan, ratusan pelanggan. Minta ini, minta itu, lihat ini, lihat itu, danpermintaan-permintaan lain yang tidak kuingat apa, semua harus dijawab ”Iya”,dan kami berhasil. Kami dinobatkan sebagai &lt;i&gt;thebest cakeshop in town &lt;/i&gt;oleh majalah lifestyle ternama, dan puluhanpenghargaan lain yang kami pajang rapi di sudut toko.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Dekorasi sederhana yang &lt;i&gt;homey &lt;/i&gt;sangatmengundang para pembelanja yang lewat di depan toko kami, deretan sofa empukberwarna krem hangat tampak sangat menggoda untuk sekedar duduk sebentarmenyeruput ChocoHot, cokelat panas andalan kami. Lampu &lt;i&gt;spot&lt;/i&gt; yang menerangi setiap meja semakin menghangatkan suasana danmenahanmu lebih lama di sana. Toko ini sudah hidup lima tahun, menempati tempatyang sama dan belum pernah pindah, dan tidak akan pindah. Kami menempati salahsatu area paling strategis di mal kelas atas Jakarta. Pelanggan kami kebanyakanekspatriat. Dengan citarasa internasional yang memukau, pilihan tepat untukmereka. Kue kami menyemarakkan momen bahagia mereka.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Mal sudah mulai sepi, dan kami bersiap-siap menutup toko saat ada seseorangyang datang. Kami semua sedang ada di dapur menyelesaikan kue terakhir hariitu, yang selanjutnya akan disimpan dalam lemari pendingin untuk besok diambiloleh pelanggan. Ia terdengar tidak sabar, terdengar dari suara bel yang panjangdan berulang-ulang. Teresa keluar untuk melihat siapa yang datang danmenyuruhnya pulang karena toko sudah tutup. ”Maaf, sudah tutup. Datang besokya.” ujarnya diiringi senyum. ”Tolong, satu pesanan saja, Please..” mohonnya.Aku mulai penasaran apa yang terjadi di luar, mengapa Tere begitu lama. ”Sorry,sudah tutup.” sambil melenggang keluar. Ia terdiam, sambil menatap matakudalam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Pria itu, sekitar tiga puluhan, berpakaian necis, sepertinya baru pulangkerja. Aku tebak, ia seorang karyawan KAP Broto yang berkantor di atas mal ini.”Aku butuh buat malam ini, bisa?” sambungnya, seakan kami sudah pastimengiyakan permintaannya. Pada akhirnya, itulah yang kami lakukan, menjawab”Iya” diiringi senyum dan anggukan ringan. Kami terlalu terlatih untuk ini.Kami pun mempersilakan ia ikut masuk dapur selama kami bekerja, terhitung jambuka toko sudah habis, dan tidak ada pelanggan yang mengantre di depan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Beatrice dan Stacy izin pamit pulang lebih dulu, ditunggu pacar di bawahkatanya. Tinggallah aku, Teresa dan pria itu, David namanya. Teresa mulaimempersiapkan bahan dan aku melihat saja di sampingnya. Teresa lebih ahli dalamhal ini, ia akan memastikan semuanya berjalan sempurna sampai kuenya jadi. Akucukup melihatnya saja, sudah tiga tahun terakhir tidak memegang dapur, takutada yang terbakar. David pun cuma melihat, sambil ia bersandar di meja dapurdan mengecek &lt;i&gt;blackberry&lt;/i&gt;-nya. Akuiseng bertanya, ”Untuk siapa sih, sampai malam-malam juga masih dikejar?” Iamasih terdiam memandangi layar kaca di tangannya, sampai aku menariknya paksa.”Eh!” sergahnya kasar. ”Sorry!” sesalku sambil mengembalikan benda kecilbersinar itu. ”Gak apa-apa, sori tadi gak konsen.” jawabnya sambil tersenyumtipis, yang seakan dipaksakan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Setelah percakapan itu, kami tidak terlibat dalam percakapan apapun sampaikuenya hampir selesai. ”Wangi banget ya kuenya, pantes ramai terus nih,”godanya. Aku dan Tere cuma tersenyum simpul sambil sama-sama mendengus.Terdengar getar &lt;i&gt;handphone &lt;/i&gt;yang akutidak tahu dari mana datangnya. Ternyata punya Tere, ia disuruh pulangsekarang, tanpa alasan. Biasanya kami pulang bersama, entah naik taksi bareng,atau naik mobilku kalau aku lagi sempat. Tere tampak tergesa, ia tidakmengatakan apa-apa, cuma terburu-buru dan segera lari keluar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Tinggal kami berdua dan kue yang sepuluh menit lagi matang. Aku sekali lagimenanyakan pertanyaan yang tadi terganggu konsentrasi, ”Jadi, buat siapa sihkuenya?” ”Buat pacar nih. Besok Valentine, sekalian minta maaf.” jawabnyacepat. ”Oh! Besok Valentine?!” sergahku terburu. ”Kelamaan di dapur ya kamu?”tanyanya singkat tapi sarkastik. Aku cuma mendengus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Kuenya nampak matang, siap diangkat. Kumatikan oven dan kuraih sarungtangan di atas oven untuk mengeluarkan kue. ”Nih, udah jadi. Wangi kan?” sambilaku menaruhnya di meja hias. ”Mau dihias pakai apa? Pilih sendiri deh.” ”Wah,aku gak ngerti hias-hiasan, kamu aja deh bantuin. &lt;i&gt;Free of charge&lt;/i&gt; kan?” godanya. Menunggu kuenya dingin, aku mengambilminum, satu untukku dan satu untuknya. ”Thanks.” jawabnya singkat saatkusodorkan segelas air putih. Kue sepertinya siap dihias, aku langsungmenaburkan &lt;i&gt;sprinkles&lt;/i&gt; warna-warni di atasnya,disusul dengan &lt;i&gt;icing cream &lt;/i&gt;yangkumasukkan dalam &lt;i&gt;piping bag&lt;/i&gt;, danmenuliskan ”Happy Valentine’s Day” dengan tulisan yang kubuat indah. Tanpa adapersetujuan darinya, langsung kumasukkan kue dalam kotak, lalu aku mengikatnyadengan pita warna jingga. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Perjalanan pulang terasa panjang. Meskipun jalanan Jakarta sudah tampaklengang, hampir tidak ada kendaraan lain selain mobilku. Rasa kantuk yangmenyerang tampaknya sulit diajak damai, semakin lama semakin dalam akuterperangkap di alam bawah sadar. Syukurlah, aku sampai rumah sebelum semuanyajadi runyam. Ada setitik pikiran yang menggantung di sudut mataku memintadipikirkan. Tapi aku mengabaikannya, aku tidur.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Memiliki usaha kala muda mengharuskan aku terus konsentrasi pada pekerjaan,apa yang kurang baik, apa yang harus diubah, apa yang bla bla bla. Semua harusdiurus sendiri kalau tidak mau ditipu. Itu prinsip yang kupegang terus sejakPapa mempercayakan aku sebagian uangnya untuk modal usaha. Jangan pernahpercaya orang lain sebelum kita melihatnya sendiri. Itu pesan Papa yangterakhir ia tinggalkan sebelum pergi selamanya. Aku menjalaninya seperti itu,dan berhasil. Tapi ada satu hal yang terus mengganggu pikiranku, kapan akupunya pacar? Aku sudah tidak muda lagi, hampir tiga puluh. Kejadian tadi malamseakan membangunkan pertanyaan itu kembali setelah lama aku bius total.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Hubungan serius terakhirku berakhir lima tahun lalu, tepat sebulan sebelumtoko ini dibuka. Kala itu semua berjalan baik-baik saja, kami sudah sepakatakan menikah dalam satu atau dua tahun ke depan, pertunangan sudahdirencanakan. Namun, kepergian Papa merubah semuanya, aku memilih untuk seriusdengan usahaku dan meninggalkannya. Masih ada penyesalan sampai sekarang, bukankarena orangnya, tapi kepastiannya. Kepastian bahwa aku akan menikah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Hari baru dimulai, belum tepat jam sembilan. Sudah banyak orang berkerumundi depan toko kami. Beatrice dan Tere nampak sudah bersiap-siap di dapur saataku baru sampai dan menyalakan lampu etalase. Stacy nampak tergopoh darikejauhan, ia membawa banyak sekali barang sampai-sampai kepalanya tidakterlihat. Ia kusuruh membeli bahan tambahan, untuk jaga-jaga kalau pesananmembeludak, yang kutebak pasti akan terjadi, ini hari Valentine! Tepat pukulsembilan, pelanggan mulai berangsur masuk dengan membawa slip merah sebagaitanda pengambilan kue. Aku dan Stacy yang baru selesai meletakkan barang-barangdan masih berkeringat hebat melayani. Aku menerima slip, menyesuaikan dengancatatan di komputer, lalu memberikan slip pada Stacy yang meneruskannya kedapur. Begitu terus sampai tiga jam berlalu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Toko sudah agak sepi, kue di lemari pendingin sudah tinggal sedikit. Inisaatnya istirahat. Ada seseorang datang membawa kue saat aku berangsur masuk kedapur. “Hei,” panggilnya lemah, seperti tidak bersemangat. “Hei, kamu. Kenapa?Mau pesan lagi?” jawabku terkaget saat mengenali wajahnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;“Bukan, ini, eh,” ujarnya tidak jelassambil menyerahkan kue kepadaku. Aku membawanya ke dalam dan mengajaknya masuk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”Hey, David! Ada apa?” tanya Tere riang. Beatrice dan Stacy ikut memberikansenyum sapa. ”Ini, kuenya ditolak. Pacarku curiga aku selingkuh, katanya, karenatulisannya bukan tulisanku.” katanya sambil sendu. ”HAH?” kami berempat semuakaget, sambil menahan tawa yang hampir meledak. ”Itu kan tulisan Daisy! Hayoloh!” goda Beatrice iseng. Aku cuma terdiam. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Akhirnya, David tinggal di dapur kami lebih lama, sampai waktu kami hampirmenutup toko. Ia membantu melayani pelanggan yang datang, membantu di dapur,walaupun cuma membantu melihat saja. Kami berlima menjadi cukup dekat, Davidorang yang mudah bergaul, walau ia agak culun, tapi ia lucu. Sebelum ia pamit pulang,&lt;i&gt;blackberry&lt;/i&gt;-nya berdering, langsungdijawabnya tanpa melihat siapa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”Apa? Kamu yakin? Apa gak ada jalan lain?” serentetan pertanyaan dia ajukanpada orang di seberang sana, kira-kira aku tahu lah siapa. Setelahnya, beberapamenit ia cuma bisa berdehem pelan sambil mengangguk mengerti pada orang diseberang telepon. ”Ya udah, kalo itu keputusan kamu. Aku gak bisa apa-apalagi.” jawabnya mantap, tidak tahu kalau dibuat-buat. Beberapa detik kemudian,ia menutup telepon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Kami berempat cuma diam, menunggu reaksi lanjutan dari pembicaraan telepon tadi.”Ia minta putus. Cerita lama.” katanya singkat. Kami semua diam setelahnya.Pertanyaan semalam muncul lagi perlahan-lahan tanpa bisa kutahan, dia semakinkuat nampaknya. Aku memandangi mata David yang tampak kosong melihat ke luarjendela lebar yang langsung menghadap jalan raya. Kulihat ada getaran menggodadi sana, tapi belum kutangkap.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Setelah ia pamit pulang, kami berempat masih sibuk membereskan dapur.Karena besoknya toko tidak buka, kami berniat membereskannya serapi mungkinsupaya besok lusa menjadi hari yang baru, tanpa sisa cucian kemarin. Sembarikami beres-beres, entah karena mereka tahu atau menebak-nebak, merekamenyerangku dengan pertanyaan yang paling kuhindari saat ini. ”Kamu suka ya,sama David?” Beatrice melepaskan tembakan pertama. ”Tapi, dia baru putus lho.”Tere yang kedua. Aku berharap Stacy menyelamatkanku karena aku sudah baikdengannya selama kami bersama – sama di kasir. ”Dia ganteng kok.” ujarnyaringan. &lt;i&gt;Terima kasih, Stacy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;...13 Februari 2012&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Hampir sama seperti tahun lalu, mendekati Valentine pasti memberi rezekilebih buat kami. Pelanggan yang berjubel dan kerepotan yang kami hadapi terasasesuai dengan apa yang akan kami dapat setelahnya. David ternyata punyakemampuan memasak yang cukup baik, tiga bulan lalu, aku menawarkannya untukbekerja di toko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Dua puluhpersen urusan profesional, sisanya urusan hati. Hatiku. Beatrice dan Stacymenentangnya mentah-mentah karena katanya bisa merusak &lt;i&gt;workflow &lt;/i&gt;toko yang sudah terbentuk, Tere cuma mengangguk saja. Inikeputusanku, aku bos-nya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Keputusanku tidak sepenuhnya salah. David bisa bekerjasama dengan baik didapur, meringankan tugas Tere dan Beatrice. Bahkan, dia menerapkan sistem baruyang meningkatkan produktivitas toko ini. Keputusan tepat. Aku menepuk punggungsendiri. Satu-satunya kesalahan, karena ini melibatkan hati. Aku merasa dirikuberbeda sejak itu. Bingung.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;”Saya mau pesan &lt;i&gt;customizablechocolate cake&lt;/i&gt; sama &lt;i&gt;praline&lt;/i&gt;.Besok bisa diambil?” “Bisa mbak, saya catat dulu ya.” jawab Stacy dengan manis.Sebentar setelah ia selesai mencatat, merobek slip bukti, dan menyerahkannya,ia langsung masuk ke dapur. “Eh, tadi ada cewek manis banget lho! Coba liatgih, Vid.” godanya ke David. Ia cuma menjawab seadanya lalu memalingkan matanyapada &lt;i&gt;mixer &lt;/i&gt;yang berputar cepat didepannya. Stacy ngeloyor keluar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Malamnya, aku mencocokkan semua pesanan yang masuk dengan catatan dikomputer, memastikan tidak ada yang terlewat. Mataku berhenti pada satu namayang seakan bersinar familiar di layar komputer. ”Hmm, Denise.” gumamku pelan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Aku mencoba mengingat-ingat lagi nama itu,mengapa bisa terdengar sangat familiar di pikiranku. Sedetik setelah akumenyadarinya, Beatrice, Stacy, dan Tere keluar dari dapur dan membereskanetalase. Aku berangsur masuk ke dapur.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”HAPPY VALENTINE!” teriak David riang. Di tangannya terbaring kue cokelatbulat sempurna tanpa hiasan. ”Surprise!” katanya lagi, sambil tersenyum. Akutidak membuat reaksi apa-apa selama tiga puluh detik, cuma berdiri mematung ditempatku. Ia mulai bingung, terlihat dari air mukanya yang mendadak pucat.Pemandangan itu menyadarkanku. ”Apa-apaan ini?” tanyaku lantang, seakanterkejut. Selanjutnya, aku tidak bisa mengontrol tindakanku dan terbawa dalamkekonyolannya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Dalam perjalanan pulang, aku tak henti-hentinya memikirkan nama tadi, yangkutemukan di slip pesanan. Di waktu bersamaan, perasaan geli campur senangmasih menyelimutiku, hasil dari &lt;i&gt;surprise &lt;/i&gt;Davidtadi. Malamku terasa panjang sekali. Mataku terus terbuka dan memandang kosongke langit-langit kamar yang kutempelkan hiasan &lt;i&gt;glow in the dark &lt;/i&gt;yang terlihat seperti langit penuh bintang,setidaknya bagiku. Pikiranku mencari korelasi yang paling masuk akal daripenemuan-penemuanku tadi, nama itu dan &lt;i&gt;surprise&lt;/i&gt;David. Apa yang bisa kusimpulkan? Aku tidak tidur malam itu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Besoknya, 14 Februari, Valentine. Bukan hari yang tepat untuk melayanibanyaknya pelanggan dengan &lt;i&gt;mood&lt;/i&gt;seperti ini. Aku memutuskan untuk tidak sibuk di toko, menyerahkan semuanyapada mereka, dengan alasan simpel namun mujarab, sakit kepala. Aku mengambiltempat di sudut, untuk sekedar duduk bersandar menghirup kopi panas yang barukubeli tadi sembari mencari jawaban atas pertanyaan yang terus menghantui sejakmalam. Siapa pemilik nama itu?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Hingga pukul tiga sore, yang artinya sudah kuhabiskan enam jam duduk diambersandar tanpa jawaban. Kuputuskan untuk beranjak bangun dan mencoba melupakanpertanyaan yang mungkin tidak ada jawabnya itu. Kulihat ada seseorang di depan.”Atas nama siapa?” tanya Stacy sopan. ”Denise. &lt;i&gt;customized chocolate cake&lt;/i&gt; sama &lt;i&gt;praline&lt;/i&gt;.””Baik, ditunggu sebentar ya,” jawab Stacy sambil menerima slip dan berangsurmasuk dapur. Aku terduduk lagi di tempatku, setelah sempat mau beranjak, karenaperempuan ini. Kutebak ini orangnya, Denise. ”Sudah siap, ayo ikut saya kedapur.” ajak Stacy sambil perempuan itu mengikuti di belakangnya. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”David!” terdengar suara pekikan kaget yang cukup keras dari dalam dapur.Selanjutnya aku tidak dengar. Jawaban dari pertanyaan semalam yang menghabiskanmalamku mulai menunjukkan batang hidungnya. ”Ia kenal David, dari mana?” munculpertanyaan baru yang langsung membangunkan memoriku. ”Oh! Nama itu yangtertulis di &lt;i&gt;gift card&lt;/i&gt;. Pacar David!”pikirku cepat. ”Mantan.” pikiranku meralat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Sebelum aku memutuskan untuk masuk dapur dan melihat apa yang terjadi didalam, Stacy dan Tere sudah menghambur keluar terlebih dulu, menyisakanBeatrice di dalam yang masih sibuk dengan &lt;i&gt;mixer&lt;/i&gt;-nya.”Mereka ribut besar!” teriak Tere cukup keras. ”Sampai banting-banting barang!”Stacy menimpali. Untung, sedang tidak ada pelanggan saat itu yang bisa semakinmerunyamkan masalah. Cepat, aku menerobos masuk ke dapur untuk menetralkanmasalah, serta dapurku yang berantakan. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”Apa-apaan ini!” teriakku lantang saat perempuan itu hampir menumpahkanseluruh adonan kue ke muka David. Kaget, ia langsung menaruhnya kembali danngeloyor keluar dengan air muka yang masih berapi-api. David cuma bisa diam,dan Beatrice nampak ketakutan meringkuk di sudut dapur. Aku segera menghampiriBeatrice, menenangkannya, dan menyuruhnya keluar menyusul Tere dan Stacy.Tinggallah aku dan David, dan tidak seorang pun di antara kami punya inisiatifmemulai pembicaraan. Aku terlalu kesal, dan bahkan kaget untuk bisa menyusunkata-kata dengan rapi tanpa amarah. David mungkin merasa sangat bersalah dantidak tahu harus berkata apa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Aku akhirnya mengeluarkan dua patah kata yang sudah kususun dengan rapisebisaku dengan nada datar. ”Ada apa?” David menunduk ke bawah, terlihatmemikirkan jawaban apa yang paling tepat untukku supaya aku tidak merusakmukanya dengan &lt;i&gt;mixer &lt;/i&gt;di sebelahku.”Denise. &lt;i&gt;Freak&lt;/i&gt;. Gila.” satu katabenda dan dua kata sifat yang akhirnya keluar dari mulutnya cukup memberikanpenjelasan atas semua kerusakan dan kekacauan di sini. Perlahan akumendekatinya, mencoba menenangkannya. Aku pikir, pelukan hangat akan meleburkansemuanya, pikirannya yang ruwet, rasa bersalahnya yang dapat kulihat dariseluruh tubuhnya yang bergetar, dan tangisnya yang perlahan menitik dari sudutmatanya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Pelukan itu terasa hangat. David memelukku sangat erat, sambil sesekali iamenahan isaknya yang membuatnya semakin bergetar. Aku bukannya biasa saja, akuturut merasakan pedih yang dia rasakan, entah karena tingkat empati yangkupunya, atau ia mentransfer kesedihannya lewat pelukan. Tidak masalah bagiku,bukannya baik jika kita bisa berbagi kesedihan dengan orang lain, bukan cumakebahagiaan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Lima menit berlalu cepat sekali, dan pelukan itu pun harus berakhir. Davidtelah sukses meredakan semuanya, tangisnya, rasa bersalahnya, pikirannya, dania siap untuk hal yang baru. Aku, aku tidak meredakan apapun, malahmenggairahkan lagi perasaanku padanya. Ini bukan kebetulan, mungkin sudahdigariskan seperti ini, aku dan David, David dan mantan &lt;i&gt;freak&lt;/i&gt;-nya, aku dan Stacy dkk. Aku tidak akan melawan perasaankusekarang, semuanya terasa benar. Berdiri diam di sampingnya, memandangitumpukan mangkuk &lt;i&gt;stainless &lt;/i&gt;yangberserakan bersamanya, bernafas beriringan bersamanya. Getaran itu datang lagi,dan aku dengan sukarela membuka diriku untuk menerimanya. &lt;i&gt;Ah, ini yang kucari, kebenaran ini.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7357840139901340474-9005532827916068060?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/9005532827916068060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=9005532827916068060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/9005532827916068060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/9005532827916068060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2012/02/chocolate-valentines-special.html' title='&quot;Chocolate&quot; (Valentine&apos;s Special)'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-3349931515210305143</id><published>2012-02-12T16:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:02:16.932+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serial'/><title type='text'>I (not) Fall Again #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Pertanyaan yang sama terus berputar-putar di kepalaku selama seminggusetelahnya. &lt;i&gt;Siapa itu? Bagaimana bisa? &lt;/i&gt;Bukanpertanyaan penting memang, tapi cukup menggelitik akal sehatku. Ditambah lagi,Dewilah satu-satunya teman perempuanku selain Milly. Milly bukan temanku, iapacarku.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Hingga sampailah aku di suatu pertemuan bisnis kembali dengan Dewi. Iya,kami membangun bisnis bersama sejak kuliah. Inilah yang membuat kami begitudekat, seperti adik-kakak. Kami berdua mendirikan sebuah perusahaan rekanansederhana yang kami namai &lt;i&gt;wishProductions&lt;/i&gt;. Perusahaan ini menerbitkan majalah &lt;i&gt;lifestyle &lt;/i&gt;online setiap bulannya. Aku memegang bagian keuangan danpublikasi, Dewi di bagian promosi dan desain. Kami mempekerjakan sepuluh orang,yang kesemuanya punya bagian penting dalam lancarnya usaha ini.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;“Jadi, untuk laporan bulanan, sudah siap semua?” tanyanya membuka obrolan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;“Sudah semua, gue itung-itung kita rugi lima juta bulan ini,” jawabkumenerangkan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;“Iklan-iklandikit banget, tapi musti jalan terus.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Memang, filosofi kami agak nyeleneh. Kami menolak iklan rokok masuk dalammajalah kami. Sedangkan, kita semua tahu, rokoklah yang menyumbang porsiterbesar dalam dunia periklanan. Keadaan ini yang terus kuperjuangkan, meskiDewi mulai agak melunak masalah ini.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”Makanya, rokoknya diterima aja! Kalo udah kepepet gini pusing kan..”protesnya. &lt;i&gt;Jangan lagi, Dew. &lt;/i&gt;Gumamkudalam hati.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Setelah keadaan agak tenang, dan defisit bulan ini sepertinya dapatteratasi dengan kontrak jangka panjang dengan perusahaan kosmetik flamboyan,aku mulai mengarahkan topik pembicaraan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”Oya, minggu lalu, cowok, siapa tuh?” tanyaku berantakan. Sulit menyusunkata-kata dengan rapi saat rasa ingin tahu mengganggu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Belum sempat dijawab, aku bertanya lagi, ”Masih sama Radja, kan?” Aduh,mulutku selalu lepas kendali.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”Oh, itu Aryo,” jawabnya singkat, datar. Melihat wajahku yang penuh rasaingin tahu, Dewi akhirnya menyerah. ”gue sama Radja gak putus, kita salingjujur-jujuran kok.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”O...” aku cuma bisa membulatkan mulutku. Jawaban Dewi sudah cukupmemuaskanku. Toh, aku tidak tertarik.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Setelah kututup dengan ekspresi kaget tidak percaya, Dewi mulai gerah. Iamerasa perlu untuk menjelaskan filosofi pribadinya. ”Gue gak putus sama Radjasoalnya gue masih sayang dia,” sejenak ia berhenti dan menyeruput kopinya. ”tapiGue butuh tantangan lain. Gak mungkin kan kebutuhan kita terpenuhi cuma darisatu orang?” Dewi semakin berapi-api menjelaskannya. ”Radja tahu kok masalahini, dia setuju aja.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”O...” Lagi-lagi cuma suara itu yang bisa keluar dari mulutku. Rasa tidakpercaya ditambah kekaguman atas pemikiran Dewi yang brilian semakinmenenggelamkanku dalam kebingungan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Pertemuan mingguan itu berakhir dengan senyum di wajah Dewi dan ekspresitolol tergambar jelas di wajahku seakan-akan ada tulisan ’hit me’ di jidatku.Aku langsung pulang. Butuh banyak waktu untuk mencerna semua yang baru kudengardengan akal sehat. (bersambung)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7357840139901340474-3349931515210305143?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/3349931515210305143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=3349931515210305143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3349931515210305143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3349931515210305143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2012/02/i-not-fall-again-2.html' title='I (not) Fall Again #2'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-4406647173123289755</id><published>2012-02-08T11:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:02:05.376+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serial'/><title type='text'>I (not) Fall Again #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;Tepukan lembut di wajah langsungmembuatku terjaga. Senyum hangatnya seakan menyambutku kembali, setelah lamaberkelana di alam mimpi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;“Ayo bangun! Udah &lt;i&gt;landing &lt;/i&gt;nih,” ujarnya sambil melanjutkantepukannya di pipiku. ”buruan, udah kangen nih!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Aku masih diam di kursiku tidak menghiraukan kata-katanya barusan.Jejak-jejak mimpi barusan masih tertinggal jelas dalam benakku, ditambahorang-orang satu pesawat yang masih sibuk dengan bawaan mereka. Tidak mungkinaku bergerak sekarang.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Jadilah kami dua orang terakhir yang turun dari pesawat. Tepat sebelumpintu pesawat ditutup kembali. Untung salah seorang pramugari masih menyadarikeberadaan kami, dua penumpang &lt;i&gt;businessclass &lt;/i&gt;malas yang menunggu adanya jalur khusus dengan ban berjalan untuknyaturun. Sayangnya, tidak akan pernah ada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Kami berdua berlari tergopoh ke tempat pengambilan bagasi yang tampakramai. Sekali lagi, kami berharap ada layanan khusus. Seharusnya kami turunlebih dulu sebelum penumpang lain turun, tapi apa boleh buat, beberapa halmemang tidak mendukung, seperti mimpi barusan yang membuatku lama tercekat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”Ah, gara-gara elo kan, jadi ribet kita!” Dewi menggerutu gara-garaketerlambatan kami turun dari pesawat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Aku cuma menanggapinya dengan senyum masam, ”Udalah Dew, siapa tau ketemucowok keren.” jawabku asal. Sebenarnya semua keterlambatan kami ini adamaksudnya. Bukan persetujuan kami berdua, lebih ke rencanaku untuk mengulurwaktu lebih lama. Aku tahu Millane sudah menunggu di depan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Aku dan Millane. Banyak orang bilang kami pasangan serasi sejati. Dewi punbilang begitu. Sudah tiga tahun kami bersama. Tiga tahun itu lama, tapi tidakterasa lama saat bersama Millane. Kami berdua sudah yakin dengan hubungan ini,tidak ada yang mungkin bisa menghalangi kami.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Dewi berbeda. Hubungan yang sudah lama ia bina dengan Radja tampak tidakbergerak kemana-mana. Tidak ada kemajuan yang pernah ia ceritakan padaku. Saataku gencar-gencarnya menceritakan rencana masa depanku dengan Millane, ia cumatersenyum tipis tidak tertarik.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Setelah kami menyelesaikan semua urusan dengan bagasi yang memakan waktusekitar setengah jam, kami keluar dari pintu kedatangan. Mataku mengarah kesemua penjuru mencari keberadaan Millane yang katanya sudah sampai dari sejamyang lalu. Dewi tampak santai, ia berjalan lurus di sampingku tanpa ada wajahbingung sedikitpun yang kutangkap dari ekspresinya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”Luis!” terdengar teriakan dari sebuah kafe beberapa meter dari tempatkuberdiri. Pemilik teriakan itu lantas berdiri dan berlari ke arahku. Aku tidakmenyambutnya, terlalu banyak barang bawaan yang harus kutinggalkan, yangtakutnya bakal lenyap.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”Hey, Milly!” sambutku riang seraya memeluknya erat. Ada kangen yangakhirnya terpenuhi setelah seminggu tidak bertemu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”Milly,” sapa Dewi ramah. ”Kangen berat tuh.” katanya sambil menepuk bahukusambil tertawa renyah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”Yang disini jugaaaa.” balas Milly manja sambil menggelayut lenganku.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Dewi tampak membalas pesan-pesan masuk yang membanjir saat masih di pesawattadi. Tampaknya ada satu yang menarik otot pipinya untuk tersenyum. Akupenasaran, langsung aku melongokkan kepalaku ingin ikut melihat. ”Siapa tuuuh?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;”Guys, gw duluan ya. Udah dijemput nih,” ujarnya riang seraya merapikanbarang bawaannya. “Byeee!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Terlihat seorang pria di ujung sana sudah menanti Dewi, dan ia bukan Radja. (bersambung)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7357840139901340474-4406647173123289755?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/4406647173123289755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=4406647173123289755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4406647173123289755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4406647173123289755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2012/02/untitled-1.html' title='I (not) Fall Again #1'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-3068006570966817529</id><published>2012-02-06T16:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:02:27.045+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerpen'/><title type='text'>Marriage kills.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sepi. Gelap. Dingin. &lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Itulah tiga kata yang paling mewakilisuasana mal ini. &lt;/span&gt;Sudah hampir pukul dua dinihari, sepertinya normal. Aku,yang baru saja menghapus urai tangis setelah hampir dua jam dideraadegan-adegan manis yang sayangnya berakhir pahit, memutuskan untuk mengambiljalan memutari mal lalu kemudian turun dan menjangkau tempat kuparkir mobilku. Sekitar&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;lima&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; orang kutengarai bermaksud sama, tapi aku tidak peduli, terus kulangkahkankakiku menembus kegelapan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sepanjang perjalanan menujubawah, beberapa orang yang tadi sepikiran denganku mulai mengambil langkah yangberbeda. &lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Satu orang berbelok dilantai dua, tiga lagi berbelok di parkir timur. Tinggallah aku dengan seorangini, yang tidak bisa kulihat wajahnya karena ia berjalan terlalu jauh dibelakang.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Aku mulai mengendus ketidakwajaran pada langkah orang di belakangku,langkahnya cepat namun berusaha tetap menjaga jarak. Sedetik itu, langsungkukenakan &lt;i&gt;earphone &lt;/i&gt;yang selalu siap setia di saku kemejaku, seolah memberikan sinyal ’&lt;i&gt;I don't care&lt;/i&gt;’ pada orangdi belakang. Sepertinya berhasil, atau aku tidak dengar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Kudapati pintu yang menutup rapat, kucurigai terkunci. Setelah beberapadetik mencoba mendorongnya, namun tetap tidak membuka. Ah, harus memutar lebihjauh lagi! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Sepertinya aku mengenali wajah orang di belakangku tadi sembari ia mendekatuntuk mencobai pintu keluar itu lagi. Marina, seseorang yang pernah punya kepemilikanterbesar di hatiku, seseorang yang pernah menangis dan tertawa bersamaku,seseorang yang di jari manisnya pernah dihiasi sebentuk perak yang terpatrikannamaku. Ya, ia istriku. Jangan tanya kenapa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Sebenarnya, aku sangat menantikan saat-saat seperti ini, waktu di manasemua fakta akan terungkap, semua perasaan yang sempat terpendam dalam takterkatakan akhirnya terucap. Tapi bukan pada waktu dan tempat seperti ini.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Hampir enam bulan tanpa kepastian, kami berdua berjalan sendiri-sendiri.Cukup lama untuk ukuran kami yang biasanya sehari tidak bertemu bagaikan kiamatdunia. Akhirnya, tanpa seorang pun berkata-kata, kami berpelukan. Bukan yangterbaik, tapi cukup melegakan dahaga kami masing-masing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”&lt;i&gt;How you doing&lt;/i&gt;?” tanyaku singkatsetelah kami melepas pelukan erat tadi. ”&lt;i&gt;Good.&lt;/i&gt;”jawabnya singkat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;”&lt;i&gt;We need to talk, urgent!&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Yes, we do.&lt;/i&gt;” balasnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kami berpindah ke kafe 24 jamyang tampak masih ramai oleh sekumpulan muda-mudi berpakaian rapi. Mereka tampaksangat menikmati obrolan mereka, jauh melebihi kopinya. Terlihat dari cumaadanya segelas kecil kopi di meja yang mereka kelilingi. Aku jadi teringat masalalu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Have you signed your divorce paper yet?&lt;/i&gt;” sambutnya sedetik setelahaku kembali ke meja. &lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Aku cumamenjawabnya dengan pandangan datar. “&lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;”tanyanya lagi, sebagai balasan dari tatapan datarku. Aku masih belum menjawab.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;”&lt;i&gt;Did you ever love me?&lt;/i&gt;” tiba-tiba pertanyaan itu yang otomatiskulontarkan. Giliran ia terdiam, air mukanya tampak resah mencari jawaban apayang paling tepat. “&lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;” kubalas &lt;i&gt;checkmate &lt;/i&gt;yang tadi ia lakukan. Ia jugadiam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;What I did wrong? Does it bother you if I didn’t act like what youexpect?&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Mar, I’m a human being. I need to be.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Mar, talk! Please talk!&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Aku tidak bisa menahannya lagi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;”&lt;i&gt;I don’t know, Du&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;What? You don’t know what?&lt;/i&gt;” aku mulai lepas kendali. &lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Air mata mulai tampak menitik di sudut mataMarina. Aku merasa itulah tanda untukku menurunkan sedikit tensi percakapanini. Kubelai rambutnya, sambil kudekatkan ia ke bahuku. “&lt;i&gt;It’s okay,” &lt;/i&gt;ujarku menenangkan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I don’t know if I ever loved you,&lt;/i&gt;” katanya setelah berhasil meredamtangisnya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I’m screwed, none of this is your fault, I’m a mess.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Why didn’t you tell me?&lt;/i&gt;” tanyaku bingung atas apa yang barusan ia katakan.Ia menangis sejadi-jadinya tanpa bisa kuredakan, bahuku jadi sasarannya. Akutidak berbuat apa-apa lagi, cuma memeluknya sambil terus-terusan membisikkan “&lt;i&gt;It’s okay.&lt;/i&gt;” ke telinganya, meskipun akuyakin &lt;i&gt;it’s not okay&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I feel good with you, Du. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;That’s why I didn’t tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;” katanya sambil masih sedikit terisak. &lt;/span&gt;Tatapanmatanya mengatakan sesuatu, tapi tidak bisa kutangkap dengan jelas. ”&lt;i&gt;After all we’ve been through together, and,&lt;/i&gt;”ucapannya tertahan, ”&lt;i&gt;That moment you letme down, I overreacted.&lt;/i&gt;” Matanya kini menjadi semakin cerah, sisa air matamulai menghilang mengiringi senyumnya yang perlahan-lahan terbit dari sudutbibirnya. &lt;i&gt;Now, I’m screwed&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Oh, for real. I don’t have to be sorry, though,&lt;/i&gt;” ujarku singkatsambil langsung kutinggalkan ia disana. “&lt;i&gt;Hem,paper will be ready tomorrow. Bye.&lt;/i&gt;” &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Marina&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;masih memroses apa yang ia dengar barusan, sehingga aku baru dengar ia membalas&lt;i&gt;bye &lt;/i&gt;saat aku sudah beberapa langkahmenuju pintu keluar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-3068006570966817529?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/3068006570966817529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=3068006570966817529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3068006570966817529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3068006570966817529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2012/02/marriage-kills.html' title='Marriage kills.'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-984037774804884053</id><published>2012-01-02T22:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:02:37.316+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerpen'/><title type='text'>How I Met Your Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Mataku tak bisa berpindah, terus tertuju di foto itu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Rasanya berat untuk sekedar menggerakkan telunjuk kiri sedikit. Memori yang lama hilang seakan menampakkan dirinya kembali, dan otomatis terputar tanpa bisa kuhentikan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Malam itu, hari pertama di tahun 2012, saat semua menyambut tahun baru dengan ceria, penuh resolusi dan pengharapan tinggi. Aku bukannya tidak punya harapan, tapi tolong jangan bicarakan itu sekarang. Aku masih terkunci rapat diruang kerjaku, bukan seperti yang kalian harapkan, tapi aku memang menguncinya. Bukan untuk pekerjaan kantor atau &lt;i&gt;project– project &lt;/i&gt;pribadiku, lebih sekedar melihat kebelakang sebentar, masa lalu yang menjadikanku kini.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foto itu, 31 Desember 2006, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Times Square&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New  York&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Sebagai turis kurang informasi pemberani, atau lebih tepatnya sinting, mungkin tidak seharusnya aku berada disana. Setelah berkeliling New York sekitar tiga jam mencari arah tanpa tuntunan peta dan kemampuan bahasa yang nol, akhirnya kutemukan juga tujuanku. Sekitar pukul tiga petang, sepanjang jalan sudah dipadati warga setempat, dan mungkin ada turis – turis yang tidak terlihat. Ditambah aku.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Cuma bermodalkan senyum yang kulempar pada orang – orang di sekitarku,akhirnya aku mendapat tempat yang cukup strategis untuk bisa mengedarkan pandangan ke segala arah. Saat itu pukul empat, masih lama tampaknya. Tidak ada yang bisa kulakukan, mengobrol pun tidak. Cuma senyum.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Menunggu delapan jam sungguh bukan perkara mudah. Semakin malam, orang semakin berdesakan. Ada banyak orang lalu lalang menawarkan topi tahun baru bertuliskan salah satu merk perawatan kulit terkenal. Pada tawaran pertama, aku menolaknya. Bukan karena aku tidak mau, lebih karena tidak tahu. Setelah melihat banyak orang menerima dan menggunakannya, aku pikir itu gratis. Dengan bahasa &lt;i&gt;tarzan &lt;/i&gt;yang sedikit dibuat –buat, akhirnya kudapatkan juga. Lumayan, buat oleh – oleh keluarga. Gratis lagi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Kulihat di kejauhan, ada wajah yang tidak asing di mataku, orang Asia. Tepatnya Indonesia. Dengan semangat bertemu saudara sekandung, aku mulai bergerak berpindah mendekatinya. Dia tampaknya juga menyadari pendekatanku,sembari memberi senyuman, dia juga bergerak mendekat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Kami akhirnya dekat, dari hitungan jarak. Hitungan hati, belum. Kami pun terlibat obrolan ringan, sekedar bertanya asal muasal masing – masing, tanpa sempat bertanya nama. &lt;i&gt;”Ten, nine, eight....” &lt;/i&gt;perhitungan mundur pun dimulai, kami semua di sepanjang jalan itu terpaku pada menara tinggi tempat angka – angka bergerak mundur. Kami berdua juga. Tepat pada hitungan terakhir, dan tulisan &lt;i&gt;”HAPPY NEW YEAR”&lt;/i&gt;menyapa, orang – orang di sekitar kami mulai memeluk pasangannya, dan berciuman. Aku cuma diam, cuma mengedarkan pandanganku pada orang – orang itu. Terasa aneh, sebagai orang asing disini dikelilingi warga lokal sibuk mencium pasangannya masing – masing. Pandanganku bertemu dengannya, sesama Indonesia tanpa nama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Aku bertaruh dia pun merasa aneh ada di tempat ini.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;“Gimana kalau kita...,” tanpa sempat kuselesaikan kalimatku, tahu – tahu kami sudah melekatkan bibir kami satu sama lain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Tidak perlu kata – kata, pikirku. Sesaat setelah kami tersadar dari apa yang barusan kami lakukan, dia memperkenalkan diri, aku juga, tergagap.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Setelah menuliskan semua hal yang menyesakkan pikiranku, akhirnya terasa lega. Tepat saat kutekan tombol &lt;i&gt;post&lt;/i&gt;, terdengar suara pintu kaca bergesek membuka. Anakku. Segera kuselesaikan ritual ini dan menutup &lt;i&gt;laptop&lt;/i&gt;-ku. Aku pindah ke sofa dan membiarkan anakku menumpangkan kepalanya di pahaku, nyaman katanya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Sebelum ia jatuh tertidur, kami biasa menceritakan kisah – kisah dongeng romantis, yang selalu ia minta ulangi setiap malam. Malam ini berbeda,kukisahkan hasil perenungan dan perjalananku barusan. Bagaimana romantis Papanya ini bertemu dengan Mamanya, yang sempat tidak punya nama.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7357840139901340474-984037774804884053?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/984037774804884053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=984037774804884053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/984037774804884053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/984037774804884053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2012/01/how-i-met-your-mother.html' title='How I Met Your Mother'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-8957927361297195844</id><published>2011-12-31T07:57:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:02:48.062+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerpen'/><title type='text'>Lamunan</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Pusat kebugaran biasanya selalu dibuat sejuk dan nyaman. Mengapa? Sejakberkeringat menjadi tujuan utama, semburan angin sejuk yang bagai surga ituseakan bersembunyi dibalik lenguhan – lenguhan puas para anggotanya. Kehangatanselalu menyelimuti tempat itu. Puluhan pria dengan otot yang selalu membesarsetiap harinya begitu rajin mengecek perkembangan di cermin, entah perlu ataucuma sekedar pemujaan diri. Wanita yang tidak kalah banyak, dengan semangatpantang menyerah, berusaha membakar setiap mili lemak di tubuhnya. Sambilmereka sesekali menggoda sesamanya, cukup ’Sudah turun berapa? Aku lima loh,’dengan diiringi tawa penuh kemenangan, yang kadang cuma terbalas senyum masam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Tapi siang itu berbeda. Dingin yang dengan pede-nya menyeruak keluar,diiringi deru mesin pendingin dan pengharum ruangan otomatis yang setiap limamenit tidak alpa menyemprotkan wewangian khas. Alat – alat yang biasanyadigilir belasan anggota sampai aku bisa dengar rintihan lelahnya, kali initampak riang. Cermin yang biasanya rela jadi orang lain, kini jadi dirinyasendiri, menyatu dengan ruangan itu. Aku, masih dengan &lt;i&gt;earphone &lt;/i&gt;yang menggantung sebelah, masih terus berlari mengejarnya.Siapa? Tidak ada siapa – siapa disana, cuma lamunanku saja.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Rambutnya yang panjang sengaja diurai lepas, bergoyang serentak denganlangkahnya yang cepat di karpet &lt;i&gt;treadmill&lt;/i&gt;.Ia tidak pernah lambat, selalu berlari. Aku cuma tahu sedikit tentangnya, hanyasepengelihatanku di pantulan kaca yang membatasi kami, para anggota, denganudara luar. Ketika mendung, bayangannya tampak jelas, sejelas ia menatapku lamasetelah ia selesai berlari. Ketika cerah, semuanya nampak pudar. Tapi masih adasecercah bayangan yang kutangkap, persis di wajahnya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Pernah, suatu hari aku pindah dari tempatku biasa berlari, yang secaratidak langsung sudah kutempelkan namaku disana, demi melihatnya lebih dekat.Tampaknya ia menyadarinya dari awal, dan memilih tidak berlari hari itu.Kembali, rasa hampa peninggalan mantan – mantanku sebelumnya mengetuk pintu,meminta masuk. Hari itu lewat lagi, seperti ratusan hari yang lalu. Tanpa hasilnamun ada kepuasan disana.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Satu hari di bulan Januari, saat hujan sedang lebat – lebatnya. Tidakbanyak anggota hari itu. Aku, seperti biasa, berlari tanpa tujuan, mengejarnya.Maksudku, bayangannya. Aku tidak peduli apapun hari itu, terlihat jelas dari &lt;i&gt;earphone&lt;/i&gt;-ku yang menggantung keduanya,dengan volume maksimal yang bisa diterima gendang telingaku. Kecepatan larikumeningkat seiring dengan tombol bergambar segitiga yang kutekan terus. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Dengan kecepatan seperti itu, dan dunia yang terpisah dari kenyataan,banyaknya tetes keringat yang membasahi pun jadi tidak terasa. Ini hal terakhiryang kuingat sebelum akhirnya terbangun di ruang ganti, saat itu sebulir jagungkeringat menyelinap masuk ke mataku. Refleks, aku menyekanya cepat – cepat, danaku kehilangan waktu untuk menyesuaikan langkahku. Aku terjatuh, terseretkarpet yang terus berputar, lalu, aku lupa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Saat kubuka mata, ada selembar handuk di sebelahku. Ada terselip selembarmemo, ”Hati – hati, dong!” Aku menerka, dan dalam hitungan detik, ia muncul didepanku dengan segenggam es batu. Ini yang kutunggu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7357840139901340474-8957927361297195844?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/8957927361297195844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=8957927361297195844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8957927361297195844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8957927361297195844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/12/lamunan.html' title='Lamunan'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-5211871176662234809</id><published>2011-12-30T09:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:02:56.424+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerpen'/><title type='text'>Mengenalmu</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Musim hujan tidak ada artinya tanpa segelas cokelat panas, atau dua gelas. Begitupula aku, tidak ada artinya tanpa dirimu, atau dua dirimu. Satu untukku dansatu untukmu. Dirimu untukku semua.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Rintik hujan di luar seakan mengunci kakiku dengan rapat, melekatkan sofaempuk dengan punggungku seakan menahanku untuk tidak kemana – mana, bahkanuntuk sekedar buang air kecil. Penahanan yang sama sekali tidak membuatkumeronta dan malah membuatku memintanya terus begitu. Didekap oleh selembarselimut hangat kesukaanku, lebih karena baunya daripada kelembutannya, akujatuh semakin dalam memuja kehangatan itu. Lantai kayu yang terhampar seolahmengancam ’jangan pergi dari sini, atau kamu akan menyesal.’ Aku tidak melawan,tidak akan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Novel lima ratus halaman, dengan wangi khas kertas yang memanggil –manggil, semakin mengekang ruang gerakku menjadi cuma sepenjentikkan jari untukmembaliknya, halaman demi halaman. Terjerembab semakin dalam di galaksi asingrekaan si novelis, baris demi baris kalimat terasa menusuk hati. Sampaiakhirnya aku berhenti di sebaris kalimat, yang aku curigai sang novelismenulisnya eksklusif untukku, untuk memperingati kehancuran hatiku, dan mungkinhatinya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;’Beberapa hal tidak pantas dipaksakan, tapi layak diberi kesempatan.’ Sulituntuk membalik halaman setelah menyadari keberadaan kalimat ini. Jemari terasadingin, dugaanku beku, putaran otak seakan tertahan keberadaan memori lama yangterproyeksikan kembali dalam lamunan. Perlahan namun pasti, mataku terpejam,setelah kuyakini, mungkin jalan ini yang paling tepat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Cerita dia, bukan yang terindah, bukan yang terlama, tapi pasti yang palingmembekas. Kami, berdua, cuma bertahan paling lama dua bulan, sebelum akhirnyakami menyerah pada ketidaksamaan kami. Ketidaksamaan yang sesungguhnya akuanggap sama, tapi ia tidak. Kesungguhan yang tak terbalas, yang bahkan tidak iaterima. Kekaguman yang sulit hilang, hingga sekarang.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Tanpanya, mungkin aku bahagia, begitu pula ia tanpaku. Secara logika bisaditerima. Walau kita semua tahu, cinta bukan semata benar atau salah. Kadang,kebenaran bisa disalahkan, kesalahan bisa dibenarkan. Apa yang menurutmu pantasdisalahkan atas ’kekeliruan’ itu? Tidak, bukan cinta jawabmu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Misteri ini, atau lebih tepat disebut nurani, harus dibenarkan. Siapa yangmau seumur hidupnya hanya diwarnai satu cinta? Cinta yang mungkin tertiup anginsehingga tak diterima. Jika ada tawaran seperti itu, aku dengan rela pastimemilihmu. Pasti. Biarlah nuraniku salah selamanya, karena denganmu aku merasabenar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Tanpa kau sadari, aku sudah simpan rasa ini sejak tiga tahun lalu, dansampai sekarang masih belum berani aku ungkapkan kepadamu. Bisa kau hitungberapa cinta yang kupendam, jika dalam sedetik aku merindukanmu satu kali?Sembilan puluh tiga juta tiga ratus dua belas ribu cinta. Silakan ambilkalkulatormu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Belaian lembut di pipiku sepertinya tahu aku akan jatuh lebih dalam lagi dipusaranmu, jadi segeralah ia berubah menjadi tamparan lembut yang seketikalangsung menyadarkanku. Masih belum sempat aku sampaikan padamu, ya?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7357840139901340474-5211871176662234809?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/5211871176662234809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=5211871176662234809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5211871176662234809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5211871176662234809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/12/mengenalmu.html' title='Mengenalmu'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-8035243750066073724</id><published>2011-12-25T08:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:03:17.253+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>25.12.1991 - 25.12.2011, 20 years and going strong</title><content type='html'>Selamat natal semuanya! Buat yang merayakan, dan juga yang tidak. Buat yang merayakan, semoga kelahiran Yesus Kristus bisa membawa sesuatu yang baru untuk hidup kita semua. Buat yang tidak merayakan, semoga liburan natal bisa menjadi suatu penebusan yang manis setelah setahun bekerja keras. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak lepas dari bahagia natal ini, gue ulang tahun juga! Terdengar seperti kebahagiaan yang berlipat - lipat ya? Hehehe. Engga kok, sebenarnya biasa saja. Budaya natal disini tidak semeriah di luar sana, jadi biasa saja. Menurut gue, semangat natal disini lebih pada perasaan bahagia dan semangat untuk menyambut Yesus Kristus, dibanding merayakan secara fisik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat ulang tahun yang cukup banyak mengalir ke gue hari ini cukup membangkitkan semangat untuk jadi lebih baik ke depannya. Ucapan selamat yang rata - rata berisi "All the Best", cukup memotivasi gue bilang. Terlepas ucapan itu sudah terlalu biasa, dan seperti keluar otomatis dari mulut kita saat mengucapkan selamat ke seseorang, "All the Best" punya makna tersendiri. Bagaimana kita bisa terus berusaha untuk mendapat semua yang terbaik yang kita bisa dan menjauhi yang buruk. Bagaimana kita bisa menjauhi yang buruk dan menjadi berkat bagi sesama kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ini, tahun ke-20 gue hidup, dan masih berharap bisa terus berlanjut seterusnya. Masih banyak yang belum gue lengkapi di dunia ini. Satu yang paling menggelitik yaitu masalah pacar. Setelah 20 tahun, apakah tahun ini saatnya? I hope so. Hal lain, yang tidak kalah pentingnya, gue belum dibaptis. Gue berharap ada jalan yang dibukakan untuk kesana. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di umur ke-20 ini, gue pengen jadi lebih baik. Pastinya ya. Secara spesifik, gue pengen mulai berpenghasilan sendiri, entah dari bidang apapun yang mungkin. Hal ini udah rutin masuk dalam doa malam gue, semoga bisa terlaksana ya, Amin. Selain itu, gue berharap untuk bisa lebih bijaksana dalam mengambil keputusan. Semoga semua keputusan yang gue ambil bisa membawa hal yang baik buat gue dan orang - orang sekitar gue, Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya ya, semoga semangat natal ini bisa membawa kita berjalan lebih jauh lagi dalam damai Tuhan. &lt;i&gt;This is me being religious &lt;/i&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-8035243750066073724?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/8035243750066073724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=8035243750066073724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8035243750066073724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8035243750066073724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/12/25121991-25122011-20-years-and-going.html' title='25.12.1991 - 25.12.2011, 20 years and going strong'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-663412465770333258</id><published>2011-12-16T17:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:03:51.984+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonfiksi'/><title type='text'>Lady Gaga, antek Illuminati?</title><content type='html'>Tulisan ini berdasarkan research kecil - kecilan tadi malam, yang sempat gue tweet juga.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, gue cukup penasaran dengan penampilan Lady Gaga yang cukup nyeleneh itu, dan video klipnya yang ceritanya sulit untuk ditangkap akal sehat, serta semua gimmicks yang ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi malam, iseng - iseng gw googling masalah ini, mulai dari beberapa website yang menuduh Lady Gaga adalah antek Illuminati yang terkenal itu, sampai ada wawancara yang dilakukan salah satu website langsung dengan Lady Gaga. Kira - kira begini ceritanya :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga terlahir dari keluarga yang cukup mapan, beragama Katolik Roma. Dia disekolahkan di sekolah khusus putri, yang semacam Santa Ursula kalo di Jakarta. Dengan pengajaran agama yang sangat ketat. Lady Gaga, awalnya bernama Stefanie Germanotta, merupakan murid yang pintarnya diatas rata - rata. Dia berbakat dalam musik, tari, dan bidang seni lainnya. Jadilah dia melanjutkan sekolahnya di sekolah seni di NY kabarnya satu sekolah dengan superstar Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, skip skip skip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini, agama Lady Gaga diragukan, ada yang bilang dia pemuja setan, Illuminati, atau sebagainya. Berdasarkan riset google semalam, kabarnya ada operasi rahasia CIA, di tahun 1950-an namanya MKULTRA. Itu semacam misi yang berhubungan dengan mind-control, brainwashing, dan pemanfaatan manusia lainnya dengan bahan - bahan kimia lainnya. Dicurigai, Lady Gaga terlibat dalam misi itu, sebagai korbannya. Hal ini semakin diperkuat dengan definisi "Gaga" dalam bahasa inggris yang berarti &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;intensely enthusiastic about or preoccupied with". Apakah dia dibawah pengaruh CIA ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam suatu interviewnya, Lady Gaga bilang bahwa dia percaya Tuhan itu ada, entah dalam bentuk apa. Dan dia percaya, Tuhan itu ada dalam diri para fans-nya. Sempat terlihat pula di salah satu video klipnya yang berjudul "You and I", terlihat Lady Gaga membuat tanda salib, yang merupakan simbol kekatolikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai sekarangpun, penampilan Lady Gaga masih sulit dijelaskan dan diterima akal sehat. Apakah dia seperti itu demi popularitas saja, atau ada maksud yang diusungnya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-663412465770333258?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/663412465770333258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=663412465770333258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/663412465770333258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/663412465770333258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/12/lady-gaga-antek-illuminati.html' title='Lady Gaga, antek Illuminati?'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-4345096786124358066</id><published>2011-12-16T16:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:04:03.351+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerpen'/><title type='text'>I.L.U</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Ini bukan malamyang panjang, namun bukan juga yang singkat. Daun jendela yang kadang menutupotomatis kena semburan angin malam, pintu yang terus – terusan menutup padahalingin dibuka. Rasanya malam ini cukup mewakili perasaanku, disamping derasnyahujan yang seakan terus meraung – raung benci. Lantunan pemutar musikku jugatanpa daya menyerah pada derasnya hujan, sehingga cuma sepatah – dua patahlirik yang terdengar dari lagu yang dimainkan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Ingin rasanya akumenghambur keluar, berteriak di tengah hujan. Melakukan apa yang inginkulakukan sekarang, menangis. Dengan begitu mungkin derai tangisku akantersembunyi, tersaru dengan hujan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Adalah dia, yangpertama, dan yang kuharap jadi yang terakhir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Diana namanya, parasnya biasa saja, cantik jugabiasa saja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Kibasan rambutnyatidak semenggoda bintang iklan sampo kecantikan itu, wajahnya tidak secerahartis manapun yang bisa kau sebutkan. Tapi hatinya luar biasa. Hati itulah yangbisa membawa lelaki manapun terbang ke surga tertingginya. Hati itulah yang bisamembuatku melepaskan kata – kata yang sebelumnya sulit terucap, ”I love you”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Aku, salah satuaset terbesar yang dimiliki negeri ini. Bukannya sombong, tapi hampir di seluruhgelaran kompetisi sains yang pernah diadakan di negeri ini, pasti kau temukan namakudisana. Di tempat tertinggi pastinya. Di salah satu sudut kamarku, berdiridengan bangganya satu set lemari kaca besar, dengan piala – piala hasil kerjakerasku terpampang gagah di dalamnya. Tapi itu semua tidak membuatku punyakebanggaan yang cukup untuk membawaku keluar dari kamar dan mulai melangkahmaju. Hari – hariku cukup banyak dipenuhi dengan diktat – diktat tebal, pulpenberbagai rupa, dari yang tebal hingga yang lebih tipis dari rambutmu sendiri,kertas – kertas soal bertebaran hampir di seluruh sudut kamar. Semua itu yangharus dibayar demi piala – piala gagah yang sombong itu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Romantisme malamitu tidak berlangsung lama. Sesaat setelah hujan reda, Andre, salah satu jeniussains sepertiku mampir kerumah. ”Reza!”, teriaknya dari balik pagar depan.Kuintip dari balik tirai jendela kamarku, Andre membawa setumpuk diktat fisikamiliknya, serta satu tas penuh berisi soal – soal fisika terapan yangdidalaminya setahun ini. ”Yaa!”, jawabku dari balik tirai sambil berlalu kepintu depan. ”Sudah siap belum buat seleksi besok?”, sembur Andre yang sangattelak menamparku di pipi kanan kiri, karena selembar pun belum kupelajari.”Belum, Dre. Yuk ke kamar aja!”, jawabku pura – pura terlihat santai sambilmenyembunyikan bekas tangisan tadi. ”Udah hampir subuh kali, Dre. Ngapain kamukesini?”, tantangku. ”Kamu juga kok belum tidur? Kukira lagi belajar, jadi yaaku datang aja, mau belajar bareng.”, jawabnya lebih santai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Akhirnya, sesibelajar dadakan itu pun berakhir, tepat pukul enam. Andre pun segera pulanguntuk bersiap berangkat kuliah, begitupun denganku. Dengan raut muka yang sudahtak keruan hasil belajar tadi, ditambah tangisan tadi malam, perlu hampir satujam aku di dalam sana. Cuma diam memandangi wajah seseorang di balik cermin,apakah dia bernyawa? Apa yang akan dia lakukan jika jadi diriku? Entahlah, diajuga tidak menjawab.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Tidak kulihatDiana di kampus, aroma parfumnya pun tidak sempat lewat depan hidungku. Apa diasudah pulang? Dengan siapa?. Biasanya dia pasti menungguku, selama apapun. Kuputuskansaja pulang sendiri, dengan pikiran yang terus mengganggu, serta perasaanbersalah apabila ternyata ia menungguku, tapi aku yang tidak melihatnya. Adapikiran kecil yang menyuruhku berbalik, tapi aku terus saja jalan. Sesampainyadirumah, tepat sekali begitu aku menutup pagar seusai memarkir motor, petirmenyambar dan hujan mulai turun lagi dengan derasnya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Tak mampu lagikutahan perasaan itu, perasaan bersalah dan khawatir yang kalau dikolaborasikanbisa jadi satu penyebab kematian terhebat di bumi ini. Segera kukirim pesansingkat untuk memastikan ia baik – baik saja. Satu pesan, dua pesan, tigapesan, tidak dibalas. Sudah cukup pikirku, segera kutelepon ponselnya. Adanada, tapi terus tidak diangkat, sudah kucoba berulang kali, masih tidak diangkat.Ada yang salah sepertinya. Hingga akhirnya diangkat, segera kukenali darisepatah ”Halo” yang dia ucapkan, ini bukan suara Diana! ”Halo, ini HP-nya Dianakan? Mana Diana?”, tanyaku cepat. ”Pak, maaf, mungkin yang bapak maksud itupemilik HP ini ya? Dia baru saja ketabrak mobil waktu menyeberang, sekaranglagi dilarikan ke rumah sakit, Pak”, jawab suara disana tak kalah cepat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Segera kusiapkanmotorku, lalu pergi secepat mungkin ke rumah sakit. Dengan pikiran yang campuraduk, aku melaju kencang di jalanan basah bekas hujan, berusaha secepat mungkinuntuk sampai ke rumah sakit. Sesampainya, aku segera mencari kamar tempat Dianadirawat, aku bertanya dengan nafas yang tersengal – sengal, sampai satpam disebelahku perlu menenangkanku. Dari kejauhan, tampak tante Mia, mamanya Diana,om Paulus, papanya, serta Ricky, kakaknya. Bukan niatku untuk&amp;nbsp; tidak hormat, tapi aku bertanya langsungtanpa basa – basi, ”Dimana Diana?”. Mereka tampak bersamaan mengarahkanku padasatu pintu dengan tatapannya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Langsung kuraihgagang pintu, dan kubuka perlahan. Antara aku takut pada kenyataan yangterbaring di depanku dan perasaan bersalah yang sudah terakumulasi begitubanyak plus bunganya, yang seketika dapat memecahkan tangisku. Tapi akuberusaha tetap tenang dan melangkah masuk. Terlihat Diana, terbaring lemah diranjang, dengan kepala terbalut perban dan lengan yang terbujur kaku terbalutgips. ”Reza..”, panggilnya lemah. ”Ya, Di. Aku disini. Maaf ya, tadi siang akulangsung pulang, aku harus siap – siap buat seleksiku minggu depan.. Aku..”,tiba – tiba, Diana dengan lemah meletakkan telunjuknya di bibirku yang dekat.”Sshh.”, desisnya pelan. Tampak air mata juga mulai berderai membasahi pipinya,sambil terisak dia membisikkanku sesuatu. ”I love you, Za.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7357840139901340474-4345096786124358066?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/4345096786124358066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=4345096786124358066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4345096786124358066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4345096786124358066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/12/ilu.html' title='I.L.U'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-3453084169310471660</id><published>2011-12-16T14:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:04:14.898+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerpen'/><title type='text'>"... if we ever meet again"</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Siang itu, dibalik tembok sebuah rumah kopi tersohor di &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, aku menguraisemua kisah lalu, semua tawa, semua isak tangis yang pernah kami lewatibersama. Wangi kopi yang khas menyelip masuk pikiranku, bersama semua hal yangsebelumnya ada menjadi satu kombinasi mematikan yang siap memaksaku menitikkanair mata saat itu juga. Aku perlu tahu, sejauh mana kami telah berjalan danapakah perjalanan ini bisa terus berlanjut, atau cukuplah sampai disini. &lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Hampir 3 tahun kami membagi semua, dankini kami ada di persimpangan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Apakah menambah masa kami bersama, ataukah harus kucari orang lain lagi. Sangatmembingungkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Pandangankukutujukan pada pasangan muda – mudi diseberang sana. Mereka tampak sangatbahagia. Terbahak, saling memegang tangan, dan bahkan saling membuang pandangansesekali. Terasa ada energi yang kuat disana, yang cukup memanggilku untukberjalan kesana dan meminta petuah – petuah mereka dalam berhubungan. Oh ya,akal sehatku tiba – tiba menampar. Apa yang terjadi, wanita dewasa 24 tahun,cukup mapan, dan menarik sepertiku tertatih – tatih datang kehadapan dua anakbau kencur untuk sepotong nasehat? Langsung kupalingkan wajahku dari merekaberdua, sebelum mereka bisa melihatku didalam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Saat itu semuarasanya buram, tidak ada yang benar – benar jelas di mataku. Bahkan ketikabarista langgananku mengantarkan &lt;i&gt;latte &lt;/i&gt;pesananku,ya, memang aku cukup dapat pelayanan khusus disini. Saat pelanggan lain harusmengantri panjang yang pasti akan memotong umur mereka selama beberapa jam, akutinggal duduk di sofa favoritku dan berteriak ”Jodi!”, dan dalam beberapa menitsecangkir &lt;i&gt;latte &lt;/i&gt;duduk sama cantiknyadihadapanku. Aku sontak menampar cangkir yang ia bawa, sampai semua mata dirumah kopi itu tertuju padaku, dan Jodi kembali jadi korban. Celemek baristanyaberlumuran &lt;i&gt;whipped cream&lt;/i&gt; tamparanku.Maaf.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Sesegera itu,langsung kubereskan semua bawaanku dan pergi dari sana. Aku tidak tahan lagidengan semua tatapan aneh dan decakan yang entah kagum atau heran itu. Akuberantakan sekali. Jalanku ke mobil cuma kuhabiskan menatap lantai, langkahdemi langkah, decit demi decit sepatuku yang bisa kudengar sangat jelas. Saatkubuka pintu mobil dua pintuku, tiba – tiba handphoneku bernyanyi, &lt;i&gt;”..if we ever meet again..”&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Ternyata Bimo,dalang dari semua insiden hari ini, wajah lucunya muncul di layar, sambilkurasakan getaran – getaran, entah dari hatiku atau dari handphoneku. Bimo,orang terakhir yang kucintai, satu – satunya yang bisa mengambil pedih dihatiku dan menggantikannya dengan kasih. Bahkan orang tuaku pun kesulitan, hariini bisa secara mengejutkan meneleponku, setelah semua yang terjadi hari ini.Mungkin itulah jodoh kata orang. Aku tak langsung mengangkat teleponnya,sekedar membuat dia menunggu lebih lama untuk bicara denganku, padahal akutelah menunggu hampir 3 tahun lamanya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;”Halo,” sapakusingkat, sambil deg – degan menunggu keluar suaranya yang kutunggu – tunggu.”Wina, ini Wina kan?” jawab suara diseberang sana. ”Iya lah Momo! Ini Wina,emang siapa lagi?”. ”Hai, Win, apa kabarmu? Aku lagi di bandara nih, 2 jam lagisampai Jakarta. Eh, aku boarding dulu ya! See you!”. ”klik”, suara teleponditutup, tanpa sempat kujawab sepatah pun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Ketemu. Bimo.Kangen. Banget. Kata – kata itu yang terus berputar di kepalaku, bagai anakkecil dalam balutan baju pesta menyambut tumpukan kado ulang tahundihadapannya. Bahagia sekali! Segera saja, kutekan gas mobilku lebih kencangkarena aku terlalu senang, dan supaya bisa lebih cepat sampai dirumah bersiap –siap untuk lalu ke bandara menjemput Bimo. Langsung lupa insiden tadi pagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV" style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;( 3 jamkemudian.. )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Sudah hampir limakali aku mondar – mandir terminal kedatangan, sudah puluhan tawaran taksikutolak tapi tetap saja belum kulihat ada tanda – tanda Bimo disini. Akhirnyaaku menyerah, kuketik pesan di handphoneku, ”Mo, kamu udah di Jakarta ya beb?Kok tadi aku jemput kamu di bandara ga ada? Udah punya bandara pribadi yang akuga tau ya? :p”. Terkirim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Dalamperjalananku pulang, setelah &lt;i&gt;surprise&lt;/i&gt;yang gagal total, aku terus merasa was – was sambil tangan kiriku terus memegangihandphone, kalau – kalau ada balasan dari Bimo, yang sampai sekarangpun belumdatang. Aku terus bertanya –tanya, apa sih yang ada di pikirannya Bimo, sampaisekarang belum ada kabarnya. Apa dia betulan sudah di Jakarta atau belum? Atauada apa – apa yang terjadi, sampai belum bisa memberi kabar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;Esok paginya,lebih pagi dari Bruno, anjingku sudah menggedor – gedor pintu kamarku mintadiajak main, Bimo menelepon. ”Mo! Kemana aja sih kamu? Aku hubungin darikemarin ga bisa – bisa! Kamu udah sampai kan beb?”, tanyaku panjang dan terburu– buru. ”Hey Win, sori ya baru bisa telpon kamu sekarang, dari kemarin akubanyak banget pikiran. Oh ya, bisa kita ketemu Win? Di tempat biasa ya, jam 2. &lt;/span&gt;Akumau kasih tau kamu sesuatu. See you there ya!”. Klik, telepon ditutup. Akubertanya – tanya dalam hati, apa yang membuat Bimo bicara begitu cepat, tidakseperti biasanya dia sangat santai. “Pasti ada sesuatu nih”, pikirku. Entahpikiran ini datang darimana, tapi aku punya perasaan kuat Bimo akan melamarkunanti. Mungkin pikiran gila ya, terlalu pede mungkin. Oh, sangat pede maksudku!&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tepat pukul dua, aku sudah siap dengan nyaman di sofafavoritku di rumah kopi. Sesekali kubuka cermin kecilku, memastikan tidak adayang kurang dari penampilanku. Sambil terus melihat arloji dan handphonebersamaan dengan kakiku yang tidak bisa diam, jadilah aku manusia &lt;i&gt;multitasking &lt;/i&gt;paling menarik di rumahkopi ini. “Ting tong”, suara bel berbunyi saat pintu utama terbuka, mungkinsalah satu ucapan selamat datang yang mereka anggap paling sopan disini. Bimomasuk perlahan sambil menahan pintu untuk…, Siapa? Siapa itu disana?. Sesosokbidadari cantik, ya kuakui memang cantik, berbalut gaun merah pendek, terlihatdengan anggun dan manjanya menggandeng lengan Bimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SV"&gt;“Win, maaf aku gakasih tau kamu sebelumnya. Ini pacar baruku, teman sekampusku dari Amerika,kebetulan temanku juga dulu waktu SMA.”. Aku tidak tahu mesti berbuat apa,marah bukan solusi tepat tampaknya. Memprotesnya pun tidak ada gunanya. Segerakukemas semua barang – barangku, dan pergi dari tempat itu, tanpa ada sepatahkatapun lepas dari mulutku.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/7357840139901340474-3453084169310471660?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/3453084169310471660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=3453084169310471660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3453084169310471660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3453084169310471660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/12/if-we-ever-meet-again.html' title='&quot;... if we ever meet again&quot;'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-8387253065749961332</id><published>2011-11-24T16:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:04:29.614+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerpen'/><title type='text'>Listrik padam.</title><content type='html'>Udara sore yang cukup menyejukkan menerobos masuk bersama sinar matahari sore yang mulai jingga, dan wangi khas yang cukup kukenali, hasil dari ratusan ribu sore yang telah lewat. Tidak berubah. Akupun tidak, selalu menatap balok pipih berukuran sembilan belas inci yang memancarkan cahaya, sambil sesekali memunculkan huruf dan angka didalamnya. Bukan sihir, komputer namanya. Dari kananku terdengar samar - samar gemerisik ocehan penyiar berita televisi lokal ibukota paling kondang. Kadang terdengar suara desisan lembut, kadang berisik, dan kadang hening, kipas angin tua yang selalu setia berputar dari siang hingga malam yang nampaknya mulai kepayahan berputar dan ingin diam saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khusus sore itu, aku terdiam. Hal yang tidak biasanya kulakukan, jemari yang tidak kuadukan dengan jajaran tombol hitam. Mata yang cuma tertuju pada satu titik, tanpa peduli ada apa disana, dan aku terbungkuk tanpa topangan sandaran bangku. Piksel demi piksel kutelusuri, berharap kutemukan sesuatu yang hidup, bukan hanya tulisan tak bernyawa atau gambar tak berjiwa. Sampai akhirnya, di piksel keseratus delapan puluh satu kutemukan sesuatu. Setitik merah, diantara ratusan ribu biru. Aha, ini yang kucari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumundurkan badanku dari meja sambil terus memandangi titik yang sama. Tidak berubah, tetap saja merah. Dikelilingi biru. Kukedipkan mataku, sambil berharap merah itu hilang, tidak hilang. Gantian aku memandangi televisi yang sedang menayangkan kekerasan, lalu dengan cepat aku menoleh lagi ke layar sembilan belas inci itu. Masih ada. "Gila." pikirku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamulah merah itu, menandingi biru. Memberhentikan aku pada seratus-delapan-puluh-satu percobaan yang kutempuh. Terus memantulkan sinarmu yang paling terang, memastikan kau tidak hilang dari tatapanku. Sampai akhirnya kucoba menyentuhmu. Tiba - tiba kau hilang, digantikan hitam. Listrik padam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-8387253065749961332?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/8387253065749961332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=8387253065749961332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8387253065749961332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8387253065749961332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/11/listrik-padam.html' title='Listrik padam.'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-7552060253862396885</id><published>2011-11-04T22:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:04:40.714+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>#randomthoughts</title><content type='html'>Saya bisa bilang kalau saya orang yang cukup peka, bukannya apa - apa, saya cuma bisa sedikit menebak - nebak maksud orang dalam perkataannya. Sedikit saja ya, biasanya maksud orang selalu tersirat dari air mukanya, kalau tidak tersurat dalam rangkaiannya. Sudah begitu, besarlah peluang untuk tersinggung, dari kata - kata orang dan maksudnya yang kadang menusuk, walaupun tidak secara gamblang dia katakan sih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tersinggung. Hmm, apa yang biasa kita lakukan kalau tersinggung? Diam saja, berontak, atau bicarakan dibelakang? :) Kalau saya, selama masih bisa diterima, saya akan cenderung diam, melihat lebih jauh apa yang bakal dia lakukan selanjutnya. Kalau akan mereda, tidak ada gunanya kan marah - marah? Ya, kecuali kalau setelah itu dia semakin senang, aku mungkin akan memilih diantara dua pilihan tersisa. Sejujurnya masih bingung pilih yang mana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permainan perasaan itu kadang menyenangkan, seringkali menyakitkan. Jangan permainkan perasaan siapapun untuk maksud apapun. Tidak akan berguna. Kalaupun berguna, itupun tidak serius. Kan cuma main - main :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-7552060253862396885?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/7552060253862396885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=7552060253862396885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/7552060253862396885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/7552060253862396885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/11/randomthoughts.html' title='#randomthoughts'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-8506664298918216310</id><published>2011-10-27T22:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:05:01.491+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerpen'/><title type='text'>48</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 26px;"&gt;Aku cuma bisa diam, diam menatap keheningan yang akhirnya tampak jelas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 26px;"&gt;Kulihat ia seperti berkata - kata, sesuatu yang sulit kubaca dari bibirnya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 26px;"&gt;Sepertinya "A", tapi ia mengatupkan mulutnya, sepertinya "S", tapi tak kudengar desisannya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 26px;"&gt;Aku terus menatapnya, ia seperti berbisik dengan suara yang sangat jelas ke telingaku, katanya, "48".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 26px;"&gt;Tanpa sempat kuartikan bisikannya, ia segera memecahkan dirinya lewat langkah berderap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 26px;"&gt;Langkah berderap tak berjejak seakan mendekatiku, semakin dekat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 26px;"&gt;Semakin dekat. Kurasakan desir angin mulai setara desir darahku, ia makin mendekat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 26px;"&gt;Hingga akhirnya kulihat pintu terbuka dihadapanku, gelak tawa gembira seakan memanggil namaku.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 26px;"&gt;"Aku belum siap", kataku sambil kumundurkan langkahku, segera berlari..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 26px;"&gt;"Bahagiaku belum sampai, mereka masih menungguku", sambil terus berlari..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 26px;"&gt;Berlari terus, sambil membayangkan kebahagiaan menungguku disana. Tanpa jemu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 26px;"&gt;Sampai aku terjatuh ditengahnya, dan aku sadar "48" ku telah lewat. Hanya untuk berlari..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 26px;"&gt;Penantian dan pencarianku yang cuma diakhiri dengan berlari, dari semua yang mendatangiku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-8506664298918216310?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/8506664298918216310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=8506664298918216310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8506664298918216310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8506664298918216310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/10/48.html' title='48'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-1783010200247601293</id><published>2011-10-01T18:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:05:13.935+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Going Concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Setelah hampir satu minggu pikiran saya terus saja diintervensi bayang - bayangnya, sekarang saya mau mencoba untuk sedikit melepas beban yang semakin berat menggantung di bahu ini. Bukan beban yang jelas - jelas buruk, tapi harapan kosong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mungkin hanya pikiran saya saja yang terus - terusan negatif, atau sepenuhnya benar, saya tidak tahu. Rasanya seperti dijanjikan sesuatu (tidak secara harafiah), lalu ditinggalkan begitu saja. Ironis bukan? Tergantung, apakah janji - janji itu memakan hampir seminggu penuh untuk direalisasikan dalam asumsi saya, atau hanya saya yang terlalu ngarep, dan bahkan tidak ada apa - apa seminggu kemarin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sejujurnya, saya agak tidak enak hati menulis ini. Takut - takut apa yang saya katakan disini mengacaukan segalanya yang sepertinya baik - baik saja, merusak proses ngarep &amp;nbsp;saya dengan menghilangkan objeknya dari jangkauan saya. Entahlah, tapi saya merasa perlu mengeluarkan ini dari kepala saya. For my own good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pertimbangan dan batasan yang dibuat ini malah akan mengaburkan kaidah cinta yang seutuhnya. Kata - kata ini akan saya jabarkan lagi secara lebih dalam dengan adanya contoh yang terlibat. Sebut saja, seorang wanita yang cantik, menarik, dan memiliki segalanya yang ia perlukan untuk menarik para pria. Ia sungguh memesona seluruh mata disekelilingnya, sambil melempar harapan - harapan bagi pria - pria disana. Ia ada dalam posisi yang baik, dimana ada rasa aman di hatinya bahwa ia tidak akan kesulitan mencari pasangan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Namun permasalahannya, ia tidak pernah tahu, seperti apa yang ia inginkan. Sementara dalam kebingungannya itu, ia terus saja melemparkan harapan demi harapan pada pria - pria lain sekaligus menyamarkan kegelisahan dalam hatinya. Hal itu memang membuatnya bahagia, saat pria - pria yang menangkap harapan itu mulai menunjukkan yang terbaik yang mereka bisa, membuatnya seakan ratu sejagat, yang tanpa mereka tahu, tidak ada seorangpun dari mereka yang punya kesempatan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Saat ia masih menikmati kesenangannya mempermainkan pria - pria tadi, ada beberapa dari mereka yang mulai menyadari, ternyata harapan yang mereka tangkap itu sebenarnya tiada. Hanya tipuan kosmik yang seakan tampak nyata. Dan bagi mereka yang sadar, mereka akan mundur perlahan sambil menyesali betapa bodohnya mereka telah salah duga. Dan tentu saja itu akan menyebar, dan serentak mereka akan mundur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tinggallah ia sendirian, yang kenyamanannya tiba - tiba direnggut. Tanpa sisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ya, kira - kira itulah yang terlintas di kepala saya saat ini. Dan tolong, demi apapun jangan sampai hal itu terjadi. Saya merasa saya bukan hanya seperti pria - pria tadi, saya juga sahabatnya. Yang sedikit banyak peduli dengannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Maafkan atas ke-kepo-an dan ke-soktahu-an ini. Cuma mengungkapkan apa yang saya pikirkan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-1783010200247601293?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/1783010200247601293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=1783010200247601293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1783010200247601293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1783010200247601293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/10/going-concern.html' title='Going Concern'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-4728296229307097373</id><published>2011-09-28T22:51:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:05:23.045+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Pilihan itu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beberapa hari kebelakang saya banyak disibukkan dengan memilah - milah. Pilih kamera apa? Kenapa pilih itu? Kalo dibandingkan sama yang lain gimana? Banyak sekali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kemarin, dalam perjalanan ke kampus, tiba - tiba Papa saya menawarkan kamera baru. Wah, asyik sekali! Akhirnya setelah 2 tahun lebih berjuang dengan 1000D, saya berkesempatan ganti kamera baru yang lebih canggih. Hmm, pilihan saya langsung jatuh pada 7D, dengan pertimbangan 5D Mark 2, dan 60D. Sebenarnya buat kalian - kalian yang mungkin ngerti kamera, ini bukan pilihan sulit. Pasti 5D Mark 2 lah ya, harga gak pernah bohong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Juga, buat sebagian orang bakal senang bukan kepalang dapat kesempatan seperti ini, beli kamera baru! Akhirnya naik kelas juga! Atau apalah yang masuk di akal. Hmm, saya juga sebenarnya senang sekali dapat kesempatan ini, bagaimana permintaan yang sudah diproposalkan 6 bulan yang lalu akhirnya bakal dipenuhi. Satu - satunya keresahan saya, saya bingung pilih yang mana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di satu sisi, saya tidak terlalu menginginkan format fullframe, tapi di sisi lain, fullframe sangat sulit ditolak. Banyak sekali alternatif - alternatif yang simpang siur di kepala saya. Kamera ini tambah lensa ini, terus jual yang ini beli yang itu. Kira - kira seperti itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sampai akhirnya saya pun memutuskan, selalu ada rasa kurang yakin terhadap pilihan saya itu. Padahal setelah ditimbang - timbang, alternatif yang saya pilih adalah yang paling menguntungkan. Mengapa? Mengapa saya masih bingung?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebenarnya, masalahnya bukan bagaimana saya memilih kamera, kamera apa yang saya pilih, dan mengapa saya pilih kamera itu. Saya ingin coba sedikit mengupas tentang "Pilihan". Banyak orang bilang, punya pilihan itu enak, kita bisa milih mana yang kita mau. Punya pilihan itu enak, bisa jadi siapa yang kita pilih. Bla bla bla. Pilihan, menurut pandangan saya baik jika kita punya dasar yang cukup untuk bisa memilih. Ada batasan - batasan yang kita buat sendiri dari pilihan kita itu, ada kesadaran penuh dalam menganalisis satu - persatu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Karena saya lagi jatuh cinta, topiknya tidak bakal jauh - jauh dari cinta - cintaan pastinya :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cinta itu tidak bisa memilih, cinta itu dipilih. Cinta itu tidak pernah berdasarkan logika, kecuali cinta buatan seperti yang saya bahas di posting sebelumnya. Jika didengarkan baik - baik, lagu Agnes Monica yang mengusung cinta dan logika itu ada benarnya. Bagaimana bisa seseorang mengingini lawan jenis yang sudah punya pasangan kalau katanya cinta pakai logika?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cinta tidak bisa memilih. Manusia punya pertimbangan - pertimbangan dalam memilih, batasan - batasan yang dibuatnya, apa yang benar dan apa yang salah. Pertimbangan dan batasan yang dibuat ini malah akan mengaburkan kaidah cinta yang seutuhnya. Bahwa cinta itu masalah hati. Apa yang ada dalam logikamu tidak pernah sejalan dengan hatimu. Saya merasakan itu benar sekali :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cinta itu dipilih, tidak bisa dipaksa. Bagaimanapun, semua sudah digariskan Tuhan, kita cuma bisa menjalaninya. Apakah kita dipilih sekarang, besok, lusa, atau entah kapan. Tanpa bisa kita tahu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tulisan ini berdasarkan pengamatan dan observasi selama hidup saya, jika ada kesalahan penangkapan maksud yang disengaja ataupun tidak disengaja, mohon maklum. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-4728296229307097373?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/4728296229307097373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=4728296229307097373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4728296229307097373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4728296229307097373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/09/pilihan-itu.html' title='Pilihan itu...'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-2517879449659853497</id><published>2011-09-27T23:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:05:31.568+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Cinta itu....</title><content type='html'>Pacaran. Satu kata singkat yang cukup satu tarikan napas ringan untuk menyebutkannya, namun sejuta emosi tercurah demi mendalaminya. Satu fase dimana perasaan sungguh memegang peranan terbesar, bahkan melangkahi kelogisan pikiran. Satu sinetron yang diharapkan terus berproduksi menyaingi "Tersanjung", melewati 5 generasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta. Semudah itukah diungkapkan? Sesingkat tiga kata delapan huruf yang tersohor itu? Tidak tahu. Saya belum pernah merasakan itu mudah. Selalu ada pikiran tersita, emosi tercurah untuk sang dia. Tidak pernah simpel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat siapapun yang melihat cinta itu mudah, bisa dipelajari, bisa direncanakan, bahkan bisa direkayasa. Tolong, itu bukan yang saya maksud. Bagaimana ada kiat - kiat ampuh mendekati wanita yang digembar - gemborkan lewat media, lewat seminar - seminar romansa. Dengan instruktur - instruktur berpengalaman bertahun - tahun dengan ribuan wanita, mereka menunjukkan bagaimana mudahnya menggaet sang dia, dengan gaya, dengan cepat, bermacam - macam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istilah "Bisa karena biasa", cukup masuk akal jika disematkan pada mereka - mereka ini. Entah ribuan wanita yang jatuh hati karena teknik - teknik spektakuler, gaya yang proporsional, dan semua yang serba teratur. Keteraturan yang menghancurkan, kalau saya bilang. Bagaimana bisa, membiasakan diri dengan cinta, yang katanya mudah itu, jika semuanya dilakukan dengan keteraturan penuh. Pertama - tama, kamu harus begini, lalu kamu begitu, kalau dia begini, kamu harus begitu. Jangan pernah begini, jangan pernah begitu. Seakan - akan mereka tahu semua. Tuhan kali?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepengalaman saya, cinta itu hampir tidak bisa saya definisikan. Kadang menyenangkan, kadang juga menyesatkan. Kala saya mulai bisa mendefinisikannya, itu langsung berubah. Mungkin saya tidak sesiap mereka alumni - alumni seminar itu yang tahu bagaimana mengontrol keadaan, bagaimana merubah keadaan canggung jadi langsung. Sungguh, saya tidak tahu itu semua. Tapi satu hal yang saya tahu, saya senang berada didekatnya, meskipun hanya hening, meski tak berpandangan, tak bersentuhan. Itulah cinta bagi saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan kegalauan ini, sungguh tidak tahu lagi saya kemana mesti mengadu selain kesini :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-2517879449659853497?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/2517879449659853497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=2517879449659853497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/2517879449659853497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/2517879449659853497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/09/cinta-itu.html' title='Cinta itu....'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-3357468752134659770</id><published>2011-09-26T19:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:05:42.528+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>Sudah lama sekali saya tidak ngomel - ngomel disini. Terus aja ada yang menghalangi jemari ini beradu dengan papan ketik, dan tentu saja si penghalang itu adalah si tikus. Penggunaan komputer saya hampir tidak pernah menyentuh papan ketik, selalu cuma tangan kanan meng-klak-klik si tikus yang bisa berjalan kesana kemari. Sekarang saya bosan, mau coba ketak - ketik saja. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penerimaan, apakah itu? Apa pentingnya? Apa masalahnya?. Tanpa saya sadari ya, saya selalu terbuka untuk menerima, apa saja deh. Mulai dari ejekan - ejekan, teriakan - teriakan, sampai saran - saran yang mungkin bisa membangun saya. Menerima mungkin saja merupakan suatu hal yang paling bisa kita lakukan dengan baik. Cukup dengan senyuman kecil atau lebar dan dibarengi dengan sepatah "Terimakasih". Menerima, entah bagaimana caranya selalu bisa membuat kita berpikir. Menerima hal yang baik, kita berpikir, "Wah, orang itu baik sekali, saya harus balas dia!". Menerima hal yang buruk, kita berpikir, "Wah, siapa orang ini, bisa - bisanya ngatain gue!", atau lebih baiknya, "Hmm, dia mungkin benar yah, coba gue liat kedalem dulu yeh". Respon yang berbeda - beda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menerima, bisa dari luar, bisa juga dari dalam. Menerima dari dalam? Ya, dari dalam. Dari diri kita sendiri. Banyak sekali kasus ketidakterimaan yang saya lihat di lingkungan saya, mulai dari fisik, sampai yang paling parah pikirannya tidak menerima jiwanya sendiri. Jadilah kontradiksi didalam dirinya yang malah bikin stres. Saya sendiri juga kadang tidak terima, kenapa yang lain bisa bicara lancar, tanpa susah payah, terus saya sendiri musti tarik napas dalem - dalem dulu kalo mau ngomong, capek tau. Balik lagi, penerimaan. Sampai sekarang saya masih mencoba menerima kekurangan saya itu, dengan mencari sesuatu yang bisa jadi kekuatan saya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kebohongan itu memang menyenangkan, tapi cuma sejenak. Kita dibuat lupa akan siapa sebenarnya kita, apa yang sebenarnya kita punya, dan mengapa kita seperti itu. Saya juga suka bermimpi, kadang - kadang suka keterusan akhirnya kebawa deh pikiran itu ke dunia nyata, akhirnya setelah tahu kebenarannya, jatuhlah saya dengan sakit. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhirnya yah, paragraf terakhir yang pendek ini. Bisakah kita menerima diri kita? Apa adanya, apa kataNya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7357840139901340474-3357468752134659770?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/3357468752134659770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=3357468752134659770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3357468752134659770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3357468752134659770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/09/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-1191667131823493377</id><published>2011-09-09T21:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:05:57.995+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>Derita Tanpa Cerita</title><content type='html'>Ada cerita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dibalik cerita,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dibalik cerita,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dibalik cerita,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa derita ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-1191667131823493377?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/1191667131823493377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=1191667131823493377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1191667131823493377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1191667131823493377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/09/derita-tanpa-cerita.html' title='Derita Tanpa Cerita'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-3950011716498447245</id><published>2011-09-08T21:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:06:15.267+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Aksi vs Fiksi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aksi. Satu kata empat huruf yang bisa mengubah semua persepsi dan asumsi. Menghapus semua bayangan dan menggantikannya dengan cahaya. Satu kata yang terus - menerus didengungkan, dan banyak menginspirasi segala aspek kehidupan, termasuk posting ini.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baru tadi sore saya menemukan sebaris kata - kata yang sungguh menginspirasi saya untuk beraksi. Menulis posting ini tentunya. "It's better to light a candle than curse the darkness". Begitu bunyinya. Apa yang langsung menerpa pikiran anda ? Kegelapan, sebatang lilin, seberkas cahaya, atau malah kemarahan yang menjalari benak anda ? Tentunya memang sulit apabila kita terjebak dalam kegelapan. Seringkali jalan menjadi kabur, sulit dikenali, dan semua hal terlihat sama saja. Hitam. Kegelapan dapat membelokkan kita dalam mengejar apa yang kita tuju.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebatang lilin memang terlihat remeh, hanya sebatang lilin. Tidak lebih. Namun dibalik keremehannya itu ia menyimpan sejuta potensi yang pastinya akan berguna saat gelap. Ia menerangi jalan, memberi pandangan yang jelas atas sekitar kita, dan yang paling penting, ia menghangatkan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Menyalakan lilin memang perkara mudah, hanya tinggal menggesekkan korek, lalu mendekatkannya pada sumbu lilin. Kita seringkali tidak pernah memikirkan apa resiko dari ritual penyalaan lilin tersebut, apakah nanti tiba - tiba koreknya jatuh dan apinya menjalari seluruh rumah kita, apakah korek yang kita pegang aman, adakah cacat produksi yang terlewatkan yang malah mencelakakan kita bukannya menyelamatkan ? Ini hal kecil, yang mungkin membuat anda berpikir, "Ah, mana mungkin?", atau dengan penuh keyakinan, tanpa ada pikiran apa - apa, yang penting kegelapan hilang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Proses pengambilan keputusan dalam hidup memang jauh lebih rumit dari perumpamaan lilin dan korek ini. Ada banyak aspek yang mempengaruhi selain korek dan lilin dan perasaan kita tentunya. Banyak aspek yang dapat menghambat kita menuju suatu aksi, penuh asumsi dan persepsi negatif yang mendorong niat kita hingga tidak lagi berniat. Kerumitan yang serba canggih ini, bagi sebagian dari kita, termasuk saya, cenderung mendorong kita untuk berpikir, mencari celah untuk menyederhanakannya, dan bahkan meninggalkannya sama sekali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejujurnya saya juga masih mencari jawaban atas pertanyaan ini, bagaimana seharusnya kita menyikapi hal ini. Sejak dulu, kita selalu didorong untuk berpikir saat menghadapi masalah, berharap ada pencerahan yang mendatangi kita dan melancarkan semua jalan. Namun, ketika pencerahan itu tak kunjung datang, apa yang kita harus lakukan ? Jawabannya pasti "Aksi". Apakah semudah dan sesimpel itukah kita harus memutuskan suatu perkara yang menyangkut kelangsungan hidup kita ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7357840139901340474-3950011716498447245?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/3950011716498447245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=3950011716498447245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3950011716498447245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3950011716498447245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/09/aksi-vs-fiksi.html' title='Aksi vs Fiksi'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-8882069117806678516</id><published>2011-09-07T23:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:06:29.745+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Sempurna tanpa cela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya percaya, semua manusia dan segala makhluk bernafas diciptakan sesuai kapasitasnya, kapasitas dalam menopang beban, melawan arus, menerima kesalahan, dan banyak hal lain yang tampak remeh tapi selalu berpengaruh dalam cara pandang kita terhadap orang lain. Terlalu banyak kriteria yang kita cantumkan dalam lembar penilaian kita. Semua hal itu cenderung menyarukan cara pandang alami kita, dimana kita bisa dengan santai tanpa syarat menyapa orang lain. Tanpa berpikiran aneh - aneh yang terlalu jauh dari kenyataan, semua asumsi kita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Belakangan, saya mulai menyadari bahwa terlalu banyak kriteria yang saya tuliskan dalam pikiran saya. Dalam kenyataannya, terlalu banyak kekecewaan yang saya terima akibat berpegang terlalu erat pada keteguhan saya itu. Semua kriteria yang saya pelajari dari kisah cinta yang lebih merupakan isapan jempol sang sutradara dibanding apa yang benar - benar ada. Menarik, bagaimana sang sutradara bisa menggambarkan pribadi si "manusia sempurna" itu dengan sungguh tanpa cela, dan terlihat nyata dan mendorong mereka mereka yang tidak pernah mengerti artinya "penerimaan" kedalam lubang yang jauh lebih dalam daripada bak mandi mereka sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Manusia, kadang dibalik kekurangannya justru menyembunyikan potensi yang sungguh tak terduga. Jika menurut saya, kebutaan itu sesuatu yang mengerikan, bagaimana seluruh hidup hanya melihat hitam, tanpa ada putih, dan warna - warni kehidupan. Kebutaan bisa saja merenggut semangat seseorang, meninggalkan orang itu dalam kegelapan yang lebih hitam dari pandangannya. Sungguh mengagumkan melihat seorang buta dengan tongkatnya, bisa berjalan kemana - mana seakan ia cuek saja dengan pandangan orang terhadapnya. Dia tak melihat, namun ia merasakannya. Mata hati yang lebih terasah, perasaan yang jauh lebih peka daripada kita sekalian. Sungguh merupakan karunia yang tidak ternilai. Mereka bisa melihat yang tidak kita lihat, memandangnya dari sudut lain yang jauh lebih manusiawi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Filosofi orang buta ini kembali menggedor - gedor pintu hati saya, untuk bisa memahami lebih dalam lagi keadaan sekitar saya, untuk bisa lebih "menerima" pemberianNya. Dan yang tidak akan saya lupakan, menghapus semua kriteria - kriteria yang penuh kesempurnaan itu dan menyiapkan lembaran putih dimana akan saya tuliskan semua yang telah saya terima. Bersyukur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-8882069117806678516?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/8882069117806678516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=8882069117806678516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8882069117806678516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8882069117806678516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/09/sempurna-tanpa-cela.html' title='Sempurna tanpa cela'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-4470465259267644471</id><published>2011-09-06T16:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:06:58.026+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Blog Sepi</title><content type='html'>Blog ini udah seperti teman curhat, kapan aja gue pengen nyampah, dia selalu ada dan selalu siapin berjuta - juta karakter buat gue ngomel. Cukup menyenangkan juga ngomel di blog, tanpa menyakiti perasaan siapapun, daripada ngomel langsung ke orangnya ya kan ? hehehe. Blog gue trafficnya sepi banget, belom tentu ada satu visitor sebulan, dan kalopun ada, paling cuma lewat doang. Terlalu banyak yang mau gue tumpahin ke blog ini, terlalu banyak juga hal - hal yang agak private. Tapi untung aja, blog gue gak ada yang ngunjungin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam blogger sepi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-4470465259267644471?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/4470465259267644471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=4470465259267644471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4470465259267644471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4470465259267644471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/09/blog-sepi.html' title='Blog Sepi'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-4743770418778280457</id><published>2011-09-06T00:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:06:44.537+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerpen'/><title type='text'>Jakarta oh Jakarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seperti lebaran tahun lalu, dua tahun lalu, dan berpuluh - puluh tahun lalu. Arus balik selalu lebih deras dari arus mudik. Banyak yang bisa dijanjikan kota sebesar Jakarta, godaan kerlap - kerlipnya yang kadang menyilaukan dan lebih tepatnya memilukan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari pertama kerja masih belum menampakkan tanda - tanda itu, banjiran kaum urban yang mencoba mengadu nasib ke kota yang katanya memberikan jutaan peluang ini. Jalanan masih cukup lengang saat aku dalam perjalanan pulang kuliah, dengan mobil minibus merah bernomor "14" yang sangat mencolok mata sampai - sampai tidak perlu memberi tahu kalau berhenti. Aku duduk di kursi depan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seperti biasanya, tatapanku kosong memandang jalan sambil kuseruput jus apel botolan yang baru kubeli, sambil sesekali kupandang supirnya untuk memastikan dia tidak ketiduran saking sepinya. Aku coba pecahkan keheningan sambil kurapikan ceceran uang receh di &lt;i&gt;dashboard&lt;/i&gt;. Sang supir menyapa, "Trimakasih dek.", "Iya pak." jawabku. Sang supir menyambung lagi, "Itu, buat polisi cepek di tikungan jalan, kasihan anak - anak kecil &amp;nbsp;disana.", hanya "Oh." sambungku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tikungan demi tikungan kami lewati, dan memang benar tidak pernah sepi dari &lt;i&gt;polisi cepek&lt;/i&gt;, sebutan bagi mereka yang rela hati mengatur lalu lintas dengan tangan atau sebentuk karton demi seratusan rupiah yang belum tentu mereka dapat. Pernah kuhitung omzet mereka sebulan &lt;i&gt;nyepek,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;dengan asumsi &lt;i&gt;gopek&lt;/i&gt;. Wah, hasilnya mengejutkan, setara UMR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tak terhitung sudah berapa banyak koinan yang si supir relakan, sampai iseng aku bertanya, "Gak rugi pak ngasih terus?". Sambil dalam hati aku menghitung. "Ndak lah, kasih sedikit lah ke mereka, perlu makan juga dia." jawab si supir sambil tertawa kecil. "Makin banyak orang kampung ke sini, ruwet dah Jakarta, kita mah bantu sebisanya deh." sambungnya lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku membatin, "Apa yang bisa aku lakukan untuk mereka?". "Apa Jakarta ini cuma seluas kampus ke rumah?". Terlalu banyak sisi kota ini yang belum kulihat, bagaimana mereka berusaha bertahan setelah dikhianati kota ini. Bagaimana dulu mereka meninggalkan kampungnya dengan mimpi selangit namun kini tinggal sesuap nasi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hingga akhirnya aku tiba di depan komplek perumahanku, kuingatkan supirnya agar berhenti, yang lagi - lagi mengandalkan warna merah mencoloknya sebagai lampu sen. Kuberikan selembar lima ribuan dan langsung menghambur keluar tanpa si supir sempat menyiapkan kembalian. Kupikir, inilah caraku membantu mereka, entah dengan menyemangati supirnya untuk memberi lebih ke &lt;i&gt;polisi cepek&lt;/i&gt;, atau gimana lah baiknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-4743770418778280457?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/4743770418778280457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=4743770418778280457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4743770418778280457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4743770418778280457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/09/jakarta-oh-jakarta.html' title='Jakarta oh Jakarta'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-403291763140418113</id><published>2011-09-02T00:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:07:08.644+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>Detik Terakhir</title><content type='html'>kala raga menjiwa,&lt;br /&gt;tanpa ada niat jiwa tuk meraga&lt;br /&gt;kala tangis mengisak,&lt;br /&gt;menyambar, menyapu semua tawa&lt;br /&gt;kala waktu mengejar,&lt;br /&gt;detik pun tak sungkan menyergap&lt;br /&gt;semua, tanpa ada ba bi bu&lt;br /&gt;hanya bisa lari,&lt;br /&gt;terus berlari tanpa henti&lt;br /&gt;hingga akhirnya,&lt;br /&gt;detik pun menyapa.&lt;br /&gt;terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-403291763140418113?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/403291763140418113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=403291763140418113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/403291763140418113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/403291763140418113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/09/detik-terakhir.html' title='Detik Terakhir'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-7028518981975358402</id><published>2011-09-01T09:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:07:19.853+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puisi'/><title type='text'>Pop.</title><content type='html'>Penyesalan. Atas apa yang tak dilakukan, apa yang ditunda, kini berakhir sudah. Ribuan kisah tak terkatakan, ribuan detik tersesali tanpa ada harapan untuk kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penghargaan. Atas semua pemberian, kasih sayang, dan pelukan lembut. Setiap pelukan sarat makna yang selalu melayangkan aku ke dunia penuh harapan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perasaan, semua yang sengaja atau tanpa sengaja terpikirkan, baik atau buruk. Takkan pernah merubah apa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku kagum, melebihi semua decak berirama. Selamat jalan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NB : Turut berduka cita, Jojo dan Keluarga. Tetap semangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-7028518981975358402?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/7028518981975358402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=7028518981975358402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/7028518981975358402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/7028518981975358402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/09/pop.html' title='Pop.'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-1512452089803355955</id><published>2011-08-28T00:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T01:24:21.603+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenagers' Mentality : Dragged Down</title><content type='html'>hey, it's me again, after a long long lonely time for this blog, finally tonight. i got this urge to say something about what i've just seen. this is only my personal view, no intention to mention anyone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you realise how teenagers could be more brutal than anyone older ? They fight for something aren't real, they are fighting their own feelings. They only know why they should get what they want, not really how to get what they want. They always get their parents pampering them, always giving them what they want. I think whoever believes in pampering to raise a child wasn't a good parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just witnessed a chaos that really describe what i mentioned above. I'll tell you how depressed it feels to see teenagers cursing at older people. All of unappopriate words i know have been mentioned, really sick kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could say that the problem is simple, there's no need to argue about that. What do you think about smoking in the gas-station ? is there an allowance to that ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what's the problem dragged them into a friction with gas-station officers, but what I know for sure, they are not chilled. What I heard, the kids said no to officers prohibited them to smoke, where there are signs everywhere said smoking is prohibited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's skip what happened in the following. What is sure, this friction needed police to take control over them. And I've overheard some cocky sentences from the kids, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"dia kira bapak gua orang biasa?", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"belom pernah digaplok pake duit kali ya?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and countless of unappopriate words you've never imagined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I need to make myself clear here is kids could be so uncontrollable when it's down to their pride. When there's someone keeps encouraging them to make mess, to prove that they have power, and looked good in front of their friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experience is the best teacher, but it would be impressive if you could learn from others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankyou for stopping by, I think I'm done talking here. Good night, folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-1512452089803355955?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/1512452089803355955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=1512452089803355955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1512452089803355955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1512452089803355955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/08/teenagers-mentality-dragged-down.html' title='Teenagers&apos; Mentality : Dragged Down'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-7166519671314962867</id><published>2011-07-12T11:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T11:25:46.278+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be Popular in Jakarta FOR DUMMIES</title><content type='html'>It's sad to know there's a lot more than being social, doing some interactions with others, existing in the society. There's a LOT more than you think!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays, we got our mind set that there are certain ways to be popular. You have to hang out there, got some coffee there, smoke your cigar there, and bla bla bla there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda suck for me. Think we need a guidelines to be popular here, where's the pride really matters, and people live for money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you need some example, or maybe evidence ? Just look at 7 Eleven Store around your neighborhood. Have you ever thought about how people just willing to sit around on the floor just to prove that they are existed ? So sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry to say that this is just my personal views about things in life, I didn't mind to sarcastically distract you guys. Just my view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7357840139901340474-7166519671314962867?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/7166519671314962867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=7166519671314962867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/7166519671314962867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/7166519671314962867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/07/how-to-be-popular-in-jakarta-for.html' title='How to be Popular in Jakarta FOR DUMMIES'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-9194687277015428114</id><published>2011-07-06T11:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:32:39.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'>living your dream into reality</title><content type='html'>how to live a dream without efforts to make it real ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these thoughts crossed all over my mind in past few days. when i dreamt a new dream, and tryin to give it a try to make it possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the next five years, i planned to start a new life abroad, specifically in the USA. i hope so bad :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, what i need is keep holding on to it, and make it a reason for every efforts i make afterwards, i don't want to make it useless. i believe that every hardwork i give, really worth-giving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i really want to build a life from zero, where i could possibly decide on anything by myself, so i take blame if it falls, and i take honor if succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought that it's a possible dream, so don't bother me dreaming. the more you live it, the more it become real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-9194687277015428114?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/9194687277015428114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=9194687277015428114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/9194687277015428114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/9194687277015428114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/07/living-your-dream-into-reality.html' title='living your dream into reality'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-1698855385199582927</id><published>2011-06-30T10:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:38:53.426+07:00</updated><title type='text'>#randomthoughts</title><content type='html'>heyya guys! what up ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what you guys do in holiday ? i feel so much bores in my head, so i turn my hands over the keyboard and start writing, something i can't really do on those pressure dates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my holiday just filled with movies, tv series, music, internet, and these photo thingie. i wake up early just to turn my computer on, and surf a bit then leave it for TV shows. it goes always like this everyday. yaaa i know that such a pain in the ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oops, gotta go, i forgot i've made an appointment at 11. seeyaaa :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-1698855385199582927?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/1698855385199582927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=1698855385199582927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1698855385199582927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1698855385199582927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/06/randomthoughts.html' title='#randomthoughts'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-5320197447004676137</id><published>2011-03-25T22:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:52:46.664+07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 25th, 2011 - Proposal</title><content type='html'>I'll start it with a line,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"proposal is disposal"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mean proposal that contained love in it, I mean proposal related to words, papers, and all of the bullshits. Yes, bullshits. When we just wanna to say one word, strightly without strings attached, Proposal needs us to write down more than a hundred times of word. With the same intention and meaning.. that's kinda bullshit huh ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-5320197447004676137?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/5320197447004676137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=5320197447004676137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5320197447004676137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5320197447004676137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/03/march-25th-2011-proposal.html' title='March 25th, 2011 - Proposal'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-8214443354371057458</id><published>2011-03-23T22:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:24:27.306+07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Date - Letting Go</title><content type='html'>sorry for double post today, hmm I just want to express more what's in mind. lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for being who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stopped me dreaming too far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here comes the reality,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel terrible, slightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you the best for last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make it better than your past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish every morning ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laugh the best you've ever had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't be anyone else but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lie won't solve anything too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in case you slipped away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take a step back and honestly say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above is what I recently feel for someone's out there. Don't get me wrong. I still wish her the best.. Hey last sentence just reminds me to a line from CeeLo Green - Forget You.. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-8214443354371057458?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/8214443354371057458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=8214443354371057458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8214443354371057458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8214443354371057458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/03/no-date-letting-go.html' title='No Date - Letting Go'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-5400722522391844106</id><published>2011-03-23T21:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:04:15.463+07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 23rd, 2011 -  Plan B</title><content type='html'>let's get straight, go make it fast. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life needs a backup plan, if your life didn't go as you wish, or you plan, there'll be no waste if you have second plan, let's call it plan B. I'll start with my own experience today, while I craved for J.Co's Thai Ice Tea, and they didn't serve it, I feel so dissapointed, and I wasted time to think before I finally go for Iced Choc. Hey, it's just a small case, where everything's so simple, with no more friction or anything similar. Imagine it a life-changed case, when everything you decide simply affect your future life. You can't waste no more time to think straight before you choose, time flies so fast dude! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start making plan B in your life, it don't mean you're kinda pessimistic, but realistic that everything can go wrong, except GOD's thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-5400722522391844106?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/5400722522391844106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=5400722522391844106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5400722522391844106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5400722522391844106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/03/march-23rd-2011-plan-b.html' title='March 23rd, 2011 -  Plan B'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-1567722515383998476</id><published>2011-03-21T22:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:02:43.639+07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 21st, 2011 - Signature ( Sign of Nature )</title><content type='html'>Look who's here ? ME ! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For today, I really worried about my future, how could I survive the world if there's still a never-ending contradiction inside of me ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me mention it one-by-one. First, about my religion. Until now, I still haven't decided which one I trust. Really, that's so devastating when people asked you, "Agama lo apa?". Ups, yet, that's a hardest question to answer even sounds so easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And second, there's more inconsistent thing in me, my SIGNATURE. Yea yea, sounds really stupid huh ? Truthfully, I need 2 sheets of paper to make it identical. :( I really need to work on this. And the religion thingy too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I am catholic inside, but still undefined outside. Who cares the outside when you are strong inside ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-1567722515383998476?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/1567722515383998476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=1567722515383998476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1567722515383998476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1567722515383998476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/03/march-21st-2011-signature-sign-of.html' title='March 21st, 2011 - Signature ( Sign of Nature )'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-2759105103004277576</id><published>2011-03-20T23:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:36:39.352+07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 20th, 2011 - Cheating</title><content type='html'>Damn, it's me again !&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I cheated a friend's homework, damn, shame on me. But I got no choice, I didn't understand the task, and tomorrow's the deadline. So, if you were me ? What would you guys do ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-2759105103004277576?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/2759105103004277576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=2759105103004277576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/2759105103004277576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/2759105103004277576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/03/march-20th-2011-cheating.html' title='March 20th, 2011 - Cheating'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-4451800501557508950</id><published>2011-03-19T21:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:34:33.002+07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 19th, 2011 - Love Lessons</title><content type='html'>hey it's me forever ! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i didn't write here yesterday, I came home late at night tomorrow, and didn't have time to post :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, to sum up, yesterday was a great day. Indeed. I got along with my friends I met seldomly. And it's such a relieved to see them again :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm love lessons ? What's so important about that til I entitle my today's post so ? Let's get straight. My Bro told me to find a girl I loved right NOW. Why did he's so coercive ? He said that's so easy to find one in college, because we have the same intention, and college really form a good interactions between us compared to the work life I'd have later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That somehow makes a good sense in my mind. Why don't I try ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-4451800501557508950?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/4451800501557508950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=4451800501557508950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4451800501557508950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4451800501557508950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/03/march-20th-2011-love-lessons.html' title='March 19th, 2011 - Love Lessons'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-5113187347877517851</id><published>2011-03-17T20:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:12:37.703+07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 17th, 2011 - Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>hey, it's me, it'll always be me writing here. boring huh ? lol&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's post dedicated to one of my best friends, Martin who reached his 20th birthday today. I wish all the best for him, and his life. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Jea read this post, I am going to ask her to forgive me bcoz I can't come with her tomorrow, to throw a surprise party for Martin. And also, I wish the best for the surprise party and for you both getting along together :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be better in your relationship, Tin !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-5113187347877517851?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/5113187347877517851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=5113187347877517851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5113187347877517851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5113187347877517851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/03/march-17th-2011-happy-birthday.html' title='March 17th, 2011 - Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-355906892690449689</id><published>2011-03-16T20:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:36:07.141+07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 16th, 2011 - Conscience of a Streetwalker</title><content type='html'>hey, it's me again :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, let me skip about what've been fulfilled my day and let's start with a story of an amateur streetwalker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, if I could make a poem about today, it'd be all about rain. Yes, it's been raining today, so hard til' Jakarta couldn't even resist flood. Flood, it is another meaning of Traffic Jam. Here, in our lovely city, Jakarta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And flood, and traffic jam too, they make me walk my way home, instead taking a bus home. I really dissapointed about how Jakarta handle the flood thing. They can't work the drainage that clogged up, they can't maximise the usage of West and East flood canal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, let's ask why ? Why Jakarta couldn't be traffic jam-free ? According to me, the answer is because they didn't provide the need of walkers. Based on my personal experience, there's almost no way to walk along the pedestrians. Most of them have been used by retailers to sell products. Some of them was broken. Streetwalkers should really risk their life to walk really on the "street", not on the pedestrians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite, I still wish the best for Jakarta, where I lived. Be better Jakarta !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-355906892690449689?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/355906892690449689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=355906892690449689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/355906892690449689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/355906892690449689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/03/march-16th-2011-conscience-of.html' title='March 16th, 2011 - Conscience of a Streetwalker'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-6190414235557494993</id><published>2011-03-15T22:09:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:18:27.854+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look, New Hope</title><content type='html'>I just updated the look of my blog, hope you enjoy :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting tomorrow, I will write here my daily journal, maybe I would use Indonesian for next post and the following. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*or i could still use english* LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-6190414235557494993?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/6190414235557494993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=6190414235557494993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/6190414235557494993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/6190414235557494993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/03/new-look-new-hope.html' title='New Look, New Hope'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-1885085686571311721</id><published>2011-03-14T20:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:46:40.323+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dare to Dream Big</title><content type='html'>hello there.&lt;div&gt;after a long time postless, i think it's the time to make it talks again :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, let me start from here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really motivated right now, can't be more, indeed. I found someone really motivates me to chase my dream, to pursue it, not to give up to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Riana is just one of them, who got me keep thinking about my dream, whether it's possible or not at present, never worry about it. I think she's a total package, she's motivatingly beautiful, smart, and communicative, and the story of her life ? It keeps me thinking, and also feeling ashamed. How could a woman endure life that hard, and I can't ? (not to discredit women).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I learned from her.. Set your goals, and find out why you really want that so much, and you will know how to realise it. Now, I am conscious to announce my dreams, and here it goes :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I want to be a landscape photographer, and make a contribution to National Geographic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I want to write books, and authorise it by myself (still dunno what it'll tell about)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I want to write songs, and sung by Charice ( aww, she's so adorable :D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yapp, it's done. But, I still don't know how to make it work for me. At least I am not afraid to dream BIG !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-1885085686571311721?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/1885085686571311721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=1885085686571311721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1885085686571311721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1885085686571311721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2011/03/i-dare-to-dream-big.html' title='I Dare to Dream Big'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-8566014581433558354</id><published>2010-12-25T08:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T08:57:06.460+07:00</updated><title type='text'>being older isn't that easy</title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging anymore since months ago, hehe sorry.&lt;div&gt;but now, I want to spark up the spirit of writing again, at least to be productive, not just wasting a day by day and in the end I'll regret that.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm officially 19 years old ! Thx God for that, for Your guidance this far, and I wish for more ! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, it's not that easy being older. Why ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's just mention it one by one :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. being older absolutely increase my responsibility, self responsibility, social responsibility, and financial responsibility. People expect me to be better, to be more mature, but in fact, I still live my comfort zone, where I think we could do anything free, with no pressure. *grow up dude !*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. being older makes you realise what you've done in past years, and you'll be regret why don't you maximize your time to improvise yourself. *stop procrastinating please !*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. above all, all those hard things mentioned above, shouldn't have to be infect me and my passion to be better, to be more mature day by day . just like my friend say, "God, please give him more trouble, so he can be better". thanks Ria ! honestly, you always amaze me, with your thoughts, words, and your affinity with God. *hug hug hug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;merry christmas all ! may the spirit of christmas could live forever in our heart ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace out ! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-8566014581433558354?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/8566014581433558354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=8566014581433558354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8566014581433558354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8566014581433558354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/12/being-older-isnt-that-easy.html' title='being older isn&apos;t that easy'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-4401078874027125514</id><published>2010-07-21T00:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T00:46:04.549+07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions</title><content type='html'>i couldn't realize how life goes with much of contradiction, much of dispute..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even they didn't know what they argue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people have much argue about life, something that should never be argued because it's a gift. a gift that will never come back again,. a life should be lived in how God wants us to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it doesn't exist anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people just keep arguing more and more about the gift, expect more than they deserve, do what they shouldn't do, betray God with all those damn thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wonder if life is given how we want it to be, there will be no more betrayal, no more argues. and all went well perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but God, need us to see our minors in a different way, in the way that beliefs are everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He need us to BELIEVE. that everything's given would be the best for us, the best we could deserve, and the best we could live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and with that belief to God, we could create beauty, just as what He wants us to do. create better world, and a better life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the glory of His name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-4401078874027125514?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/4401078874027125514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=4401078874027125514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4401078874027125514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4401078874027125514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/07/confessions.html' title='confessions'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-1351430576291051992</id><published>2010-07-19T16:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:46:05.748+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/TEQiQTTD4KI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DafQBNV30uk/s1600/_MG_4897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/TEQiQTTD4KI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DafQBNV30uk/s400/_MG_4897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495555108752318626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walau usia makin menua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jalani tanpa ragu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hidupi sepenuh jiwa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dengan niat menggebu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-1351430576291051992?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/1351430576291051992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=1351430576291051992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1351430576291051992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1351430576291051992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/07/walau-usia-makin-menua-jalani-tanpa.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/TEQiQTTD4KI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DafQBNV30uk/s72-c/_MG_4897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-1307615819091080806</id><published>2010-07-19T13:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:16:01.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/TEPru8UtzYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zUV6qzopGEQ/s1600/_MG_9689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/TEPru8UtzYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zUV6qzopGEQ/s400/_MG_9689.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495495162021662082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ditengah serbuan gelombang modernisasi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mereka bertahan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saat kebebasan beragama ditentang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mereka berjuang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;memberi warna baru bagi Indonesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simbol kebhinekaan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simbol persatuan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mengapa masih diperdebatkan ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-1307615819091080806?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/1307615819091080806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=1307615819091080806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1307615819091080806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1307615819091080806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/07/ditengah-serbuan-gelombang-modernisasi.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/TEPru8UtzYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/zUV6qzopGEQ/s72-c/_MG_9689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-8588223587717715164</id><published>2010-07-19T12:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:49:58.334+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/TEPm05xBg8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/7Tdr3QgY1_s/s1600/_MG_0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/TEPm05xBg8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/7Tdr3QgY1_s/s400/_MG_0235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495489766856164290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dalam kegelapan mencekam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ia bertarung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ia berjuang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;untuk kebesaran nama-Nya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-8588223587717715164?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/8588223587717715164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=8588223587717715164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8588223587717715164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8588223587717715164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/07/dalam-kegelapan-mencekam-mereka.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/TEPm05xBg8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/7Tdr3QgY1_s/s72-c/_MG_0235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-3093685571482239053</id><published>2010-07-19T11:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:44:49.395+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/TEPbEueZUrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lZCV58xINtE/s1600/christopherharinata_the+painter_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/TEPbEueZUrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lZCV58xINtE/s400/christopherharinata_the+painter_2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495476844563616434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warna - warna indah itu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terangkum menjadi satu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lewat niat dan keinginan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuk' menjadi tanpa cela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;diatas semua itu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siapakah dia ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siapakah dia yang berjasa ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mengubah semua yang ada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-3093685571482239053?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/3093685571482239053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=3093685571482239053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3093685571482239053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3093685571482239053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/07/warna-warna-indah-itu-terangkum-menjadi.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/TEPbEueZUrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lZCV58xINtE/s72-c/christopherharinata_the+painter_2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-8215107189499801916</id><published>2010-03-04T19:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:10:40.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what you think is absolutely what you'll achieve.</title><content type='html'>heyyaahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i want to share something with you all, about something i read this past one week, i read some books about physchology and mind powers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there stated that your mind really control your action, and also your achievement. you'll achieve more if you think positively, and you'll obtain bad if you think pessimistly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to obtain the best, you've to think big, dream big. and let your dream come to life, make it not just only dream but reality, and you've to also conditioning yourself to be ready to obtain the best, bcoz something big doesn't fit in small thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another must-to-do is keep focused on your dream, don't let anything come between, just keep thinking how to reach your goal without worrying about the side effect, bcoz if you keep the fear in yourself, you wont go through it, you'll stuck on it, and you'll be just a perfect dreamer, instead reacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in often, a big dream won't be reached if you pursue it once, you have to keep running and keep fighting for your dream, reach it one by one, bcoz everything needs process, nothing comes instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pursuing your dream is just like downloading files, it completed percent by percent. just how patient you can wait for that, and downloading files won't be fast as you want, sometimes your connection goin slower or disabled, it's just like your life's obstacle.. it stops you down sometimes, but believe that there's a chance in every struggle you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you *cheers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-8215107189499801916?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/8215107189499801916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=8215107189499801916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8215107189499801916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8215107189499801916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/03/what-you-think-is-absolutely-what-youll.html' title='what you think is absolutely what you&apos;ll achieve.'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-3858393524421828407</id><published>2010-02-27T14:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T15:32:16.601+07:00</updated><title type='text'>chances</title><content type='html'>"there are chances in every troubles, there are troubles in every chances"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you see chances in a way, just prepare yourself to do everything for that and actually the good follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's about taking chances, &lt;br /&gt;and they are around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God makes all the chances hidden,&lt;br /&gt;you are the one to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only the braves find and step out as a man, while others can only dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, *cheese*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-3858393524421828407?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/3858393524421828407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=3858393524421828407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3858393524421828407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3858393524421828407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/02/chances.html' title='chances'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-8488058646830725113</id><published>2010-02-22T17:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:16:41.549+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illuminati &amp; The New World Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJi2HaJf1VI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJi2HaJf1VI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SW43Mig1LYE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SW43Mig1LYE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i just watched both of them lately, and i feel confused about the phenomenon. is it real or just conspiracy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in that? please tell me. release me from this confusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-8488058646830725113?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/8488058646830725113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=8488058646830725113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8488058646830725113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8488058646830725113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/02/illuminati-new-world-order.html' title='Illuminati &amp; The New World Order'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-3942611349979747696</id><published>2010-02-21T21:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:19:25.095+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day OST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S4E-8zvaTwI/AAAAAAAAALw/gb4HPKxMDpc/s1600-h/B0031XYLVM.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S4E-8zvaTwI/AAAAAAAAALw/gb4HPKxMDpc/s400/B0031XYLVM.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440699039242407682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Today Was a Fairytale&lt;/em&gt; – Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Say Hey (I Love You)&lt;/em&gt; – Michael Franti&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;I’m in the Mood for Love&lt;/em&gt; – Jamiriquai&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;On the Street Where You Live&lt;/em&gt; – Willie Nelson&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Everyday&lt;/em&gt; – Sausalito Foxtrot&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Stay Here Forever&lt;/em&gt; – Jewel&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Amor&lt;/em&gt; – Ben E. King&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;Cupid&lt;/em&gt; – Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;The Way You Look Tonight&lt;/em&gt; – Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;4 and 20&lt;/em&gt; – Joss Stone&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;em&gt;Valentino&lt;/em&gt; – Diane Birch&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;em&gt;Te Quiero Dijiste&lt;/em&gt; – Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;em&gt;Jump Then Fall&lt;/em&gt; – Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;em&gt;Shine&lt;/em&gt; – Black Gold&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;em&gt;Keep On Lovin’ You&lt;/em&gt; – Steel Magnolia&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;em&gt;Somebody to Love&lt;/em&gt; – Leighton Meester&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;em&gt;I’m Into Something Good&lt;/em&gt; – The Bird and the Bee&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;em&gt;Signed Sealed Delivered I’m Yours&lt;/em&gt; – Anju Ramapriyam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the original soundtrack of Valentine's Day, the movie i just watched yesterday. i recommend you &lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;4 and 20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; – Joss Stone&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I’m Into Something Good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; – The Bird and the Bee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Today Was a Fairytale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; – Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Say Hey (I Love You)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; – Michael Franti&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; – Sausalito Foxtrot&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Valentino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; – Diane Birch&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Stay Here Forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; – Jewel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Signed Sealed Delivered I’m Yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; – Anju Ramapriya&lt;/span&gt;.. they sound so good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: this is just personal review, there's no intention to underestimate any tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading, *cheese*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-3942611349979747696?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/3942611349979747696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=3942611349979747696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3942611349979747696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3942611349979747696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/02/valentines-day-ost.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day OST'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S4E-8zvaTwI/AAAAAAAAALw/gb4HPKxMDpc/s72-c/B0031XYLVM.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-7352019446362778139</id><published>2010-02-20T20:28:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:48:25.298+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S3_kJ5Qt3lI/AAAAAAAAALE/EBExXr1lZxM/s1600-h/Valentines-Day-Movie-Poster-2-valentines-day-2010-9477295-450-681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S3_kJ5Qt3lI/AAAAAAAAALE/EBExXr1lZxM/s400/Valentines-Day-Movie-Poster-2-valentines-day-2010-9477295-450-681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440317733527739986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/span&gt; at puri mall cinema, with my friend stepen.. hmm sounds like homo huh?? it's a big NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a simple outline, this gonna be my favorite movie of all time, it shows love in a different way, it differs the other love stories from its heart-breaking story, not just a sweet story about love like other mainstream movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i remember, there's seven or eight stories combined together in one movie. that makes me outfocused about the figures, okay that's my only weakness of this i think.&lt;br /&gt;but overall, it's a good movie. worth to watch, too good to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-7352019446362778139?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/7352019446362778139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=7352019446362778139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/7352019446362778139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/7352019446362778139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S3_kJ5Qt3lI/AAAAAAAAALE/EBExXr1lZxM/s72-c/Valentines-Day-Movie-Poster-2-valentines-day-2010-9477295-450-681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-253274553899228571</id><published>2010-02-20T07:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T07:38:41.469+07:00</updated><title type='text'>determination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S38uXrkdgCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Stdpyv4SgsY/s1600-h/_MG_4904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S38uXrkdgCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Stdpyv4SgsY/s400/_MG_4904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440117859254370338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to expose the rush, the anxiety of the game.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-253274553899228571?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/253274553899228571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=253274553899228571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/253274553899228571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/253274553899228571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/02/determination.html' title='determination'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S38uXrkdgCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Stdpyv4SgsY/s72-c/_MG_4904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-94819107452112380</id><published>2010-02-18T23:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:34:03.638+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the good life, means good laugh.</title><content type='html'>blogpost for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized, what life would be without smile?&lt;br /&gt;would it be good or bad? happy or sad? okay let's talk about this. comments are allowed. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, let's start with smile first, this is according to wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile is a facial expression formed by flexing those muscles most notably near both ends of the mouth, Among humans, it is customarily an expression &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;denoting pleasure, happiness, or amusement&lt;/span&gt;, but can also be an involuntary expression of anxiety, in which case it is known as a grimace. Cross-cultural studies have shown that smiling is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;used as a means of communicating emotions throughout the world.&lt;/span&gt; Happiness is most often the motivating cause of a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;based on what i bold typed above, smile caused by happiness, pleasure.. and it used as a communicating emotions throughout the world. that means, smile is an universal language, that everyone understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'll talk about why we should put a smile on our face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we all know, smile is an universal language, not infrequently, smile could be the beginning of good friendship.. and it breaks the ice of communicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life could be easier if we treat it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-1708674969374251408</id><published>2010-02-18T23:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:05:33.184+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tata Young - My Bloody Valentine</title><content type='html'>Love my love my&lt;br /&gt;I still love&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My valentine running rings around me&lt;br /&gt;Hanging by a thread but we're loosening , loosening&lt;br /&gt;The sparks were flyin' not the type that we need&lt;br /&gt;Bringing a fire that is burning me , burning me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know) Nobody said that it'd be easy&lt;br /&gt;(My heart) That we could find a way ,make a way&lt;br /&gt;(But you don't) You don't prioritize me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'm I s'posed to believe yours games will ever change ,ever change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a dirty mess imperfect at it's best&lt;br /&gt;But it's my love ,my love ,my bloody valentine&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wanna leave but then I watch you next to me&lt;br /&gt;My love ,my love ,my bloody valentine&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should but still i just can't walk away&lt;br /&gt;Try to convince me once again that I should stay&lt;br /&gt;Through all the brokenness this bleeding heart must confess&lt;br /&gt;I love my love my bloody valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my love my&lt;br /&gt;I still love my (bloody valentine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened doors&lt;br /&gt;but you close them on me&lt;br /&gt;I'm compromising won't you show the same ,help the change&lt;br /&gt;You're phone is ringing it says shorty ,so tell me&lt;br /&gt;What's her name ,how'd she get your number?&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to be playin' me&lt;br /&gt;(Cuz i'll know) Before you even say anything&lt;br /&gt;(But I hope) You wouldn't lie to me ,don't lie to me&lt;br /&gt;You know that we've been here before&lt;br /&gt;OH Don't patronize ,don't feed me lines&lt;br /&gt;Just change your ways yeah make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a dirty mess imperfect at it's best&lt;br /&gt;But it's my love ,my love ,my bloody valentine&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wanna leave but then I watch you next to me&lt;br /&gt;My love ,my love ,my bloody valentine&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should but still i just can't walk away&lt;br /&gt;Try to convince me once again that I should stay&lt;br /&gt;Through all the brokenness this bleeding heart must confess&lt;br /&gt;I love my love my bloody valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-1708674969374251408?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-4137192347928758989</id><published>2010-02-16T19:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:12:17.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day of death.</title><content type='html'>hey, just preparing for tomorrow, the day i'll study til death, FOR SURE. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'll tell you how is it going to be..&lt;br /&gt;first, i'll have the busiest schedule so far, from 7.30 AM til drop. hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;second, there's no break between them. geez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and third, i am in the class that i didn't use to be, everything seems so new, people, the situation, and society. i need to adapt more, and more.. sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sure there's no obstacle that can't be outcome, there's no gain if you don't feel the pain, and i'll bet all my life that this is for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'll start the fight, and win it in a good way. amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading, *cheese*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-4137192347928758989?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/4137192347928758989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=4137192347928758989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4137192347928758989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4137192347928758989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/02/day-of-death.html' title='the day of death.'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-6283540217321642355</id><published>2010-02-15T19:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:11:25.948+07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day lectures.</title><content type='html'>hey, hey, hey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, february the 15th, was the first day of lectures at my campus. after had 2 months of holiday, everyone starts to fight again, for their future, so do i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my schedule today wasn't too bad, at least i got the time of break, hehehe.. today i got macroeconomics, and statistics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything went very well today, nothing unexpected happened, hahaha except for our late on macroeconomics.. we thought the lecturer hadn't come in.. but the truth said.. huh.&lt;br /&gt;but, beyond my expectations, we didn't get bad lecturers so far, from 2 of them, both seemed so funny, hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've to be prepared for tomorrow's lectures, it would take so long, from 7.30 AM until 14.50 PM.. *without break*... sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-6283540217321642355?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/6283540217321642355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-8273771888883359417</id><published>2010-02-14T15:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:07:17.851+07:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine.</title><content type='html'>this valentine, i am with nobody&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter for me, coz love doesn't care about dates&lt;br /&gt;and for someone who cares,&lt;br /&gt;congrats.. you found the point!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etymologycally, valentine comes from name of one of several martyred saints in ancient rome. and why does valentine symbolizes the romantic love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all begins from the Legend Aurea of Jacobus. The very brief vita of St Valentine has him refusing to deny Christ. Before his head was cut off, this Valentine restored sight and hearing to the daughter of his jailer. Jacobus makes a play with the etymology of "Valentine", "as containing valor". Then, it was discovered about hearts and last notes signed "from your Valentine", as is sometimes suggested in modern works of sentimental piety. Legend of Valentine appears in the late ages in England and France, when the day of 14 February became associated with romantic love. 14 February becomes Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your info guys, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-8273771888883359417?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/8273771888883359417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=8273771888883359417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8273771888883359417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8273771888883359417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/02/valentine.html' title='valentine.'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-258972162160106536</id><published>2010-02-12T12:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:02:22.751+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kuliahh kuliahh</title><content type='html'>postingan bahasa indonesia hari ini.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banyak banget yang ganggu pikiran gw hari ini, masalah kuliah yang udah mau masuk, masalah bisnis foto yang ga jalan2.. banyakk lagi banyakk sekali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan hari ini lagi lagi gw diam dirumah, ga ada kerjaan apa apa, makin lengkap deh ke-stres-an gw hari ini.. rasanya pengen cepet2 kuliah, banyak kesibukan gtu, ga ada waktu buat mikirin masalah gw skrg.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banyak yang bilang sih, enakan libur diem2 dirumah gtu.. tapi buat gw apaan? libur kelamaan kyk gini sungguh ga penting sama sekali, gua ga melakukan apa apa, cuma online online dan online.. libur juga terus terusan ngingetin gw sama sesuatu yg pengen gua lupain, yg pengen gw biarkan lewat gitu aja, tapi sangat sangat susah.. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi intinya, gw pengen cepet masuk kuliah !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cukup buat hari ini, makasih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-258972162160106536?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/258972162160106536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=258972162160106536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/258972162160106536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/258972162160106536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/02/kuliahh-kuliahh.html' title='kuliahh kuliahh'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-3431333194504754712</id><published>2010-02-08T23:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:16:11.709+07:00</updated><title type='text'>fly away~~</title><content type='html'>heyya, blogging again.. hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't blog too long now, coz i don't have much in my words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i want to tell you sth based on my opinion.. and there it goes,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you love someone didn't love you, don't ever force her. coz love needs feedback, a force never make a good feedback. so, just let it go. and pray her the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or even you missed a moment shared together, HEY WAKE UP! it's passed away.. there's more things you need to care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you still wishing on her, OH COME ON!! you both will never end up happily, coz once again.. LOVE NEEDS TWO, not just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-3431333194504754712?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/3431333194504754712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=3431333194504754712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3431333194504754712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3431333194504754712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/02/fly-away.html' title='fly away~~'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-5747017909005577072</id><published>2010-02-06T14:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T15:22:55.907+07:00</updated><title type='text'>depressions..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S20ekjlBz3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4HBNqJ5_pRU/s1600-h/_MG_7693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S20ekjlBz3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4HBNqJ5_pRU/s400/_MG_7693.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435033938680729458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depression involves the brain, it's like you feel down, or even dumped for a several days, and even more.. it ghosts you everyday, interfere with everything you do, and haunted your night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some kind of depression caused by social environment, psychological problem, a birth of a baby, or even alcohol use..&lt;br /&gt;depression makes us feel worthless, overslept or lack of that, it reduces your weight, until leads you to suicidal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some way to cure depression, i say "cure" here because, depression is an illness, hmm physchological illness.. that needs to be cured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first is surely the consultation, the depressant needs to let other know about their problem to find the cure. you have to be motivated everyday, to abolish the feeling of worthlessness.. and that's why you need therapist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can do it with "antidepressant medication".. the therapy that needs medicine to help you cure depression..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;based on above, i think how scared we are to be depressed, so i think we have to keep being positive, don't let bad thoughts in, and live our life happily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-5747017909005577072?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/5747017909005577072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=5747017909005577072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5747017909005577072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5747017909005577072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/02/depressions.html' title='depressions..'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S20ekjlBz3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4HBNqJ5_pRU/s72-c/_MG_7693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-223339386308296724</id><published>2010-02-04T16:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:52:37.947+07:00</updated><title type='text'>United States of Pop 2009</title><content type='html'>blogging again.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put it up for DJ Earworm!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he mixed this track, that consists 25 top hits of 2009.. here they are, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Eyed Peas - BOOM BOOM POW&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga - POKER FACE&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga Featuring Colby O’Donis - JUST DANCE&lt;br /&gt;The Black Eyed Peas - I GOTTA FEELING&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift - LOVE STORY&lt;br /&gt;Flo Rida - RIGHT ROUND&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz - I’M YOURS&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce - SINGLE LADIES (PUT A RING ON IT)&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West - HEARTLESS&lt;br /&gt;The All-American Rejects - GIVES YOU HELL&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift - YOU BELONG WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;T.I. Featuring Justin Timberlake - DEAD AND GONE&lt;br /&gt;The Fray - YOU FOUND ME&lt;br /&gt;Kings Of Leon - USE SOMEBODY&lt;br /&gt;Keri Hilson Featuring Kanye West &amp; Ne-Yo - KNOCK YOU DOWN&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Foxx Featuring T-Pain - BLAME IT&lt;br /&gt;Pitbull - I KNOW YOU WANT ME (CALLE OCHO)&lt;br /&gt;T.I. Featuring Rihanna - LIVE YOUR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;Soulja Boy Tell ‘em Featuring Sammie - KISS ME THRU THE PHONE&lt;br /&gt;Jay Sean Featuring Lil Wayne - DOWN&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus - THE CLIMB&lt;br /&gt;Drake - BEST I EVER HAD&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson - MY LIFE WOULD SUCK WITHOUT YOU&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce - HALO&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry - HOT N COLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just like it on the first time.. so lovely. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-223339386308296724?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/223339386308296724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=223339386308296724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/223339386308296724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/223339386308296724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/02/united-states-of-pop-2009.html' title='United States of Pop 2009'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-5925321830196471251</id><published>2010-02-03T15:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:45:25.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all done, so done..</title><content type='html'>heyya, now blogging with smile.. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finished the krrs system for my second semester at UNTAR, and i feel so free that i've got the class.. FY if u wanna knw.. hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i wait for the first day on campus, i'll be prepared for anything, the binder notes, textbooks, stationeries, and arrange my campus schedule..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope so bad, there's an angel on FY. ahahaha.. so i can be more encouraged to study, and maybe she could be the one.. hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hemm, about my classmates, i am going on together with deris, jacob, aprina, and bang ali.. but martin get lost in GY class.. so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, i took indonesian, and stock market as my additional class.. i cancelled takingg catholic, because it has the same schedule with another class of mine.. okay, i'll take it on my 3rd semester..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-5925321830196471251?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/5925321830196471251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=5925321830196471251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5925321830196471251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5925321830196471251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/02/its-all-done-so-done.html' title='it&apos;s all done, so done..'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-5899405752684373792</id><published>2010-02-02T20:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:02:26.599+07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever you like. suka suka elo.</title><content type='html'>heyyaaa, blogging again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget the past, be happy to the last,, yess.. i've gotta forget everything pastimes, and make some moves, to reach my dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, how about taking photography course? i think i've to choose what to focus, and what to fight for.. instead of accounting, i am so interested with photography, concerning that photography could be my side job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i'm tired calculating, i capture.. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the point was, life's not like a FTV, there everything seems so sweet.. but this is real life.. hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today, thanks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-5899405752684373792?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/5899405752684373792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=5899405752684373792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5899405752684373792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5899405752684373792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/02/whatever-you-like-suka-suka-elo.html' title='whatever you like. suka suka elo.'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-2166004139467764055</id><published>2010-02-01T10:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:14:58.932+07:00</updated><title type='text'>anything.</title><content type='html'>hey, now blogging with confusion.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am deeply confused, i wonder how to feel, how to look through the heart.. hemm, everything seems so blurry, and i can't see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this makes me awry.. the right seems so wrong, and the wrong seems so right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know how to love, how to cherish you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please, show me sth, or tell me whenever you're able..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-2166004139467764055?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/2166004139467764055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=2166004139467764055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/2166004139467764055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/2166004139467764055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/01/anything.html' title='anything.'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-2955258537333935957</id><published>2010-01-29T09:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:03:36.837+07:00</updated><title type='text'>deepest condolences</title><content type='html'>hey, blogging again now. hehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, firstly i say thanks to Serina for yesterday, for treating us so much peanuts and candies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, really. nothing lasts forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so deeply hurt inside, hearing that news. so bad.. but i believe you could walk this world, continue this life, and be survived with your dad watching from up above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up Serina and family..!! the end is just the new beginning, the beginning for your life next, and the beginning for your dad above..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my deepest condolences, i write this blog for you Serina and fam. i hope God gave you more power, more spirit to bring happiness to your fam, and the deceased..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-2955258537333935957?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/2955258537333935957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=2955258537333935957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;hmm, today i found a nice quote, and it sounds like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Show, don't tell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes that's right, we have to show more, than tell more.. show to give a proof, and show to make a move.&lt;br /&gt;in love, to show is needed more than just a tell, a tell, just means a words, without &lt;br /&gt;the proof. but, if we show, it means a lot, it means all of our cares, joy, and love.. and she/he would see it as our value added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another quote i've found says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you have a daughter, tell her not to hear what men say, but see what they do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely agree with this quote, to do something, is way harder than to say something.. and surely, they need proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will try not to tell more, but show more.. because to prove that we are capable, it needs more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today, thanks..&lt;div 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Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-6094010004900595079</id><published>2010-01-27T08:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:33:12.110+07:00</updated><title type='text'>still life</title><content type='html'>sorry for late post, hehehe.. i've been kinda busy yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i've tried to capture fragrance bottle, with light effects, and if you mind to see, here they are,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S1-V3Cf4VRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cAlgTJrQflg/s1600-h/_MG_8612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S1-V3Cf4VRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cAlgTJrQflg/s400/_MG_8612.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431224448428037394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S1-V2TuYD_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/s_kz93IbDlg/s1600-h/_MG_8608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S1-V2TuYD_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/s_kz93IbDlg/s400/_MG_8608.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431224435872370674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is for the night session, capturing watches.. here they are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S1-XTOWIX9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/GtVLHr5dfII/s1600-h/_MG_8743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S1-XTOWIX9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/GtVLHr5dfII/s400/_MG_8743.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431226032156336082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S1-XSuUyzhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3zLjBPYmb6E/s1600-h/_MG_8726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S1-XSuUyzhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3zLjBPYmb6E/s400/_MG_8726.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431226023560793618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-6094010004900595079?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/S1-V3Cf4VRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/cAlgTJrQflg/s72-c/_MG_8612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-2053583758045228118</id><published>2010-01-25T20:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:35:22.266+07:00</updated><title type='text'>forgive me please</title><content type='html'>heyy i am writing again.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was way soo exhausted, so i won't post too long today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emm, my day started with futsal, with my friends from PFT.. then, i played again at my former school to do some friendly game.. okay it's really tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i post something silly today, but this weariness really kills me.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-4824519933808954807</id><published>2010-01-24T18:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:21:26.739+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justine Henin vs Yanina Wickmayer</title><content type='html'>hey i am blogging again now, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just watched a tennis match, between henin and wickmayer on the Australian open 2010.. and i wanna tell you about this match for you who didn't watch this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we start from Justine Henin, she's a former world's 1st in women singles.. but she retired in 2008, and came back on 2009.. this is her first grand slam tour after she decided the coming back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanina Wickmayer, a Belgian, 21 years old.. the 16th of the world, and her last appearance was in the US open 2009, that she got to semifinals before defeated by Caroline Wozniacki..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now about the match, first set.. Henin led Yanina by 7-6..&lt;br /&gt;and then on the 2nd set, Yanina ran out with 6-1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the last set, with her spirits and passions, Henin won this match by 6-3..&lt;br /&gt;and she passed the 4th round of Australian Open 2010..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish she could be the champ!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-4824519933808954807?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/4824519933808954807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=4824519933808954807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today should've been good for me, coz i'd shoot my first client. i'd shoot them along with my friend, pisang.. but unfortunately, all 've been cancelled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why today's photoshoot was cancelled, but what i've heard from pisang was the couple have their own agenda today. idkfs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've cancelled this photoshoot for about 3 times, each has it's own reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think, to get money is not that easy, there's much you should face until you get the money.. and this is the life process is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should learn from this case, that life needs effort, you must fight for your dreams, run for your future.. nothing comes easily though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also from this case, we are getting stronger from time to time..&lt;br /&gt;and that's life should be, learn more, earn more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today, thanks.&lt;div 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Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-5551712047015922054</id><published>2010-01-22T22:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T23:10:33.462+07:00</updated><title type='text'>which one?</title><content type='html'>wahay, i am blogging again now, hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to campus to take my scorecard for the first semester, and to get information about the KRRS system, or anything about that (idk). hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time i didn't see my classmates, hmm about 1 month more less, everyone's changed, til i couldn't recognise them. hahaha (maybe i forgot them). and i'had been so silly today, here i tell you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came up at about half past ten, and i ran across the campus to find my friends, i searched them to canteen, at the circle, and then i asked someone in the admin office, and he said to get a scorecard, i'd go to imakta base, at 10th floor.. ok i went there but i found nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went downstairs again, and bought a call units, then i called wowo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i knew the place, i went upstairs and tried to find the class.. &lt;br /&gt;i was wrong about 5 times maybe til i found the right class i've should been.. soo stressful i think. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i took my scorecard, compared it with my friends', then signed the attendance.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found a bit peculiarity today on my friend's scorecard.. she got 3,99 out of 4..!! whatdesit?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, she's done the exam einsteinously.. but, how could she laugh?? she missed just 0,01 to perfekto!! ckckck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i am allowed to take 22 credits for next semester, and i am a bit confused, which major i should take??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of my friends take religion as their additions, so i do so..&lt;br /&gt;most take cooperative economics, and i do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know about anything, so i just follow what people did.. but, i have time until 3rd of february to choose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what major should i take??&lt;br /&gt;i got 3 options now, but i certainly take religion.!&lt;br /&gt;  1. organisational behavior&lt;br /&gt;  2. cooperative economics&lt;br /&gt;  3. catholics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today, thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-5551712047015922054?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-910425290306209500</id><published>2010-01-21T22:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:21:25.932+07:00</updated><title type='text'>between love and hate</title><content type='html'>hey, i am writing again now, hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my post today is about LOVE and HATE, something on different sides i think, and it's so thinly different. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, lemme lead you to something love brings, and hate takes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love can lead us to happiness, but hate drives us to sorrow..&lt;br /&gt;love answers almost everything, but hate makes another question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to extinguish a flame, you can't throw a lighter, you should throw a pail of water..&lt;br /&gt;so does hate, it can't be fought with hates, do that with love, indeed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-910425290306209500?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/910425290306209500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=910425290306209500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/910425290306209500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/910425290306209500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/01/between-love-and-hate.html' title='between love and hate'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-1713553534939373690</id><published>2010-01-20T11:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:30:29.390+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know everything!!</title><content type='html'>hey, i am writing today, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehmm i've just watched sherlock holmes yesterday, and i wanna share a bit my opinion about this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think sherlock is genious. he can find out something most people can't.. i wonder how could he do that? (apart from the fact that sherlock is totally fake)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how he could predict anything just in an instance, as i see when he fought someone in the fight club, everything he did are all planned and he counted the punch he gave til the enemy down.. so amazing though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have an ability like he had, it'll be so fun.. we could know about something people have, just with a glance.. &lt;br /&gt;and we'll got the best method to do some approachment, with no worry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i had an ability like him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today, thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-1713553534939373690?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/1713553534939373690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=1713553534939373690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1713553534939373690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1713553534939373690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/01/i-know-everything.html' title='i know everything!!'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-4630481109393478486</id><published>2010-01-19T11:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T12:05:59.270+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the biggest victory</title><content type='html'>my second post for today, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i planned to sleep earlier than usual, but i failed hehehe.. at half past 11, i turned the computer off, and i went to my parents room to watch tv together, and there i found the lesson for life. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the story went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a fighting competition USA against south korea, each team consists 5 fighters, and the victory goes to the team that collects more points..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first battle, USA fighter won against korean..&lt;br /&gt;the second battle, korean won&lt;br /&gt;third, USA won&lt;br /&gt;fourth, korean won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til the fifth battle, two teams led to a draw.. and the last battle determines the winner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last battle between Tommy Lee from USA and Dae Hon from Korea.&lt;br /&gt;back to the past, Tommy's brother killed by  Dae Hon on a duel like that, and Tommy comes to do some revenge now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the fight, Dae Hon leads Tommy for score collection, but Tommy, doesn't give up that easy, until the fight has just 30 seconds to end, Tommy hits Dae Hon on the leg, and it breaks his leg, and a half to die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, Dae Hon continues the spirit.. He gets up again.. but due to his condition, Tommy should end up the fight with the final hit, that will make Dae Hon lose with KO, but he stills on his position, even the scoreboard show the superiority of Dae Hon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bells rang, and the winner still goes to Korea, but Tommy's coach said to him, "you've won this match kid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the awarding ceremony, Koreans got the 1st place.. but Dae Hon gave his medal to Tommy, and said "the biggest victory is when you could save your enemy from dying.. and you've done it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dae Hon followed by his teammate, they all gave their medal to the USA fighters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what i found here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should control our emotions when doing something, and everything will go right,&lt;br /&gt;think about people just like you care about yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today, thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-4630481109393478486?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/4630481109393478486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=4630481109393478486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4630481109393478486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4630481109393478486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/01/biggest-victory.html' title='the biggest victory'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-510260419397314302</id><published>2010-01-19T09:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:46:56.200+07:00</updated><title type='text'>stutters</title><content type='html'>heyya, i wanna start writing something today, continued the 3-days in a row daily posts.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today when i got up, i feel so confuse about this one, stuttering.. then i turn on the computer, and start browsing anything connected to this topic, and i found the forum for all who stutters, and that makes me know, stutters shouldn't be down, we have to find a way to cure it.. and that was i am curious about. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i got stuttering from idk when, until now it stills.. and i wish i could stop this.. based on some facts that :&lt;br /&gt;  1. people don't get stutter when they're alone&lt;br /&gt;  2. people who speak spontaneously won't get stutter&lt;br /&gt;  3. stuttering is all in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i will start to encourage myself to run out from stuttering, and i wish i could do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for today. thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-510260419397314302?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/510260419397314302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=510260419397314302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/510260419397314302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/510260419397314302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/01/stutters.html' title='stutters'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-725141863874242321</id><published>2010-01-18T17:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:57:30.858+07:00</updated><title type='text'>photo clipping or movie making?</title><content type='html'>hey guys, i am writing today to fulfill my daily resolution to write at least 1 post to this blog for a year.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i am so into movie making now! (or photo clipping?) idk yea, but it's so fun, how we put a single photo to make a story that tells something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my inspiration is Axioo, yes no wonder anymore, they are good at both photography and videography, everytime i watch their wedding video, that makes me want to get married soon. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i am using windows movie maker now, any suggestions for another program to make a video, (or a clip maybe)? i heard that Adobe premiere pro provides good movie-making tools..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-725141863874242321?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/725141863874242321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=725141863874242321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/725141863874242321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/725141863874242321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/01/photo-clipping-or-movie-making.html' title='photo clipping or movie making?'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-8187798770423631387</id><published>2010-01-18T13:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:57:13.180+07:00</updated><title type='text'>strayed away</title><content type='html'>one quiet night i looked at the mirror&lt;br /&gt;guessed who's there..&lt;br /&gt;another night,&lt;br /&gt;why does he still be there?&lt;br /&gt;i asked him softly, he didn't say anything&lt;br /&gt;yet until i broke the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;and he screamed hardly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i?&lt;br /&gt;i can't recognise myself&lt;br /&gt;i am lost in a twisted labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing inside&lt;br /&gt;no one i could see, no answer i got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found the light in the end&lt;br /&gt;and i run and run faster to reach it&lt;br /&gt;seeing YOU standing so bright&lt;br /&gt;and i am ready to be saved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-8187798770423631387?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/8187798770423631387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=8187798770423631387' title='0 Comments'/><link 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the topic i chose is how love can stay in a distance. okay, it's been so crucial when we start to fall on someone, we have to see from every side she is, and everything around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people say, love in a distance or what we called long distance relationship needs more intentions than a close relations, more intentions means more patience, and we need to do something to keep our love from fading, how to keep it away from bores, and how to find a way to be together eventhough they're apart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in my sight, distant love examines us to be loyal to our partner, to be honest, and to show our cares in a unexpected way that makes our love strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, don't be afraid to have a long distance relationship, coz true love can't be fooled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY LOVING..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-1428007591034441012?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/1428007591034441012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=1428007591034441012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1428007591034441012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1428007591034441012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/01/distant-love.html' title='distant love'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-5756720061403613880</id><published>2010-01-15T17:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:09:27.368+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Everything</title><content type='html'>fellas, i found this romantic yet sweet song on youtube, and once i listened to this, yes i love this song way much.. &lt;br /&gt;this is a typical love song that sets out the i-can't-lose-you feeling just like other love songs..&lt;br /&gt;it sang by cathy nguyen, a beautiful yet lovely singer featured by randolph permejo, the big funny singer and guitarist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guarantee you'll like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wfpv-nnr43k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wfpv-nnr43k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-5756720061403613880?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/5756720061403613880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=5756720061403613880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5756720061403613880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5756720061403613880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/01/my-everything.html' title='My Everything'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-6309483509399362363</id><published>2010-01-13T18:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:57:29.867+07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy crap.</title><content type='html'>hey! i've got a romantic quotes from one of my friends, claudia.. and it sounds like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love is not a thing that was made by someone, but love is a thing that was born in our heart, and you are the one who born the love inside my heart, so let my love grows in your heart just as yours here.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-6309483509399362363?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/6309483509399362363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=6309483509399362363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/6309483509399362363'/><link rel='self' 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LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i thank God soo much for giving me this, this is soo unpredictable for me before.. but He gives me the best of all for what i've done before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, today i went to Kelapa Gading with my friends, just to check out the siantar noodle resto i knew from facebook. i come along with alston, ( you can find him at @alstonshan on twitter ), deris ( @derryace on twitter ), and jojo, ( @jojojinggo on twitter ).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly we landed at Kelapa Gading, we are about little confuse how to find the resto, as you know, the area of KG is about 100000000 hectares, LOL i'm just too over it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we found the location, it located at gading hibrida, beside the mawar saron church.. then we came in and order the food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deris and me ordered the challenge 1 menu, it consists 3 portion of siantar noodles. OMG.. (yes i know this is a bit crazy..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i see the portion, I inhaled and never outhaled again hahahah LOL..&lt;br /&gt;wanna see the huge big monsterous portion?? check the photos i tagged below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i failed to end up the challenge, and so do deris, so we had to pay about 25k rupiahs per challenge, ehmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after finished the war of noodles, we went to mall of indonesia with the plan to watch some movies at blitzmegaplex, but we cancelled due to the matter of time. so we just went to jco, to had some refreshment and i fell asleep for about 20mins, haha it's so wonderful to had a good sleep there, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think enough for today, hopes for the better tomorrow friends..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB : i forgot to tell you about the meet up of us with the two lesbiola hahahha.. okay it's just not too important yaah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-6065050273342295914</id><published>2010-01-03T23:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:21:47.284+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leavin'</title><content type='html'>when you got a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;you'll find the hardest part&lt;br /&gt;to keep the love from falling&lt;br /&gt;and to start believing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you say,&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep love staying away&lt;br /&gt;no such thing defines love,&lt;br /&gt;even all the words you have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;that makes everything's fine&lt;br /&gt;need no more bothering&lt;br /&gt;stop tearing cause I'm leaving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last thing in my mind&lt;br /&gt;hoping you not to find&lt;br /&gt;let me go and stop missing&lt;br /&gt;cause there's no love remaining..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-6065050273342295914?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/6065050273342295914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=6065050273342295914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/6065050273342295914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/6065050273342295914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2010/01/leavin.html' title='Leavin&apos;'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-1425737256476742182</id><published>2009-12-17T20:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:42:23.519+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Love</title><content type='html'>i've never seen you before&lt;br /&gt;soon you make me love you&lt;br /&gt;and whoever you are&lt;br /&gt;yes you are loved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times get high, love turns blue&lt;br /&gt;and there's a cloud upon your face&lt;br /&gt;just lean on me and stands still&lt;br /&gt;we'll go through it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some say rain won't last forever&lt;br /&gt;but my love will&lt;br /&gt;just believe in it and you'll see&lt;br /&gt;the power of love is true..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-1425737256476742182?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/1425737256476742182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=1425737256476742182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1425737256476742182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1425737256476742182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/12/power-of-love.html' title='The Power of Love'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-3970815590364282470</id><published>2009-12-16T17:15:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:39:55.085+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever You</title><content type='html'>verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to realise, everything that I've got..&lt;br /&gt;before you came into my life, &lt;br /&gt;and you are here beside me, giving me your true love..&lt;br /&gt;surely you make me feel so right..&lt;br /&gt;and i know, my life would be so wrong, without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want you to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reff:&lt;br /&gt;forever you, forever you&lt;br /&gt;there's no other like you&lt;br /&gt;i love you and that's true&lt;br /&gt;for now and forever, it's you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;even i know..&lt;br /&gt;you'd leave me all alone..&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't do anything but waiting&lt;br /&gt;for the right time to see you again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise to myself..&lt;br /&gt;not to cry when you're gone,,&lt;br /&gt;eventhough, my life would be shut down&lt;br /&gt;because nothing compares to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-3970815590364282470?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/3970815590364282470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=3970815590364282470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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apart, and i don't mean..&lt;br /&gt;we are connected,&lt;br /&gt;and no one ever breaks our bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true love waits..&lt;br /&gt;true heart never lies,&lt;br /&gt;we are connected&lt;br /&gt;with a loving laces around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending time together&lt;br /&gt;hoping it lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;we are connected&lt;br /&gt;from today until the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when GOD made you&lt;br /&gt;HE thinks about me&lt;br /&gt;we are connected&lt;br /&gt;we're both destined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-950968223657725041?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/950968223657725041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=950968223657725041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/950968223657725041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/950968223657725041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/12/connections.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-416301920788363926</id><published>2009-10-24T21:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:24:45.834+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>if everything went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;what'd you do??&lt;br /&gt;would you cry??&lt;br /&gt;or would you praise HIM??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because the touch of sufferings,&lt;br /&gt;we could feel what people called sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;what people said tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all about our angle of view,&lt;br /&gt;will we see our suffer as a curse or a blessing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008-2009, 3 days to the end..&lt;br /&gt;all wishes for us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini iseng2 pas deket2 UAN.. hahaha bodoh aahh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-416301920788363926?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/416301920788363926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=416301920788363926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/416301920788363926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/416301920788363926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/10/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-3559863635412006602</id><published>2009-10-24T21:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:22:29.984+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops..</title><content type='html'>every little thing i do&lt;br /&gt;i do for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every little thing I think&lt;br /&gt;a thought of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried so hard not to notice&lt;br /&gt;i tried so hard not to care&lt;br /&gt;that you're not here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am counting down the hours&lt;br /&gt;and i'm counting up the day&lt;br /&gt;to see you again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-3559863635412006602?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/3559863635412006602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=3559863635412006602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3559863635412006602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3559863635412006602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/10/ooops.html' title='Ooops..'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-6833384530456051230</id><published>2009-10-24T21:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:20:34.119+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart in a Stupid Way</title><content type='html'>sometimes you're down and lose your way&lt;br /&gt;you'll be free from it someday&lt;br /&gt;just release your pain, and let it fly&lt;br /&gt;anything's going right in eitherway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just follow the pathway,&lt;br /&gt;something comes and nothing goes away&lt;br /&gt;it comes not to make a fray&lt;br /&gt;it will bring you a ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it away&lt;br /&gt;what you get from the price that you pay&lt;br /&gt;and the last I may say&lt;br /&gt;just be smart in a stupid way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-6833384530456051230?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/6833384530456051230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=6833384530456051230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/6833384530456051230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/6833384530456051230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/10/smart-in-stupid-way.html' title='Smart in a Stupid Way'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-7097047747105780285</id><published>2009-10-24T21:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:19:03.020+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned</title><content type='html'>you left me and waved me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;anything happens only in a glance&lt;br /&gt;i found no exact reasons why..&lt;br /&gt;you left my mind wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring me back my love you've stolen&lt;br /&gt;take my hand and never let me fall&lt;br /&gt;i can't pretend to be strong&lt;br /&gt;i can't freeze this tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be abandoned&lt;br /&gt;the way you make me feel still remembered&lt;br /&gt;just keep me with your chains&lt;br /&gt;hypnotize me by holding me around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-7097047747105780285?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/7097047747105780285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=7097047747105780285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/7097047747105780285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/7097047747105780285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/10/abandoned.html' title='Abandoned'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-220738638006677848</id><published>2009-10-24T21:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:17:31.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eien No Ai ( Eternal Love )</title><content type='html'>LOVE, sometimes sounds cliche,&lt;br /&gt;but it has a millions meaning..&lt;br /&gt;it grows day by day,&lt;br /&gt;by a caring touch to one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an IMPERFECTION, doesn't longer exist..&lt;br /&gt;by the spirit for helping one another,&lt;br /&gt;we can go through this wavy world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the DREAMS, that's built together,,&lt;br /&gt;will last until the end,&lt;br /&gt;even it'll never happen,&lt;br /&gt;it gives us spirit to live our life longer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the PASSION, always bring a new hope to our life..&lt;br /&gt;holding one another when something gets harder,,&lt;br /&gt;live the trouble together, take it easily..&lt;br /&gt;something will be harder if you left it undone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOGETHERNESS..&lt;br /&gt;it's about floating together..&lt;br /&gt;with a thousands balloon.. to the peak of happiness,,&lt;br /&gt;the PARADISE FALLS, LANDS LOST IN TIME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Carl and Ellie.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/SuMMP_2wJoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CkXW0RSVa3c/s1600-h/carlandellie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/10/eien-no-ai-eternal-love.html' title='Eien No Ai ( Eternal Love )'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/SuMMP_2wJoI/AAAAAAAAAI4/CkXW0RSVa3c/s72-c/carlandellie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-4623587687580001460</id><published>2009-10-24T21:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:14:37.882+07:00</updated><title type='text'>basic equation.</title><content type='html'>entah kenapa disaat yang laen pada blajar mati matian sampe mati akun besok,, gua malah kepikiran buat bikin ginian.. gua dah pusing sama semuanya tetek bengek angka jelek jelek itu..!!&lt;br /&gt;udah belajar cukup KERAS tadi, dan hasilnya tentu saja nihil.. yah tinggal berharap saja.. wkwkwk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah skrg gw mau menganalogikan basic equation of accounting dengan kehidupan sehari2 aja nih..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. kita mulai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSETS = LIABILITIES + OWNER'S EQUITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSETS. gua mendeskripsikan asset disini sebagai kemampuan yg kita punya buat terus eksis menjalani hidup yang berat. (tentu saja bukan eksis seperti kalian pikirkan..) yah kemampuan ini akan terus berkembang dan berkembang sejalan bagaimana kita meningkatkannya.. bagaimana kita usaha buat ningkatin kemampuan kita yang bakal jadi aset hidup kita kedepannya.. haha.. okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIABILITIES. disini gua deskripsikan sebagai kewajiban2 dalam hidup kita, tentu sajaa ya seperti kalian tau, kalo hidup cuma menuntut hak terus ga akan maju kitanya.. jadi ini bagaikan gimana kita mengerahkan segala niat dan keinginan kita buat ngelakuin sesuatu yang bikin kita maju dan berkembang terus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWNER'S EQUITY. gua jelaskan disini sebagai kuasa TUHAN atas diri kita.. TUHAN selalu membuat yang terbaik buat diri kita.. jadi bisa gua bilang disini.. penyertaan TUHAN amat sangatt besar di diri kita.. dan satu lagi. orang tua kita.. yah gua bahas sedikit material ya, yang udah nyekolahin kita, mendidik kita.. pastinya dengan harapan yang terbaikk dari yang terbaik dong??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sori kalo agak agak goblok ya.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, disaat gua ngepost ini, nilai akuntansi gua sudah keluar dan ga jelek2 amat.. jadi..&lt;br /&gt;FILOSOFI GUA SUKSES..!! HAHAHA..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-4623587687580001460?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/4623587687580001460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=4623587687580001460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4623587687580001460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4623587687580001460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/10/basic-equation.html' title='basic equation.'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-3576755891277098244</id><published>2009-09-22T18:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:37:39.030+07:00</updated><title type='text'>love and patience.</title><content type='html'>Pada suatu petang seorang tua bersama anak mudanya yang baru menamatkan pendidikan tinggi duduk berbincang-bincang di halaman sambil memperhatikan suasana di sekitar mereka. Tiba-tiba seekor burung gagak hinggap di ranting pokok berhampiran. Si ayah lalu menuding jari ke arah gagak sambil bertanya, "Nak, apakah benda itu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Burung gagak", jawab si anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ayah mengangguk-angguk, namun sejurus kemudian sekali lagi mengulangi pertanyaan yang sama. Si anak menyangka ayahnya kurang mendengar jawabannya tadi lalu menjawab dengan sedikit kuat, "Itu burung gagak ayah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi sejurus kemudian si ayah bertanya lagi soal yang sama. Si anak merasa agak keliru dan sedikit bingung dengan persoalan yang sama diulang-ulang, lalu menjawab dengan lebih kuat, "BURUNG GAGAK!!" Si ayah terdiam seketika. Namun tidak lama kemudian sekali lagi sang ayah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengajukan pertanyaan yang serupa hingga membu! at si anak hilang kesabaran dan menjawab dengan nada yang kesal kepada si ayah, "Gagaklah ayah.......".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi agak mengejutkan si anak, karena si ayah sekali lagi membuka mulut hanya untuk bertanya soal yang sama. Dan kali ini si anak benar-benar hilang sabar dan menjadi marah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayah! Saya tak tahu ayah paham atau tidak. Tapi sudah lima kali ayah bertanya soal hal tersebut dan saya sudah juga memberikan jawabannya. Apa lagi yang ayah mau saya katakan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itu burung gagak, burung ga..ga..gak ayah.....", kata si anak dengan nada yang begitu marah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ayah terus bangun menuju ke dalam rumah meninggalkan si anak yang kebingungan. Sesaat kemudian si ayah keluar lagi dengan sesuatu ditangannya. Dia menghulurkan benda itu kepada anaknya yang masih geram dan tertanya-tanya. diperlihatkannya sebuah Diary lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coba kau baca apa yang pernah ayah tulis di dalam Diary itu", pinta si ayah. Si anak setuju dan membaca paragraf yang berikut..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hari ini aku di halaman melamun karena anakku yang genap berumur lima tahun. Tiba-tiba seekor gagak hinggap di pohon berhampiran."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anakku terus menunjuk ke arah gagak dan bertanya, "Ayah, apa itu?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku menjawab, "burung gagak". Walau bagaimana pun, anak ku terus bertanya soal yang serupa dan setiap kali aku menjawab dengan jawaban yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga 25 kali anakku bertanya demikian, dan demi cinta dan sayangnya aku terus menjawab untuk memenuhi perasaan ingin tahunya. Aku berharap hal ini menjadi suatu pendidikan yang berharga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah selesai membaca paragraf tersebut si anak mengangkat muka memandang wajah si ayah yang kelihatan sayu. Si ayah dengan perlahan bersuara, "Hari ini ayah baru bertanya kepadamu soal yang sama sebanyak lima kali, dan kau telah hilang sabar serta marah."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-3576755891277098244?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/3576755891277098244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=3576755891277098244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3576755891277098244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3576755891277098244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/09/love-and-patience.html' title='love and patience.'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-3127575012803739622</id><published>2009-09-22T17:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:20:15.893+07:00</updated><title type='text'>photography. the pros and cons.</title><content type='html'>I am posting again now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been into photography for about 3 or 4 months, and I found some reasons why should I took photography, and some reasons why not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some people, photography seems to be a super-duper expensive hobby.. Yes you can't deny that, it's truly an actual fact!! We may spend about 10 millions Rp only for the camera.. and more and more again for illogical price of its accesories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, first I knew my friend bought the cam, I thought it was the stupidest purchase.. I even never realized to spend my money (actually my parents') like that..&lt;br /&gt;and time goes on,, ,,, ,,, ,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until I bought my first cam..&lt;br /&gt;(yesh, i know i am inconsistently plinplan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's damn FUN!! you should feel it by yourself..&lt;br /&gt;it increases your creativity, your logical thinking, and also your relationship gets wider and wider..&lt;br /&gt;it's not only about how you put a finger on a shutter and your cam says click.. not that simple I think..&lt;br /&gt;photography is about (Prof. Dr. Christopher says) :&lt;br /&gt;1. how you turn something usual into an unusual one..&lt;br /&gt;2. how you make a attractive story from your photos,&lt;br /&gt;3. change people's thoughts about something..&lt;br /&gt;4. and also for living your life happily!! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, if you agree with something I mentioned above, you're on the right way led by Prof. Dr. Christopher!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HAPPY SHOOTING!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-3127575012803739622?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/3127575012803739622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=3127575012803739622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3127575012803739622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3127575012803739622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/09/photography-pros-and-cons.html' title='photography. the pros and cons.'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-1185225396319530567</id><published>2009-04-17T12:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:08:54.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'>improved way to make a lights graffiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/SegbqDTeLUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bWLYOwlpjPU/s1600-h/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/SegbqDTeLUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bWLYOwlpjPU/s400/IMG_0636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325536968621043010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/Segbp4Y20II/AAAAAAAAAHM/gpc_5WAQFz4/s1600-h/IMG_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/Segbp4Y20II/AAAAAAAAAHM/gpc_5WAQFz4/s400/IMG_0634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325536965690839170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/SegbpmWEA_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/QwcdZi-C1hY/s1600-h/IMG_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/SegbpmWEA_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/QwcdZi-C1hY/s400/IMG_0623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325536960847283186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/SegbpR3ebQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-J3rLVDBDBI/s1600-h/IMG_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/SegbpR3ebQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-J3rLVDBDBI/s400/IMG_0619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325536955350281474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 3 days I've experienced with some failed action on light drawing, finally I've found the right settings for my camera to have a nice drawings.. with f/9.o and speed 8 seconds.. the maximum set up I could do.. here are the drawings.. enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-1185225396319530567?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/1185225396319530567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=1185225396319530567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1185225396319530567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/1185225396319530567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/04/improved-way-to-make-lights-graffiti.html' title='improved way to make a lights graffiti'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CqHEioKWI0/SegbqDTeLUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bWLYOwlpjPU/s72-c/IMG_0636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-153186298166023995</id><published>2009-04-08T20:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:51:50.386+07:00</updated><title type='text'>who's the best?</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, we will face the national election round one, that will assign our representatives on the parliament.. it'll be held in the park in front of my house, from 7-12AM.. I'll have this election as my first election, because I reached 17th years old, which's the minimum age requirements on December 2008..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this first round, we will vote for someone we think qualified enough to sit on the parliament, someone that represents various political party.. I think, now's the time for democracy to take action after many incidents when someone acts so unlawfully and didn't respect the democracy.. We should participate well in this election, because our votes really matters to Indonesia:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the facts that our democracy system still dominated by money politics, illegal campaign, and anarchysm everywhere.. we still have to succeed this moment, vote the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about my choice tomorrow, truthfully, I'm still confused about that.. Someone tells me to vote Demokrat, others tell me to vote PDI.. I think I'll vote Demokrat tomorrow.. How about you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-153186298166023995?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/153186298166023995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=153186298166023995' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/153186298166023995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/153186298166023995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/04/whos-best.html' title='who&apos;s the best?'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-5601920512757429676</id><published>2009-04-07T19:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:11:37.680+07:00</updated><title type='text'>still wondering..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;another rhyming made by me, made when everything went wrong, when every breaths are out, when I have no spirit at all when I was studying maths for tomorrow pre-national exam... enjoy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;''when I was left behind&lt;br /&gt;nothing to be kept in mind&lt;br /&gt;Should I think that I'm blind?&lt;br /&gt;to date I can't feel the touch of wind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep holding on,&lt;br /&gt;when you got nothing to rely on..&lt;br /&gt;when everything went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;we have to stay strong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shout out loud,&lt;br /&gt;if that could make you proud..&lt;br /&gt;just sing it along,&lt;br /&gt;sing your own song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let your tears gone away,&lt;br /&gt;that's not the only way,&lt;br /&gt;set your mind bleached,&lt;br /&gt;and your world'll be reached."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-5601920512757429676?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/5601920512757429676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=5601920512757429676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5601920512757429676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5601920512757429676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/04/still-wondering.html' title='still wondering..'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-8313486760200911639</id><published>2009-04-06T20:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:35:59.179+07:00</updated><title type='text'>to you mom..</title><content type='html'>I've just searched up on my documents, and found an old poem that I've made.. I didn't remember when, about a year ago I think.. yaaa, it sounds more less like this..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"just like stars in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you light up my life with your cares, your forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always teach me to do the right instead of the silly one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have disappointed u a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just like I didn't know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how hard you try to drive me right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now i am regreting it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feels so sorry to u mom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I haven't been so good for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but, I'll always try..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to make you proud having a child like me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for you mom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll do anything i could."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-8313486760200911639?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/8313486760200911639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=8313486760200911639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8313486760200911639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/8313486760200911639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/04/to-you-mom.html' title='to you mom..'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-424114917887630585</id><published>2009-04-06T17:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:49:06.467+07:00</updated><title type='text'>how today's gone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;okay, after about three days out-of-posts.. I''m starting to talk along now.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We just passed the first day of pre-national exams, and everything went so well.. so far.. but, we still have to face more subjects tomorrow and next time.. english for tomorrow, maths for the day after tomorrow.. don't forget about the national exams.. it''ll be held on April 20th.. so, be prepared!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the first subject for today's indonesian.. I worked on it under pressure of sleepiness, caused by the regulations said that we, the residents of Abdi Siswa should be welcomed by our headmaster at 6.30AM.. over all, I did it nicely, still with confusions in some numbers.. and one thing I really really hate was.. the reading passage's too long.. make us tired just for read the passage.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then, the second subject's sociology.. It''s done easily,, I've been reading for that subject all the night and day.. so, that's what I get.. Hopefully, my score will be over 80.. just hoping..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, I've my own quotes, for everyone out there.. haahaha.. it sounds,,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;''How good we are in the friendship, depends on how we could bear with someone's bad habit"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yaaa, not a good quote I think.. It went out recently from my thoughts, after I heard some bad impressions about someone from my friend.. yah, I think.. that's the only way we could do, if we wanna still exist in friendship.. that quote's been sounding along my thoughts, just to make me patient, from something bad I got from my friends.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oyea, I've just watched The fast and the furious... Such a beautiful effects, and the storyline's quite good I think.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-424114917887630585?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/424114917887630585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=424114917887630585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/424114917887630585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/424114917887630585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/04/how-todays-gone.html' title='how today&apos;s gone..'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-3101871300724057415</id><published>2009-04-03T22:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:15:27.555+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, i need the last minute man!!</title><content type='html'>woooiiyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;for anyone who reads this post, I ask you out to play futsal tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes place on MOI futsal court near puri indah, on 7 AM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confirm your attendance now.. please..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-3101871300724057415?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/3101871300724057415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=3101871300724057415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3101871300724057415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/3101871300724057415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/04/hey-i-need-last-minute-man.html' title='hey, i need the last minute man!!'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-4641380156814178411</id><published>2009-04-03T13:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:36:58.007+07:00</updated><title type='text'>would love still be the same eternally?</title><content type='html'>yah one thing I asked to myself, when I looked for the definition of love exactly.. in some sources i found, there said that love's something that last eternally.. some feelings that came from the deepest heart, it wasn't occasionally, it'd teach someone to be unselfish, something really perfect i think.. but, be real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, the facts i found here weren't show that way.. love's just about liking someone then going out with, just that way.. and they proud to say that it's love, everlasting love.. so confusing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I tried to ask my friend, who knows everything, I think.. she said there's some kinds of love,, one, eros love, i don't know how to type it right.. eros love is a kind of love that started by a physical appeal, such as a beauty, or even a natural appetite to someone,, eros love generally started by a sentence like this, "I love you because...". then, a filia love,, often said as a love to our family, or someone with the same bloodline to you.. this kind of love generally signed by a sentence, "I love you just because you're my family..." or something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the perfect love, is called agape love.. this kind of love offers unconditionally love, even if you're the ugliest, your the prettiest.. it'd not be the matter.. all the way you are, you'll still be loved.. Then, who could give this kind of love?? He's the one and only.. GOD.. yapp.. have you ever thought if God care about our face or not? I am ugly or handsome?? Would God refuse the ugly to come to Him?? never..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever fall in love, think about what thing is really appealing from your boy/girl.. and, what makes you fall with him/her.. okay, humans can be naive,, but please.. think again about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say thanks to Ria, who teach me this,, who makes me understand about love exactly.. then for the one I really do love, all my family, friends and someone's out there.. I love you all..&lt;br /&gt;*thought just like I'm an artist that crazed by all of you.. hahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-4641380156814178411?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/4641380156814178411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=4641380156814178411' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4641380156814178411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/4641380156814178411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/04/would-love-still-be-same-eternally.html' title='would love still be the same eternally?'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357840139901340474.post-5226449453254623311</id><published>2009-04-02T19:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T19:57:44.236+07:00</updated><title type='text'>turn back time, to the vintage moments..</title><content type='html'>in the last three days, I am so into a toy that I didn't know its name, and it came from an early 70s i think,, well, it didn't come with a time machine or time-travelled between 70s and 2009. I borrowed it from one of my friends.. named priska.. I always borrow it at the break time and tried to play it well, but never played it well yet,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, I brang it home, to learned play it deeper.. I asked my mom to help me, with a hope, that she could help me and show me the right way to play it better and faster.. my mother said that she used to play it in her childhood,, waw, what a coincidence!! then, I gave it to her, and.... she couldn't play it.. huhuhu.. she said that she forgot how to play it, because it's about three or forty years ago.. hahahaha.. and she also said that ago, peoples played it easily, even when they had a supper.. but one thing I asked,, why I couldn't play it????? whyyy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I never quit playing that, I was so curious about that, how to play it well.. grrr!! my hand was hurted a lot because of playing this.. I didn't care about economics final exam tomorrow, what I do care is how to play it well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;switch the topic, this day was so so boring, I've passed geography final exam unsuccessfully, huhu,, it polluted my score with a bad one.. after I had my sociology at the 1st place, and bahasa indonesia's score quite nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, I was escaped from a pounce of a tiger,, hehehe.. what I mean is, I was saved from an obligation to buy a pin and a official pair of socks.. I played hide-and-seek with all teachers there... all I want is, they won't know about the pins and the socks.. when I worked on my exam too, I always put my left hand up to conceal that I didn't use the pin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so into Lenka's voice now, the singer of "The Show".. which is a nice song and I can't stop listen to it.. other tracks of her is really beautiful too.. I am really recommending it to you.. now, type www.4shared.com and search for lenka in the search box, and download it.. or if you want to go to a music store, buy it.. highly recommended!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357840139901340474-5226449453254623311?l=www.christopherharinata.co.cc' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/feeds/5226449453254623311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357840139901340474&amp;postID=5226449453254623311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5226449453254623311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357840139901340474/posts/default/5226449453254623311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.christopherharinata.co.cc/2009/04/turn-back-time-to-vintage-moments.html' title='turn back time, to the vintage moments..'/><author><name>Christopher Harinata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636732897463649986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
